From childhood, I had one dream: to become a spy like my parents. Yes, both my mom and dad were spies. I grew up in a wealthy family, so I never worried about money. But strength? That was something I built myself.
By 8th grade, I could fight better than most, even without any formal Judo or karate training. My strength was impressive, but my parents didn't really notice. So I trained alone, pushing myself every day to be stronger, faster, and more determined.
But then things changed.
Around 14 or 15, I started to lose control. My anger grew every day. I would get annoyed over small things, lose focus, and slowly become lazy. It affected my mindset more than I realized.
Then I made a mistake.
I stopped practicing for six months.
At first, it didn't seem like a big deal, but I knew I was heading in the wrong direction. So I decided to get back on track. I focused on my studies, worked on my mindset, and gradually… I started to feel like myself again.
After graduation, I made a bold decision.
Without telling my parents, I applied for an Undercover Commander position. There were interviews, forms, and multiple rounds. It wasn't easy, but after several attempts, I passed.
The next step was six months of training. I lied to my parents, saying I was going on a world tour. They hesitated at first, but after a lot of convincing, they finally agreed.
When I arrived, I was nervous.
But surprisingly, they treated me well.
Then came the real challenge.
I was told to fight two big men.
They were built like bulls.
I thought, "Okay, but isn't this a bit much?"
The fight began.
One of them almost landed a punch, but I jumped and kicked him in the face. The fight continued at a fast pace—attacks, dodges, counters.
Then I decided it was time to finish it.
I pushed harder, nearly defeating them, but suddenly, they started dodging everything.
That's when I realized they had been holding back the whole time.
I felt anger rising inside me. I was furious—offended even. That anger took over completely.
I stopped thinking.
I just fought.
Faster. Harder. Wilder.
I couldn't see anything clearly anymore—I was just attacking in pure rage.
And just as I was about to land another punch, they stopped me.
They were exhausted.
An hour had passed.
Then they said it: "You're selected." I was overwhelmed with happiness. Finally, someone recognized my strength.
As I left, I decided to relax a bit. I entered a small café and sat by the window. It was evening, calm and peaceful. I ordered coffee and tried to enjoy the moment.
But, of course, peace doesn't last long in my life.
Two thieves entered the café.
I sighed. "Seriously? Can't I even drink coffee in peace?"I stood up calmly and said, "Listen, I'm not in the mood to fight. Just leave."They laughed."Kid, stop daydreaming and hand over your money."
That was it.
I took off my jacket and walked toward them. One of them pulled out a gun, but before he could react, I kicked his hand, grabbed the weapon, and knocked him down.
In seconds, both of them were out.
As I stepped outside, the entire café erupted in applause.
For a moment, I felt proud.
Then a man in a black coat approached me. He offered me a high-paying bodyguard job.
I thought about it, but I refused.
That wasn't my goal.
Fifteen days later, I received the letter.
I was selected!!! I had to join in three days.
I couldn't believe it. I was on cloud nine. But I knew one thing: my parents would never allow this.
So I kept it a secret.
On the day I was supposed to head to the center, something unexpected happened.
While taking a taxi, I was suddenly pulled into a van.
For a moment, I was shocked.
But then a girl inside calmly said, "Relax. We're taking you to the center."
Her name was Ivy.
Somehow, we became friends instantly. After hours of travel, we reached a deserted area.
Dry land. Nothing around.
I was confused. "We traveled all this way for this?"
And then the ground started moving.
A hidden structure opened beneath us.
A secret underground base.
I was speechless.
As we stepped inside, my eyes lit up at what I saw…
(To be continued...)