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(Shifting pov : New character)
I had just hung up the call with Sensei.
Wow.
Someone had the exact same target as me.
At first, I was shocked. Then Sensei dropped the real bomb.
It was a girl.
I sat frozen on the couch, staring at nothing, my mind spiraling. A girl with the same dangerous dream. One wrong move, one tiny mistake, and she could die. And yet… she still chose this path.
That alone fascinated me.
That night, sleep refused to come. I was restless—too excited, too uneasy, too curious. Every emotion slammed into me at once. I kept imagining her. Her face. Her stance. Her eyes. Who she was. How she looked. Why she wanted this.
I must've dozed off at some point, because when I opened my eyes—
Sensei was right there.
"AHHH!" I screamed, falling straight off my bed.
"You get scared just seeing me," he said dryly, "but you want to be a spy?"
"Warn a guy next time!" I snapped.
"Get dressed. We're meeting the other spy."
That woke me up instantly.
I bolted to the washroom. Don't judge me. I just wanted to see how she looked.
"Kai," Sensei yelled, "you've been in there for almost an hour. JUST COME OUT."
"Ever heard of self-care?" I said, stepping out like I wasn't internally panicking.
After a long drive, we stopped in front of a familiar house.
"Okay," Sensei said, parking. "We're here."
Then, casually—
"She's your dad's best friend's daughter."
My jaw dropped.
''WOW! I didn't connect the dots.'' I said annoyed.
That girl.
The one from the childhood photo. The one I had a stupid little crush on. The one I met again in sixth grade.
The one who punched me cause APPARENTLY, I looked stupid.
I sighed as I followed Sensei inside, bracing myself.
She came downstairs, towel over her shoulder, drying her hair—and my brain short-circuited.
"God… she's gorgeous," I said out loud before my thoughts could stop me.
Sensei snorted. "Already in love?"
"No," I denied way too fast.
She didn't seem to recognize me. Sensei started explaining training plans, but I didn't hear a single word. I couldn't stop staring.
Her eyes were deeper than anything I'd ever seen. Her hair shone in the sunlight. She looked like she'd been carefully drawn by God himself and accidentally sent to Earth. An angel—no, a princess—no, a goddess. My brain short-circuited.
"Hey, idiot," Sensei elbowed me. "You listening?"
"Yeah, yeah," I muttered, glancing at her again. "I'm listening."
Sensei smacked the back of my head. "Stop being so obvious."
When she finally spoke, it surprised me. Her voice was softer than I expected—but firm. Controlled. The kind that didn't need to be loud to command attention.
"Stop staring," she said flatly. "Or I'll punch you again."
I smirked. "So, you do remember."
"How could I forget my first punch—and your stupid face?"she shot back, smiling mockingly.
"Well," I leaned forward, grinning, "I'm stupidly handsome."
—and boom.
She punched me.
Again.
Minutes later, I sat in the car with an ice pack on my lip while Sensei laughed like this was the best day of his life.
"I'm so sorry," he said between laughs. "I really am."he said,falling to stop laughing.
"Glad you're enjoying this," I muttered.
Honestly?
I'd let her punch me again.
"Don't tell me you're in love," Sensei said, glancing at me.
"Well," I shrugged, "too late."
He chuckled. "You two might even date. Who knows?"
The whole drive, he teased me—but I didn't care. She was unreal. The way she spoke. The way she moved.
I couldn't get her out of my mind that whole night.That punch didn't help either—my lip was still sore. She was strong.
No wonder she wasn't scared.
Training started immediately.
The next morning, Sensei picked us up and took us to what looked like an abandoned warehouse.
"Sensei," I said slowly, "are you sure this is the place?"
She frowned. "This looks like where people hide bodies."
"Exactly," Sensei replied, walking in.
Inside was nothing like the outside—mats, hanging tires, weapons, shooting ranges. A fighter's dream.
Sensei went back to the car and returned with two sets of clothes.
"Get changed," he said, tossing them to us.
"But where—" we both asked at the same time.
"Relax. Separate rooms," he snapped.
We sighed together.
Then he led us to a corner and opened a hidden door in the floor.
"Wow," she breathed, her eyes lighting up.
"Damn," I muttered.
We slid down a pole into a subterranean level.
Six rooms. Two leaders.
"You two take rooms one and two," Sensei explained.
"You're the leaders. You have to find the other four members to complete the team. Now, chop chop. Get ready."
She did a happy little jump— excitedly and ran to her room.
I watched her without realizing I was smiling.
"You too! GO!" Sensei barked.
I ran into my room and stopped dead. It was like stepping into the future. Glass screens, advanced tech, and a mirror that displayed my vitals and a 3D blueprint of my body.
"Wow," I gasped.
Soon after a sudden scream blasted through the walls—followed by a dramatic gasp.
I froze.
"…Yeah," I muttered, smirking. "She definitely got the same unrealistic room."
I shook my head and turned to the sink—then stopped.
A watch lay there, sleek and innocent-looking. The second I picked it up, a holographic screen snapped to life.
Contacts. Controls. Mission maps. Emergency codes.
Oh.
I whistled softly. "So this is how we're doing things."
I strapped it onto my wrist just as another noise echoed from her room—something between excitement and chaos.
I smiled.
Whatever Sensei had just thrown us into—
I knew one thing.
Yeah—this was either going to end brilliantly…
or get one of us killed.
OR BOTH