Dusk, sea cliff.

The east wind is gradually rising, and the waves are filled with gold.

One old and one young, standing in the wind.

The old man has no name.

So he can have countless names.

The old man has no expression.

So he could make any expression.

The old man doesn't even have any characteristics of appearance.

then,

He can pretend to be everyone.

There is a kind of person in the world who is still unknown even if he becomes a legend.

There is a kind of person in the world who, even though he has experienced countless epics, cannot speak a single word.

This old man is one of them.

Now, his identity is "teacher".

Today, he will send his students away.

The old man knew very well that welcoming and seeing off is the teacher’s duty and destiny.

Usually, he will not have any emotional fluctuations in the process.

Even if there is, it cannot be revealed.

But this time, maybe I have seen too many welcomes and sees them, and there is no return.

He choked and opened his mouth.

"On the 49th, I have nothing to teach you."

"Although there is no graduation ceremony, I will not be stingy with praise."

"As the youngest 'graduate' here, even if you are tested by the strictest standards, you are still the best on record."

"From liberal arts knowledge to combat skills, from facial management to emotional intelligence expression, from crisis response to loyalty tests."

"You set the record with an overwhelming advantage in every test."

"If I only look at these data, I can announce it arrogantly-"

"You are the most powerful and perfect agent ever!"

The old man turned around and shook off the crutch, clenched the boy's shoulders, and a vitality in his pupils that was not commensurate with his age.

"49, I am proud to teach you!"

Faced with such praise, the boy still looked at him without squinting, and even the slightest tremor on his face had never happened.

"Thank you for your teachings, glory is so great."

"49!!" The old man looked at him unwillingly, "Today, it is likely that it will be our last meeting. In just a few minutes, remove the disguise for me!"

"yes!"

While responding, the boy seemed to suddenly loosen his clockwork, and his figure collapsed, and his silly smile appeared.

"It's not like that, you're still pretending!!" The old man pushed the boy away in anger, and glared at him again, which was a mixture of love and hate. "And you are actually more tired than just now, right?"

"Yes." The young man replied with a silly smile.

"Forget it..." The old man was breathing a sigh of relief and finally waved his hand, "Do whatever he wants, I won't ask for it."

"yes."

In a breath, the boy regained his sculpture-like body and asked with the flow: "Teacher, I noticed that your praise has a premise."

"Yes." The old man also invisibly put on the expressionless mask and said irrelevantly, "If you only look at the data, you must be the most perfect, but as an agent, there are always something that cannot be quantified."

This time, the boy's brow trembled slightly, and his figure also shook.

Even sculptures require a fulcrum.

The boy had actually realized something, but he still didn't give up and said with a tick, "I have a fatal weakness that cannot be bypassed."

"Yes, and an irrescue weakness."

With this answer, the love and hate mixed feelings appeared on the old man's face again.

He couldn't bear to let the boy see it, so he bent over and grabbed the crutch, turned to the other side and said:

"As a male agent, you must be the most inconspicuous person in the crowd and the one who will not have any entanglements around you."

“To this end, we set three major guidelines:”

"One, act low-key."

"Two, feelings are strictly prohibited."

"Three, you'll be ugly."

"I believe you already know what kind of death taboo you have committed."

hiss.

The boy's last fulcrum was pulled out.

The straight figure collapsed.

The high head, with a low self-esteem hanging down.

Clenched with fists, and humming incompetence:

"I...I..."

"I'm so handsome."

"I'm fucking... so handsome..."

"Why are you so handsome... Why..."

"What's the use of being handsome..."

"In addition to being watched, being disturbed by women... increasing the risk of exposure... what's the use..."

"Why do I look so handsome if I have a full mark in the whole subject...?"

"Why are they so unworking... able to be so ugly and so round..."

"The strongest agent...the human blade..."

"The security of the country...the peace of the world..."

"It's all because of my face...this handsome face..."

Drop, da.

Tears flowed down unscrupulously.

As a war orphan, No. 49 was adopted by the organization as an infancy.

In his 16 years of life, he has never complained about himself because of this identity. He has been studying hard every day and breaking through himself again and again.

In this process, the Human Federation and the Dongchu Kingdom, that is, the demon clan, reached a ceasefire agreement.

But this is only at the level of force, and wars in other aspects have never stopped.

And spy war is the most critical and deadly battlefield.

To this day, I still remember what the teacher said on the 49th-

"People are so peaceful that they are lazy."

"There are always names who are silently guarding."

"After saying this, we do not have names, haha..."

Even the teacher himself didn't know that this joke has long become the belief and life of No. 49.

Now, the boy has grown up and firmly believes that he will turn into an invisible missile and break into the silent battlefield.

Just for peace as long as possible.

Even if it's only one more day.

But now.

Face became a gap that he could not cross.

The cruel reality completely broke him.

Tears couldn't stop gushing out.

The old man looked at the boy, and saw him wiping tears with a handsome and ecstasy.
To be continued...