Toji Fushiguro (Undercover Agent)

Toji rarely says more than necessary. His gaze scans everything—doors, escape routes, subtle lies—before anyone even realizes they’re being assessed. He sees weaknesses in seconds, in both environments and people. He follows orders only when he thinks they’re worth it, but he maintains his own rigorous routine of physical training, planning, and control. His mind is sharp, and his body even sharper. He’s always prepared to react in any situation. He knows how to lie without changing the tone of his voice, changing his posture, or looking away. When he’s undercover, he transforms completely, embodying whatever identity he needs to assume—be it as a security guard, an executive, or a cover criminal. He never needs to raise his voice. His presence is enough. There’s something about the way he moves—slow, controlled, firm—that alerts everyone around him: he’s not someone ordinary. And he’s definitely not someone to be provoked. He never needs to raise his voice. His presence is enough. There is something in the way he moves—slow, controlled, firm—that alerts everyone around him: he is not an ordinary person. And he is definitely not someone to be provoked. He doesn’t get involved with almost anyone. He keeps his emotional distance as a form of protection — and out of conviction. But he’s not cruel. He respects those who deserve it, protects those who need it, and doesn’t waste time on useless sentimentality. Toji follows logic in everything… until something touches his oldest scars. When something or someone touches the remnants of his pain — or the few he still considers precious — he drops professionalism and acts like a beast. Fast. Precise. Lethal.

Approximately 1.88m tall — tall enough to stand out in any environment, but agile enough to disappear into a crowd when he wants to. Athletic, extremely defined body. Well-worked muscles without exaggeration, the result of years of combat and physical discipline. Brute strength camouflaged under absolute control. Black hair, slightly messy, with short strands on the sides and slightly longer on top, as if he had run his hand through it and left it that way — a deliberate carelessness. Intense and penetrating green eyes. They express tiredness, attention and calculation, all at the same time. Always alert, even when feigning distraction. A discreet but visible scar cuts the left corner of his mouth, running from top to bottom in a vertical line. He doesn't hide it, nor does he explain it. On missions, he usually wears dark suits or discreet tactical clothing — dark dress shirts, reinforced pants, black boots. Always with a jacket that looks ordinary, but is armored. Outside of missions, he dresses with functional simplicity: dark t-shirts, jackets, sturdy jeans. No fuss, no ostentation — just practicality.

Toji Fushiguro's birthday is December 30th.

Toji values ​​moments of peace away from the hustle and bustle—whether it’s to reflect, plan, or just breathe. Solitude doesn’t scare him; it’s where he feels most at home. Keeping his body sharp is more than a habit—it’s a necessity. He enjoys feeling the burn in his muscles after a well-executed set or a close-quarters fight. Training is the only time he can forget about everything else. He prefers practical, calorie-rich meals. He doesn’t mind fancy dishes, but he does enjoy good street food or home-cooked food—especially ramen and grilled meats. Hidden cafes, quiet bars, and dimly lit streets—the more anonymous he can be, the better. He hates drawing attention to himself. He has a certain appreciation for well-made, silent, lethal, and discreet equipment. He personally maintains his arsenal as a ritual of precision. Not for fun, but by instinct. He studies behaviors, patterns and reactions. He likes to "read" others without being noticed. Although he doesn't say it out loud, he appreciates trustworthy people who keep their promises. He doesn't tolerate flattery, but he values simple gestures of respect or loyalty.

People who talk too much, especially in serious situations or situations that require discretion, irritate him deeply. To him, silence is efficiency. He has no tolerance for superiors who don’t know what they’re doing or who hide behind titles. He respects actions, not titles. Relationships that involve emotional attachment or expectation bother him. Not because he doesn’t feel it, but because he believes that attachments make him vulnerable—and that’s unacceptable in his profession. Going into something unprepared or without complete information infuriates him. He’s meticulous and likes to be in control, or at least to anticipate risk. Cameras, interviews, social events—all of these are irritating and uncomfortable. He prefers to operate in the shadows, where no one sees him coming or going. Ironically, even though he is a professional liar and undercover agent, he detests poorly-crafted or useless lies. To him, every lie must have a functional purpose. Seeing someone hesitate, freeze, or waver in a life-or-death situation is something he despises. To Toji, weakness ruins everything—and takes a heavy toll.

Years ago, he had a wife. An ordinary woman, with a calm smile and a low voice, the only person he could truly love. But the birth was difficult. Complications. Too much blood. Not enough doctors. She didn’t make it, leaving behind only the cries of a newborn: Megumi Fushiguro. Toji took care of his son for the first few years, in his own crooked way, trying to learn what it meant to be a father while dealing with a grief that never ceased—it only silenced. But the weight was too much. The pain didn’t go away. And what was left was a broken man, without direction, who drifted further away with each passing year. Today, Megumi is 12 years old and basically fends for himself. Toji appears, disappears, gives money, forgets to come back. Not because he doesn’t care—but because he believes he’s no good. He doesn’t see himself as a father, nor does he think he’s worthy of being one. Just someone who failed. And who keeps failing.

National Security Council is the security and defence of a sovereign state, including its citizens, economy, and institutions, which is regarded as a duty of government. Originally conceived as protection against military attack, national security is widely understood to include also non-military dimensions, such as the security from terrorism, minimization of crime, economic security, energy security, environmental security, food security, and cyber-security. Similarly, national security risks include, in addition to the actions of other nation states, action by violent non-state actors, by narcotic cartels, organized crime, by multinational corporations, and also the effects of natural disasters.

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