His lips were relatively thin, but their color was slightly reddish, when he pursed them slightly, they took on a unique charm.
His eyebrows, partially obscured by his bangs, were actually quite handsome, his eyes were even more soul-stirring; the sharpness within his green pupils seemed capable of seeing through one's very soul.
His physique, not yet fully matured, was already considered tall and slender among Asians due to his mixed heritage. His lines were smooth, lean but never thin, harboring a terrifying explosive power like a young cheetah. His long fingers had a beautiful bone structure and were covered in thin calluses, making him perfectly suited for wielding either a knife or a gun.
Since he was only nineteen, he could still be called a youth; thus, his features still carried a hint of unripeness, his personality still retained a touch of arrogance.
Sometimes he would smile provocatively, the corners of his mouth curling upward, causing the coldness in his cyan eyes to seem to dissipate, replaced by a touch of spirited vitality.
Gin's hair is a rare silver color, with short, side-swept bangs at his forehead. The bangs are quite long, only just barely failing to cover his eyes.
His hair is long now, but it is not quite that long yet, nor does he wear it loose; instead, he has it tied back in a ponytail with a black hair tie, making him look much more spirited—and making it much easier to fight.
He was already tall with long legs, in his light-colored turtleneck trench coat, he looked even more spirited and dashing.
As a junior, Gin sat beside his senior at this moment, sipping his coffee in a distracted manner. He maintained a humble yet strangely nonchalant demeanor as he listened to the conversation between his senior and Takao Kenjin.
He sincerely hoped that, at this moment, he was merely a decorative piece.
The reason Vermouth gave was still reliable.
Gin reached a conclusion after observing how Takao Kenjin maintained a respectful facade toward his seniors while still maintaining an air of arrogance, yet his tone softened slightly whenever he addressed him.
However, Gin was not happy at all.
The hypocrisy at the negotiation table had not yet ended. Gin maintained a somewhat cold expression on his face, his index finger tapping the tabletop lightly and unconsciously, though in truth, his mind had long since wandered.
He tilted his head slightly, his silver hair partially obscuring his green eyes and masking the emotions within them; while listening to the conversation between the two parties, the youth was calculating the weapons he had on his person.
Since they were ostensibly there to conduct business, they could only carry a moderate amount of weapons for self-defense, which undoubtedly added difficulty to the Mission.
The Silver-haired youth wore a trench coat, which made it much more convenient to hide things.
Before setting off, he took two daggers, a gun, a magazine filled with bullets, two magazines, two syringes of anesthetic, a small amount of nails, other items.
Fortunately, the tools specifically designed for intelligence gathering were well-prepared and brought along under disguise, so there was no need to worry about that aspect.
Hooking his finger through the handle of the coffee cup, he took a sip of the fragrant black coffee, the rich and bitter flavor washing over his taste buds—he wasn't worried that Takao Kenjin would make a move in such an obvious place; lowering his eyes slightly, he mentally rehearsed the methods for seizing the intelligence.
After a long while, he set the coffee down.
The intelligence the Black Organization wanted was less like intelligence and more like a set of files and documents.
This information was, for Takao, almost his lifeblood.
So.. the Black Organization wants to completely win over Takao over..
The man sitting diagonally opposite looked over. The silver-haired youth seemed not to have noticed his movement, turning his head away quite naturally. He raised his left hand to prop up his head, his eyes drooping slightly, the slight furrow in his brow betrayed a hint of exhaustion.
Takao did not continue speaking; his hands rested casually on the table, his gaze seemingly glued to the Silver-haired youth.
Seeing this, Senior Organization's mind raced, he no longer spoke.
The room fell silent for a few seconds.
As if only just noticing the abnormal silence in the room, Gin curled his knuckles slightly and looked up with a hint of surprise, meeting Takao Kenjin's gaze.
The silver-haired youth smiled somewhat sheepishly, his fingers scratching the table inadvertently to reveal his nervousness. "I'm sorry.. Mr. Takao, I'm a little tired."
It's fine." Takao Kenjin comforted him, his gaze filled with a rare softness. "We have been talking for over three hours; it is only natural for a young man to be tired.
After a pause, he covered his mouth with his hand and gave a tentative cough: "Regarding this business, why did he bring a youth along?"
Although the senior from the Black Organization did not know Gin's intentions, he was, after all, highly experienced, spoke nonchalantly: "He just received his codename; he's just out with me to see the world."
His tone carried a hint of impatience, as if expressing disdain for a newcomer.
Hearing this, Takao's expression toward Gin seemed to soften slightly.
Gin wore a slightly embarrassed expression, his green eyes staring at the tabletop as if tracing some pattern upon it, while inwardly he couldn't help but sneer.
So, just because I've only just received my codename and am only out here to see the world, you think I'm not a threat?
“It's good for young people to get out and see the world.” Takao Kenjin took a sip of coffee as if to hide his intentions, his eyes fixed on Gin throughout the process. "Still tired? How about a cup of coffee?"
The Silver-haired youth shook his head. His fingers twitched, as if he also wanted a sip of coffee, but he pulled them back. "I'm still a little sleepy.. but no coffee, thank you."
Takao Kenjin noticed the youth's movements, glanced at the coffee cup in front of Gin, immediately understood.
He had finished a whole cup of coffee and didn't want any more.
Mr. Takao, may I go out and rest for a while?" Upon making this request, the Silver-haired youth also appeared somewhat conflicted, his brow furrowing slightly. "If I stay, I'm afraid I'll only cause trouble..
[Or rather, is he looking to take over Takao's influence?]
Takao Kenjin hesitated for a moment, meeting the youth's blue-green eyes. Reflected in those eyes were his own handsome features. The man hesitated again, but finally said, "Going out is fine, but it's quite large here. How about this: I'll have a few people escort you out."
A few people..
Gin let out a smile, appearing as if he hadn't noticed anything amiss, revealed not a hint of dissatisfaction: "Then, many thanks to Mr. Takao."
He lowered his eyes, a chill gradually creeping into his green eyes. What a wonderful opportunity.
I am truly sorry to cause you such trouble.
I am truly sorry, but this trouble might just cost you your life.
The youth turned around, his silver ponytail sweeping in a small arc. The moment he turned to leave, he flashed one last smile at Takao Kenjin, a smile hidden from Takao's sight.
The hem of the Silver-haired youth's trench coat fluttered slightly. He raised an eyebrow, a cold sneer playing on his lips, as his fingers brushed against his waist as if by chance, feeling the texture of the dagger and gun. As his gaze swept past Takao, a sharp glint flashed within his teal eyes.
..
A month later, the younger brother of the famous Nara businessman, Takao Kenjin, unfortunately passed away in a car accident.
Three days later, Takao Kenjin committed suicide at home (2).
And within a mysterious organization, a newcomer codenamed Gin was approaching the center of darkness, step by step.
Author's Note:
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(1) A rant from a Bilibili uploader
(2) Takao Kenjin is actually an arms dealer; his public identity is that of a businessman. After the Black Organization obtained the information, they began to absorb him, finally, they disguised his death as a suicide.
The character setting for the Silver-haired youth Gin.. My friend gave me some suggestions, combined with some of my own ideas, in the end..
I still haven't decided QAQ
In the end, I decided to just let things take their course.. Maybe once I start writing, it will all fall into place..
The younger version of Gin will certainly be different from the mature version later on, but I think he was definitely more energetic in his youth. Since the System events occur during his teenage years, they will surely have a certain impact on the man he becomes.
What's more, I can't help but find Gin incredibly charming. The youth and stories of Gin's youth (?) are things I can only miss out on; he (?) can't participate! At most, he's just a cameo..
Hmph, he can't see the stage when Gin was still quite green; only I (and the readers) get to see it. Too bad for him!
Just thinking about it makes me feel so good~ (laughs)
But there aren't many chapters left of his youth..
..
Little Theater
Shiratori Midori: So, Zhenjun, how did you do with this Mission?
Gin: It went quite well.
Shiratori Midori: That's not what I was asking..
Gin: You're asking if you've used your charms to sell yourself, aren't you?
Shiratori Midori: Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.. Mmm—?!
Gin: Why so nervous? I don't use my looks to get what I want.
Shiratori Midori (letting out a sigh of relief): I see..
Gin (sneering): Selling your looks is embarrassing enough, but failing the Mission would be even more embarrassing.
Shiratori Midori (Shocked)!!
Gin (walking further away): It seems I'll have to speed things up.. Just wait, see who still dares to make such a request!
Shiratori Midori (watching Gin walk away, conflicted): So.. did I actually use my charms or not?
Chapter 4 Chapter 4 Sometimes Gin truly feels that the people in the Black Organization are all..
Time flies, in the blink of an eye, three years have passed.
Three years is not a long time, many things could not be changed; but three years is also not a short time; at the very least, many things have quietly changed.
For example—
"Gin!" the girl's clear voice rang out, her tone crisp like a sweet, crunchy apple filled with luscious juice.
The youth in the beige trench coat turned at the sound, her features having matured somewhat to appear increasingly mature and cold, though a hint of youthful greenness could still be faintly seen in the subtle details of her face.
The silhouette of the green-eyed girl was reflected in her eyes; her tall, slender figure and her developed, exquisite curves made her appear graceful and elegant. Her complexion was pale, so even in white clothing, she did not look dull, but rather appeared clean and sharp.
Shiratori Midori blinked her eyes and let out a smile, a smile of pure joy that added a touch of radiance to her elegant face.
Three years had passed, she was now twenty-one years old. Through the passage of time and various experiences, she had become much more mature.
In front of her companions, she was still the same as always, yet one could see she had gained a few more points of composure; as for her demeanor in front of others, she was even more steady.
"You're finally back! You've been on this Mission for almost three months!" Shiratori Midori stepped forward a few paces, her eyes brightening. Her green eyes shimmered alongside the jade pendant around her neck, looking as lush and verdant as freshly washed leaves.
The words this girl spoke were incredibly bold: "I missed you to death!"
Gin..
Her personality.. also seemed to have become much more uninhibited.
Or rather, because of the tempering she has undergone in recent years, her abilities have improved, her horizons have expanded. All of this has made her much bolder.
The Silver-haired youth did not dwell on it too much—after all, Shiratori Midori's personality had changed gradually over the past three years rather than all at once. She had been somewhat surprised at first, but he had gradually grown accustomed to it.
People always change.
The brown-haired girl walked over with light steps, arriving in just a short moment. She stopped a few paces away, tilting her head as her green eyes scanned and carefully observed Gin. "You've gotten thinner.. You need to get some proper rest."