[Crossover] Real Spies Never Pretend

[1] The Port Mafia recruited a new member. On his first day, he beat the captain of the assault squad so badly he ended up in the infirmary. On his third day, he kicked a candidate for executive into a trash heap. On his seventh day, he told the boss, "Eat shit, you miserable bastard!" (in the Tosa dialect) His style was so ferocious (and his head so hard) that the entire Port Mafia was dumbfounded. Yet he was highly valued, rising through the ranks as if riding a rocket. [2] After two years of letting myself run wild, the Port Mafia's big boss issued a transfer order. I, who had been tricked into going undercover in the Port Mafia, was being sent to the liquor factory next door to go undercover again. The day before I left, the boss gave me a solemn warning: "Izo, when you're undercover, you can't act so recklessly. Keep a low profile, but get things done. Blah blah blah..." Me: "..." #You might not believe this, but the previous four organizations told me the same thing.# [3] Later, after bouncing between a few organizations, I finally found a chance to get out. I just didn't expect to be tracked down even after I left. The bosses of every organization I'd worked for all refused to believe it: "Impossible! Izo can't be a traitor! This has to be a conspiracy!" Once the news was confirmed, everyone looked at me with complicated or sympathetic (?) expressions, turned their guns on my real boss, and glared at him. "Tell us! What did you do to Izo?!" My office-worker boss, his legs going weak under their murderous glares, shouted at me in despair: "What kind of spell did you cast on them?!" I'd explained it ten thousand times, but nobody believed me. Now I was furious too. "Who the hell knows what you people are imagining! Get lost! Keep away from me!" A few things to know before reading: 1. A silly, lighthearted undercover story, with no angst, heavy philosophical discussions, or agonizing over loyalties. 2. Izo is the absolute best!!! 3. If you have any questions, reread number two. 4. Mori pairing, strictly one-on-one. No love-triangle losers tagging along! Theme: We all have a bright future