Andrea arrived on time.

The world has changed a lot recently. When the people below make certain plans or tasks, they always make some minor mistakes, which are enough to make people anxious and exhausted.

Therefore, he originally did not even plan to attend this banquet.

However, it was said that the long-lost tenth-generation Vongola would also appear - he had no special intention, he was just slightly interested in this - so after thinking about it, he still hurried over.

The organization that his boss "inherited" and developed was mainly active in the northern part of Italy, while the influence of the tenth generation of Vongola, who was known as the uncrowned king of the Italian world, was mainly located in the southern part of Italy.

Therefore, the two sides have always been in a state of "kings not meeting kings" - even so, compared with the Vongola, which has a long history, their organization is still slightly inferior.

Tsk, if the Boss was here...

When Andrea thought of this, he couldn't help but grit his teeth in hatred.

Therefore, even though he knew that the guy who just snatched the cake from him (not really) was the Vongola's Lightning Guardian, he had no intention of chatting with him.

For them, the organization left behind by the Boss does not need to expand or shrink, it just needs to maintain its original form.

So there is no need to flatter.

But perhaps out of curiosity, Andrea couldn't help but look at the other person a few more times.

Although he didn't have to deliberately try to please the so-called uncrowned king, even without his own instructions, intelligence on the other side was placed on his desk by his subordinates before attending the banquet.

Rambo Bovino, a member of the 10th generation Vongola family, is the 10th generation Vongola Guardian of Lightning.

It is said that when he became the "Guardian", he was just a five-year-old child. Therefore, some people in the inner world once laughed at whether Vongola had reached the end of the road and actually chose such a kid who didn't even have all his hair grown as a senior executive.

——Then I heard that even a little kid like this could fight on equal terms with the Thunder Guardian of the vicious assassination organization Varian.

Before coming, Andrea thought the other party was a scary guy.

After all, there are not many people who have gained a bad reputation at that age even in the inner world. The few who have gained a bad reputation due to family and social factors are either born perverts.

And in the case of the young Guardian of the Vongola, it means that either the person who raised him - as everyone knows, the upper echelons of the Vongola family are inseparable, and maybe even the kid's diapers were changed by the leader who is said to be kind - has problems such as violent tendencies, or this guy is a born villain, a natural pervert.

But at the first contact, Andrea overturned all his previous guesses, and out of the 10% possibility, he picked out the guess that he had discarded because of its low probability.

"Just a fool...?"

He swirled his wine glass, looked at the silly calf who was happily eating his snack, and came to a conclusion after observation.

For a moment, Andrea couldn't explain what he was feeling.

After all, when the Boss... when the Boss who treated him like a father and a brother was around, if he had not been trained by the FBI long ago, he would probably have been raised by his kind-hearted brother to become a proud and willful little animal.

But there is no such if.

There was none at the beginning and there was none at the end.

Andrea's eyes darkened, but he saved himself from the feeling of loss in a short while.

He walked towards Rambo Bovino.

Since we've met, it's only right to say hello out of courtesy.

He also developed some interest in the legendary "Tenth Generation Vongola" - being able to raise a guy like Rambo Bovino must be more or less interesting.

Swirling his wine glass carelessly, he prayed in his heart that there wouldn't be many people around the legendary leader - of course he felt that was unlikely - the boy, who felt that he had grown from a little kid hiding behind his brother and observing the world timidly to a reliable adult, coughed lightly and walked over to Rambo Bovino, who was working hard to eat.

——As expected, the Vongola leader was wrapped up tightly, and because he was sitting on a sofa, Andrea couldn't even see the tips of his hair.

He withdrew his gaze, and the curly-haired boy beside him finally realized the existence of another person.

In order to protect Tsuna's happy vacation in Japan, Rambo, who was sensible for once, was very angry.

Although always loved by the girls in town, the guy with the Italian-looking body is really just a brat.

Therefore, she didn't pay much attention to other people and things at the party. Instead, she remembered the boy who had a chance encounter with her because she chose the same dessert as him.

Rambo bit his fork and thought for a while, then made some room for the other party.

"Are you here to get this again?" he asked with drooping eyelids.

Andrea, who actually didn’t mean that, said: …

He took a look and found that it was really what he liked, so he readily agreed.

While the adults were busy socializing, the teenagers stood aside with their small plates in hand and ate.

Andrea originally came here with a tentative and cautious mindset, but he didn't expect that his tastes and the other party's tastes actually had many similarities - and therefore, it was very easy for them to argue about the differences.

As they solved many food problems in a sometimes happy and sometimes confrontational way, the topic of conversation shifted from food to other things - such as the recent situation in the inner world and the latest fashionable "toys (weapons) (tools)", and their relationship unexpectedly improved a lot without them noticing.

"Come to think of it." He relaxed a little, leaned against the wall like Rambo, and looked at the position of the sofa. "Don't you have to guard it?"

The black curly-haired calf raised his eyes blankly.

"Ah, that..." He would not let anything slip even in front of his new friend Rambo, so he just said without any hesitation, "He... Tsuna can do it alone."

This is not the attitude a loyal subordinate would use towards his superior.

This means that the Vongola, who are said to be united and indestructible... may not be so solid after all?

This thought flashed through his mind, and then Andrea caught a key word in this sentence.

"A-Tsuna?"

Rambo looked at him with a little confusion.

"What's wrong...?" He suddenly realized that although many people in the inner world knew that the real name of the tenth generation of Vongola was [Sawada Tsunayoshi], more people knew the name of Vongola.

He pursed his lips and said rather stubbornly: "A Gang is A Gang."

What a childish temper.

Andrea withdrew his gaze.

In fact, he was a little out of control.

After all, it was that person's real name... If he had been by that defenseless person's side without any disguise from the beginning, he would have been able to call the other person's name so intimately.

Ah Gang... huh?

He subconsciously mashed the word between his lips, but he didn't have the courage to shout it out like the fool next to him.

Rambo·Carefree·Bovino:?

He hesitated for a moment, then handed the ice cream in his hand to the new friend he had just made.

"Do you want to eat?"

Andrea declined him politely, her eyes passing over the crowd surrounding the "Tenth Generation of Vongola".

If I were to say that I was just curious and wanted to see the so-called tenth generation of Vongola, now there is something more to this curiosity.

Similar to, seeing if the other person deserves a similar name to that person... something like that.

Rambo Bovino took back his ice cream without hesitation, looked at the boy beside him and hummed.

"Sure enough." He suddenly said, "I don't think I like you that much."

Andrea was stunned. He didn't expect this young master to say such a thing.

But the daze lasted only a moment, and the next moment, he pulled the corners of his lips.

"What a coincidence." He said, looking at the boy who seemed to be quite talkative just now with a not-so-friendly smile, "Me too."

…

…

She was alone when she went out, and when she came back, she brought the Vongola team with her, and she also brought back an extra man.

Jigokudera Hayato stood in a daze at the entrance. The Storm Guardian, who had just received the news and was about to go out to greet the leader, was tricked by the leader's tutor. He stood at the door and looked at the leader who had already arrived home in bewilderment.

Then, the pupils of this guardian, who had grown to the point where he could maintain his cold exterior in at least 99% of the situations, began to tremble violently.

"Yunyunyun, where is that Hibari guy?" He leaned back and looked, "That Hibari guy left on his own again, right? Didn't Mr. Reborn come back with the Judaime?"

A series of questions came one after another, making Sawada Tsunayoshi feel a little dizzy. Even though he knew that the other party was not questioning him, but the Vongola members following behind him, Sawada Tsunayoshi still couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by all this talk.

Morobushi Kagemitsu, who was a step behind, already showed a look of disapproval.

However, before he could move, the large silver-furred dog knelt down on one knee, exuding an aura of loss.

"I actually asked you to come back in person..." He probably blamed himself sincerely, as if a dark cloud was hanging over his head. "As the right-hand man of the Judaime, I actually asked you to come back in person. I am really derelict in my duty."

Sawada Tsunayoshi: …

To be honest, he not only went home by himself, but also ate, washed his hands and went to the bathroom by himself.

But in the eyes of the tenth generation Tokuwei, all of these were the result of the tenth generation's wronging him. In his heart, he drew countless circles for Hibari Kyoya, who took the tenth generation away but did not personally send him home. After receiving the leader's intimate comfort, the young man stood up with the leader and looked at the man who had just stood behind the leader.

"What is this...?"

He left just the right pause.

Zhufu Jingguang took a step forward.

In fact, not only was Hayato Jigokudera sizing him up, he was also sizing the other person.

Even more bizarre than a dead person coming back to life is that he not only came back to life, but also shrunk to the size of a baby.

If the other party had not come up and called out his name, Zhufu Jingguang would have believed that this child was Johnny Lejia's posthumous son - after all, he and his "father" seemed to be carved from the same mold.

——Of course, after all, they are the same person.

However, there are precedents of shrinking (although it is unclear who is the precedent), so Morobushi Kagemitsu's reason told him that this matter should be tested with Miyano Shiho.

But what was more shameful was that it was only just now that he came back to his senses from the trance of Johnny's "resurrection".

Normally, he should have told their relatives and friends immediately after reacting, but he immediately followed Sawada Tsunayoshi into the house with the sign "Sawada" and faced the young man who looked like a large dog in front of the cub, but had the aura of a complete beast.

Hayato Jigokudera.

Zhu Fu Jingguang lowered his eyes.

If he remembered correctly, this was one of Johnny's most common pseudonyms.

Now it seems that it may have come from this silver-haired young man.

Who is he? What is his relationship with Johnny Winger? Why is the shrunken Johnny Winger by his side after his resurrection... or is Johnny Winger really dead?

There were so many things swirling in his mind that for a moment, Morofu Jingguang didn't even know which one to talk about first.

Seeing Morofushi Kagemitsu, who seemed a little flustered for a rare time, Sawada Tsunayoshi blinked and patted Jikudera Hayato's arm.

"This is my friend, Officer Morobushi Jingguang," he said. "Well, let's go in and talk about the rest first, okay?"

Okay, okay, of course! Whatever the Tenth Generation says is fine!

Jigokudera Hayato had already had enough of the tenth generation title today, so he nodded calmly upon hearing this and extended his hand like a host to invite the other person in.

Hearing the noise outside, Yamamoto Takeshi also poked his head out.

At this moment he was squatting in the kitchen making sushi - because a certain leader said he missed his friend's craftsmanship - and when he saw Morobushi Kagemitsu he was also having a meal.

"So that's how it is. Is he also a friend of Gang?" The young man smiled cheerfully and suddenly realized something. He stretched out his hand to shake hands with the other party. "Then he is also my friend."

Although he felt that something was wrong, Morobushi Kagemitsu was forced to reach out his hand because it seemed to make sense.

Then the young man who was smiling brightly just a second ago suddenly changed his expression.

"However, speaking of Tsuna's best friend." He paused meaningfully, his black pupils staring at Morobushi Kagemitsu - Morobushi Kagemitsu then realized that his pupils reflected an amber light in the sunlight, but because they were too dark, they appeared black - his smile disappeared, and even the aura around him suddenly increased a lot, and he said sincerely and directly, "It's me."

Zhu Fu Jingguang was stunned.

He raised his eyes, and the other person's expression had become serious without him knowing when, and the young man with black hair and blue eyes couldn't help but restrain his expression.

Before he could say anything, he saw the silver-haired young man named Hayato Jigokudera walking towards him with an unhappy look on his face.

"What are you talking about?" He slapped Yamamoto Takeshi with his paw very skillfully, "I am the best friend and the most capable right-hand man of the Tenth Generation, you baseball idiot."

"Really? I always thought it was me... Jigokuji, are you getting old? I don't remember much about this, haha."

"Huh? You wanna have a fight?"

"Really? Although it's not my intention, if Jigokuji wants to quarrel, I can join in."

The two guys, who had been on the same good or bad relationship for ten years, started quarreling as if no one was around.

Zhufu Jingguang stared at it in a daze for a while and turned his head away.

The two-headed baby who had stood on the platform beside him at some point looked at the two people who were arguing and smiled helplessly.

"Sorry." Noticing his gaze, the other person turned his head and showed a gentle smile that he was probably familiar with, which he had seen countless times in his dreams, but in fact he had not seen it for a long time. "That's how they are... Scotland, Hiro? Are you okay?"

Under Sawada Tsunayoshi's worried gaze, the young man shook his head, looking as if he was about to cry.

"I'm fine," he whispered, feeling once again, as never before, that this person was finally with him.

His cell phone vibrated.

Seeing this, Sawada Tsunayoshi skillfully jumped between the two adults who were still arguing to "persuade them to stop fighting", while Morofushi Keimitsu lowered his head to check the text messages and found that they were the text messages he had sent to Yukino with a dazed look when he was in the car just now.

[If I say... Johnny is back, would you believe it? - Hiro]

【ha?】

[Are you sick? Do you have a fever? How high is your temperature? Are you hallucinating? ]

【Where are you? ! ! ! 】

——zero.

Morofushi Jingguang was silent for a moment and turned off his phone indifferently.