Tsunayoshi Sawada sneezed in public.

He rubbed his nose and found that because of his action, almost everyone's eyes were turned to him.

Sawada Tsunayoshi: …

The young man, who was becoming more mature and reliable, touched his nose and showed a nonchalant expression.

"Why are you all looking at me? What were we talking about just now?"

He looked innocent and natural, as if he was not the one who interrupted the gloomy speech of Sen Ou with a sneeze.

If it were anyone else, even if Sen Ou Wai didn't get angry, he would at least say something sarcastic.

But when it came to Sawada Tsunayoshi, even Mori Oo could only look worried after keeping a straight face for a while.

"Is it a cold?"

— and whispered.

The solemn and gloomy atmosphere of the port mafia executive meeting was choked by this sentence. After a while, another executive sitting next to Mori Ogai, Ozaki Koba, also raised her sleeves to cover her lips and smiled softly.

"Yesterday was the weekend, and Tsuna-kun probably went to play with Chuuya." She said, "Children have no self-control, did they go cycling together again?"

Thinking of the row of cool motorcycles parked in his basement garage, Tsunayoshi Sawada couldn't help but touch the back of his head and pretend to be stupid.

He used to like riding motorcycles, and later invested in a project to develop self-flying motorcycles. He secretly collected several Air Bikes in an underground base in Japan.

After arriving here, you can forget about Air Bike, but fortunately, with Nakaya, you can have a similar driving experience.

However, compared to sitting in the back seat of Nakahara Chuuya's car and feeling his legs leave the ground, he prefers to race with the opponent on a deserted mountain track.

God knows how the tenth generation of the Vongola, who used to be timid and timid, and would be frightened even by the barking of a Chihuahua, came to like something like motorcycle racing.

He looked so well behaved, like a little mochi that would collapse if poked, but when he put the helmet on his head and climbed onto the motorcycle using his hands and feet, a fire flashed in his eyes when he bent down, and he galloped happily as if he had a second personality.

Even Xanxus would snort slightly, indicating that the little piece of trash was sloppy in its work.

Yes, others may not know, but Tsunayoshi Sawada himself knows very well why he likes riding a motorcycle, an activity that is beneficial to his body and mind.

It was at Christmas time. His uncle Xanxus, who had already reconciled a lot with his ninth-generation grandfather, asked Squalo to deliver a black motorcycle by helicopter.

The noise from Squalo, which was so loud that it made people cover their ears, seemed to still be whispering in his ears. Faced with the loving gift from his beloved (not) Uncle Xanxus, the Godfather's expression changed for a moment and he had the car parked in the underground garage.

It's not like this thing has some bomb installed that will explode if someone sits on it.

——And, in the dark and windy night when no one was around, he sneaked up.

Then, the tenth generation of Vongola had more and more motorcycles, and even had a separate motorcycle hangar in the castle. He even had something to talk about with Xanxus brought by Timoteo during the holidays. It was an outstanding achievement that moved even Reborn.

In this world, he also regained some of his original hobbies, and when he was looking at cars in a store, he met Nakahara Chuuya who had the same goal.

At that time, Sawada Tsunayoshi and Nakahara Chuuya: …

The ochre-haired boy tilted his head and turned it away, laughing dryly: "What a coincidence."

The Godfather was briefly surprised and then narrowed his eyes: "Chuuya, are you old enough to ride a motorcycle?"

Nakahara Chuuya: “…Ah.”

Sawada Tsunayoshi: “Hmm?”

Although he is a man who helps old ladies cross the street, Nakahara Chuuya, who is still a mafia at heart, almost jumped up.

"That kind of thing...you guys haven't achieved it either!"

——Besides, he is a mafia, a super scary sheep king. Is it reasonable to restrict him with mere laws and the age limit for riding a motorcycle?

Then, he shrank back at the smiling face of Sawada Tsunayoshi, who was also at a loss for words.

Despite this, when the other party turned 16 years old, Tsunayoshi Sawada still gave the red-haired boy a Toyota motorcycle as a gift.

After that, the two guys, who had reached the legal age for drag racing (not really), often made plans to go for rides together.

After the port mafia calmed the darkness of the night, many night activities gradually emerged in Yokohama, such as the Akina Mountain event that every city has.

The two brothers secretly turned off their special powers and mixed in. Relying on the fact that they were wearing helmets and no one noticed them, they swaggered to the top of the competition.

——Nevertheless, the day after the two won the championship, the forum within the Port Mafia was flooded with a lot of photos of the Crown Prince's personal racing.jpg.

I can only say that even in Yokohama, both of their hairstyles and hair colors are still quite unique.

What Ozaki Koyo was talking about was something that happened not long ago.

Because it is said that a certain mountain is the best viewing platform for summer fireworks, so the two of them went up the mountain after eating and drinking. After watching the fireworks, they felt sleepy, so they slept there for the whole night... and they caught a cold the next day.

Sawada Tsunayoshi coughed to hide the embarrassment that only he knew about.

"What were we talking about just now?" He changed the subject naturally, "Is there anything important in the organization recently?"

That is true.

Just like doing business has off-seasons and peak seasons, the same is true for being a mafia.

Therefore, after he said this, the meeting was dissolved within half an hour.

Sawada Tsunayoshi sat there calmly for a while, and only sighed after everyone else left.

Mori Ogai, who had already begun to enthusiastically persuade Alice to change into a new dress for him, said, "Oh my, why are you sighing, Tsunayoshi-kun?"

Sawada Tsuneyoshi glanced at the other person and told him that the military police came to see him.

Sen Ou frowned.

Logically speaking, he has already obtained a license to operate a supernatural business, he has some connections in the government, and he has the protection of his teacher. In theory, there won't be any weird military or police officers targeting the port mafia.

But he also went out on the weekend, but I didn't find him but Tsunayoshi Sawada...so maybe he didn't come for the organization.

With a myriad of thoughts in his mind, the man looked at the young man sitting on the sofa.

Because they were still discussing business, the other party's expression was serious.

This seriousness is not the kind of tense feeling, but rather a little seriousness and coldness, exuding a wonderful charm.

The cloak from another brother was draped over the young man, connected with a golden chain, covering the black suit, making him look not like a mafia, but like some kind of elegant and noble being.

To be honest, to this day, Sen Ou is still a little wary of the scorching god.

He thought for a while, and finally just smiled skillfully.

"I understand. Leave it to my brother." He said softly, and his voice had a sweetness as if he was talking to Alice, which made Sawada Tsunayoshi look at him strangely.

However, at this time, the man had restrained all emotions that could reveal his true thoughts. He just smiled with his eyes crooked, his dark red pupils flashing like a beautiful red gem.

Sawada Tsunayoshi withdrew his gaze and said "oh" slowly.

"Then I'll leave it to you." He said slowly, "Just don't have any bad ideas."

The young man paused and stretched out his tone: "Brother—Brother."

…

"You actually called me brother or something like that." When he came out of the office outside Sen'ou, there was actually a black-haired young man waiting for him. It was obvious that he had been eavesdropping for a long time with the tacit consent of the two people inside. Now he was staring at him with a strange and disgusting expression, and uttered an onomatopoeia, "yue——"

Sawada Tsunayoshi just knew that he was outside, and so did Mori Ogai.

However, neither of them asked Dazai Osamu to come in, and the other party didn't even bother to ask, so both sides pretended not to know.

Dazai Osamu walked side by side with him on the corridor which was empty except for the two of them. The clear sunlight shone in through the floor-to-ceiling windows outside, giving a piercing feeling as if the sunlight was shining into the darkness.

Sawada Tsunayoshi was walking on the side closer to the outside. By turning his head slightly, he was able to see the handsome profile of the black-haired young man.

At present, Tsunayoshi Sawada has not grown into his original appearance, and his height is also shorter, only about 1.7 meters.

But Dazai Osamu was making rapid progress like a cute pink pig that had eaten feed.

Although the 1.80-meter-tall young man always hunches down as if he doesn't want to stand up straight, he is actually taller than many people, including Tsunayoshi Sawada, who has not yet recovered his 1.80-meter height (emphasis added).

Compared to the other man, Mr. Hat, who drinks a lot of milk, he is even bigger. He often uses his height to lift things like game controllers high up to tease the other party.

Then, the angry Sheep King gave him a critical knee kick.

However, although he is so... cute in front of his "own people", Dazai Osamu is still very intimidating when he is outside.

The cold face, harsh words, and the terrifying beast Nakajima Atsushi who always hangs behind him like a pendant make Dazai Osamu more famous than the leader of the organization.

"Why, have you thought of anything?"

With all sorts of random thoughts in his mind, Sawada Tsunayoshi glanced at the other person's downturned mouth and asked casually, "Have you ever dealt with the military and police before?"

Dazai Osamu responded lazily.

"A bunch of nasty hyenas."

——And, give an evaluation.

Sawada Tsunayoshi shrugged helplessly.

As a child who grew up in the ordinary world, the Godfather once had a favorable impression of people like the police.

But after becoming the head of a mafia, he had to move away from the career he had dreamed of as a child...not only a spiritual journey, but also a physical journey.

Otherwise, he would always feel that when he was walking with the cops, no, with the police, he would suddenly be handcuffed with silver bracelets and taken away.

This is also one of the reasons why he agreed to the so-called undercover plan in the last world.

...If he doesn't agree, he will have to work in the police station! Then the police will come and go, and if he lives in the dormitory, he will see the police every time he opens his eyes... He will die, he will really die, he will die horribly because of his fear!

It was too scary, so Sawada Tsunayoshi refused.

Although no one knew what he was thinking, Dazai Osamu, whose expression was very funny, burst into laughter and pressed the elevator door closing button.

"Anyway, be careful of hyenas," he said, his iris-colored eyes showing through the bandage he wore all year round. He stared gloomily at Sawada Tsunayoshi through the gap between the two doors of the elevator. "Maybe there are rats, too."

Rat, what rat?

Sawada Tsunayoshi paused and couldn't help but look around.

The floor belonging to the leader of the port mafia was as clean and tidy as ever, even the carpet was spotless. Before Tsunayoshi Sawada could see the mouse exhale, he saw the elevator door had already closed. ???

Wait, he's still upstairs!

Bad guy!

…

Even though he was a bad guy, when it came time to "carry out the mission", Tsunayoshi Sawada had no choice but to go with the bad boy.

This was a task assigned to them personally by Mori Ogai, who said that he had received news that the councillors who had been inspecting Yokohama in recent days had arrived, and the mayor, who was in charge of the reception, was also preparing to hold a banquet.

It was not convenient for Sen Ou to show up in such an occasion. After all, there were many police officers coming and going, and he, who was already known as a dangerous person, had never been peaceful in the past.

However, the two people who were able to attend the banquet, one openly and the other secretly, were Tsunayoshi Sawada, who was famous but always had only one chin on the wanted list or something else, and Osamu Dazai, who could represent the port mafia to a certain extent.

So Tsukichi Sawada had to pick a working time and take Dazai Osamu to the mall to purchase with pay.

His female companion is naturally Xiao Yin, who is his assistant (?), and the other party...

"I borrowed Kagami-chan." Dazai Osamu made a salty sound while slowly searching for the collar in a pile of clothes. "She said that she would let Atsushi-kun go to the amusement park with her after completing the mission... The child agreed very easily."

It's like a big jackal using carrots to trick rabbits.

Tsunayoshi Sawada knew that the "Kagamihana-chan" he was talking about appeared next to Dazai Osamu - or, in other words, Nakajima Atsushi - at some unknown time.

Because she always stayed by the side of the white-haired boy, didn't seem to talk much, and didn't seem to have much of a presence, Sawada Tsunayoshi didn't have a deep impression of her.

But occasionally I saw two kids hanging around in front of a crepe stall in the snack street. They were quite cute.

He responded and tried hard to recall the other person's figure, but found that he was still not quite accurate, so he turned around and asked Nakajima Atsushi.

The white-haired "White Death" who was originally captured to work as a porter recited the opponent's code number as skillfully as if he were reciting a recipe.

Then he was met with suspicious looks from his two superiors.

"That's really strange, Dazai. Is Atsushi-kun such a sensitive child?"

"Because he's always with Kagamihana-chan when he's free, is that what it means? A live-action?"

Nakajima Atsushi was suddenly caught between his superiors: “Huh? Eh?”

After playing a prank on the White Grim Reaper who looked particularly green at certain times, the two stopped, arranged their clothes, and skillfully took the two people to the nearest dessert shop to slack off during the rest of their working hours. Two days later, it was time for Sawada Tsunayoshi and Dazai Osamu to attend the banquet.

The visiting congressman was named Yuya Maeda, a "big shot" who had participated in several wars and had many students in today's political arena.

The brown-haired young man, who had changed into a white suit more suitable for the banquet, adjusted his clothes a little, made sure the brooch flower with a locator installed stayed properly on his chest, tightened his orange tie, smoothed his hair casually, and got out of the car briskly in his leather shoes.

Before the door on the other side opened, he walked through it first, his steps brisk and graceful, like some creature moving nimbly through the forest.

He opened the back door of the black Rolls-Royce and revealed two decorative rings on his slender, white hands, one on the thumb and the other on the middle finger, which sparkled brightly under the lights of the night.

The brown-haired young man opened the car door and looked at the girl who had changed into gorgeous clothes because she was invited by him. It was obvious that she was nervous because it was her first time to come to such an occasion. A gentle and soothing smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

He leaned forward slightly, placed his left hand on his chest, and made an inviting gesture with his right hand.

In order to calm the child down, he had to "exaggerate" a little.

"Please get off the car," his smiling voice rang in my ears, making me follow his instructions and walk towards somewhere far away.

"Your Highness."