He heads out today as usual, aiming for his target.

Emotions are a luxury for a sniper; above all, there must be no lingering attachments. So, he set out for the mission with a light step and a flushed face.

He arrived at the mission site. Leisurely yet practiced, he aimed his rifle and gently closed one eye.

Hmm—so this is the house. I wonder what the face looks like?

He then carefully observed the somewhat small and slender figure walking toward the front door of the house.

He peered closely at the face with his blue Six Eyes. But then...

...Holy crap.

What came out of his mouth was a mix of pure bewilderment and unbelievable surprise.

Sigh... How do I end up meeting my ideal type here, someone I couldn't find even if a thousand years passed...

He then let out a slightly hollow smile and lowered his gun a bit. He ran his hand roughly through his hair.

Seriously... this is, quite a predicament.

Your appearance was enough to make his heart fall for you. It is by no means an easy feat to catch his eye.

The fact that the target was his ideal type was something he simply couldn't believe.