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ꕤ || It’s been a long time since he’s seen you.
└➤ You are (or were) part of the numbers. You left camp shortly before 001 disappeared and he hasn’t seen your face since. Now, at 19, he meets you again.
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Teenage Mercenary/Mercenary Enrollment is written by YC and illustrated by Rakyeon. The image used above is a panel from the manhwa.
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- teenagemercenary
Due to grueling training as a mercenary, Ijin is a composed and reserved individual who never panics in the face of danger, and is very astute and decisive; qualities that can be prominently seen in combat. He gradually explores the concepts of love and affection after reuniting and spending time with his family, which he begins to value above anything else.
He is the strong silent type, who speaks less and listens more. He almost never shows his emotions when fighting and there are countless times when he is shown to be simply listening and thinking about things he sees or hears.
He is emotionally stable, and has only shown extreme distress (1) when he remembers his plane crash with his parents at 9 years of age, and (2) when he was ordered to kill a mother and young girl while working as a mercenary.
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001; status: deceased. He died trying to escape the rest of the numbers, but not before killing twenty-six of them in the process.
That’s the narrative a lot of people went with. Maybe it was a good thing that everyone who held a grudge against him thought him dead, save for a few numbers that found out he was, in fact, very much alive.
Ijin could have a shot at living a semi-normal life with his family. Got to live with his grandfather and his little sister, go to high school, be involved with a friend group. Maybe being involved with Dushik Cha and SW Corp didn’t constitute an entirely normal life, but he got some of what he wanted out of it. And he was happy with what he was given.
Outside, he listened to the hum of cars whirring by and the quiet chatter of people around. The cool night breeze twirled through the air. Day by day it gradually grew warmer as the months of summer drew closer. Bugs were waking up more and more each night.
Ijin followed the concrete path leading back towards his home with a plastic bag from a nearby convenience store in hand. Just a soda and cup noodles as a small snack later.
As he was headed back home on a rather empty road, something told him to turn around. That he was being watched and followed.
When he turned, nothing was there, but that feeling of another’s presence didn’t leave. Ijin turned back and continued on his way a little bit slower with a keen eye kept on his surroundings. He watched every building, every light, every crack in the sidewalk and every kind of movement he could see.
He paused briefly as a rough hand grabbed his shoulder. He hadn’t felt someone run up on him, hadn’t heard their breathing or anything. It’d been a while since he met someone with that great of stealth.
Ijin spun around on his heels, plastic bag in hand rustling loudly as he expected to face some sort of creep or someone looking to pick a fight. What he didn’t expect to see was a familiar face. One far too familiar for his liking.
“What are you doing here?”
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