You Can't Kill? What a Coincidence, Neither Can I

Okiya Subaru imagined the scene Akai Shuichi had described and, for a moment, didn't know what to say. All he could do was sigh again. "I'm just a mediocre hacker. This is way too much..."

"I'm sorry for dragging you into this." Akai Shuichi's tone did carry a trace of apology, but he had no intention of changing course. He had always kept his reason and emotions separate. Otherwise, there was no way he could have risen within three short years, under the identity of an outsider with an unknown background, to the point where he could work alongside Gin. "The Organization is a target I have to destroy."

"...Fine. My family owes your father. Let's call this repaying the debt across generations." After resigning himself to it, Okiya Subaru still didn't want to die, so he pondered further. "I have no idea what this new boss is like. I've never heard the Codename 'Uzo,' which at least means he isn't some high-profile, brutal thug. It'd be even better if he were an undercover agent like you used to be..."

Akai Shuichi thought back over what he knew, but he was equally clueless. Based on the intelligence he had possessed before withdrawing from the Organization, Uzo was probably not an old hand—at least, not one from Tokyo. He seemed more likely to have been promoted after Akai left, or transferred in from elsewhere.

Thinking of that, Akai Shuichi secretly felt regretful.

Recently, he had been searching for someone skilled in disguise, intending to use them to replace Okiya Subaru as a Peripheral Member and slowly begin making contact with people in the Organization again. Since Vermouth possessed such miraculous disguise skills, disguises of that level were clearly achievable. There might very well be others with similar abilities. Unfortunately, he still