Chapter 80: Cheerful Dog Type I will be responsible for Yamamoto-kun. ...

Since their youth, Hayato Gokudera has had a bad relationship with Takeshi Yamamoto.

Although it now seems that this disagreement is his one-sided dissatisfaction, he does not think that being dissatisfied with Yamamoto is childish or wrong - the reason is simple, he and this seemingly natural guy have extremely different personalities, and he basically suffers every time they get together.

...Just like now.

"I've got it—"

He should have had no interest in the so-called throwing and catching, but when the baseball idiot swung the bat and hit the baseball into the distance, Yusi Lang could not control his claws at all and ran towards the direction where the ball flew.

He even woofed.

Like a sunny and enthusiastic puppy.

"Very good, very energetic!" Yamamoto put a hand over his brow to shade himself from the sun, looking at the silver wolf's frantic back with a sense of relief. "I knew puppies would love to play with this."

At his feet, the little raccoon's face was full of sympathy: You're screwed, Gokudera-kun. If my colleagues find out what happened today, I'm sure he'll be nicknamed the cheerful puppy.

But then again, didn't Mukudera-kun transform into a wolf? Do wolves also have this instinct?

Yusilang himself didn't know - anyway, he couldn't control the urge to chase moving objects.

In the morning light, his silver-white hair was blown into dandelion-like balls in the wind, and when his four paws moved alternately, they even slipped on the lawn because of the fast speed - this body obviously has not yet fully adapted to the movement mode of a canine. It is not easy to notice when walking, but this awkward feeling is quite obvious when running.

Even so, running still brought him an instinctive joy. His sharp eyes accurately determined the ball's landing point. The nimble Silver Wolf leaped on his hind legs, stopping the ball with a precise diving dive. Then, he lowered his head to grab it, preparing to bring it back...

...No! Why would he be a retriever?

The shame of foolishly running to catch the ball instantly overwhelmed his "animal instinct". With the ball in his mouth, the wolf froze mid-run, his pupils trembling: Why did my body move on its own? What kind of magical additives were in that apple...

He was about to spit the ball out in anger when Yamamoto clapped his hands cheerfully, "Nice ball! What a great puppy!"

When he smiled, the handsome face of the black-haired man became even more sunny, and the scar on his jaw was also lifted. "I have always thought that the hair color, green eyes and expression are somewhat similar... This swift momentum really reminds me of a friend."

Prison Temple Wolf: “……!!!”

Not only did Yusi suddenly freeze, but even Chaomu, who had been watching the show with his paws tucked in, was startled: How did this guy say such scary words with such a cheerful expression... Did he really recognize him? Is this the natural intuition system?

"But if it's that friend, even if he really wants to play together, he'll probably hold back." The two little animals were shocked and stiffened. Tianran, who dropped the bombshell, still looked refreshed, as if his previous remarks were just a casual remark. "After all, Mukudera doesn't seem that frank... Well, I'll drag him along to play baseball next time."

Prison Temple Wolf: “…………”

Maybe they weren’t discovered…?

After confirming that the other party probably really hadn't noticed and was just saying it casually, and then quickly went to play ball with the raccoon without any hesitation, the veins in Mukudera's head bulged even more: This guy said who wasn't frank... Is it possible that he refused because he really didn't want to? Who wants to play baseball with a baseball idiot!

Even though he thought so, he still resisted the urge to stretch out his claws to hit Yamamoto, in case the latter suddenly said, "Hey, he looks very similar to Mukudera in a fierce and handsome way." At least he must not let it show up now.

Not only could he not get angry, but Gokuji Wolf had to try very hard to act like an innocent, silly dog ​​while playing that damned catch game... So couldn't the cunning raccoon give him a little more effort? She wasn't that inefficient when she coaxed him to eat the apple before, was she? Couldn't she just act a little more coquettishly, rub her damned tail against the baseball idiot more often, and coax him into opening his mouth to eat?

The cunning little raccoon thought that was not a good idea.

After all, it was hard to refuse Yamamoto-kun's kindness, and he had an enthusiastic attitude that said, "I can't eat your apples for free, I have to play with you." Although Chaomu thought that he was probably so enthusiastic just because he wanted to play with the little animals, she felt that she couldn't interrupt his natural kindness.

Well, it’s definitely not because it’s fun to watch Marshmallow Wolf play catch even though he’s clearly angry.

She fiddled with the baseball Yamamoto had given her with her paws, while excitedly recording the system. The camera showed the wolf in the prison, his face full of reluctance, but he chased the ball more enthusiastically than anyone else, his tail lashing out like a propeller.

Because the raccoon was obviously watching the show, Yusilang finally couldn't stand it anymore.

Yamamoto hit the ball very far, and after running for a few rounds, the wolf cub's body was somewhat exhausted. Resisting the urge to stick out his tongue, the wolf cub panted and squeezed to the side of the raccoon, slapping her paw in annoyance: "Ah?"

When will this damn raccoon finally come into his own and feed the apple to the baseball idiot?

"Aww." The little raccoon yelped twice perfunctorily, signaling to come on. While doing so, she plucked his tail hair a few more times. When Yamamoto cast a curious look at her, she pushed the wolf cub down into the grass with a snap, buried herself in his belly, and rolled around affectionately.

Prison Temple Wolf: "Woooo?!"

He was knocked to the ground defenselessly, and he didn't dare to struggle too hard. He could only stare at the raccoon above him with his green eyes in confusion: "What are you doing?"

"Interacting intimately with harmless little animals can help people let down their guard." Chaomu said confidently, burying his face in the soft fur on the wolf's belly and taking a deep breath. "Be cooperative, Mukuro-kun. We are good friends now."

What good friend would suck his friend's belly?

The hot and wet breath made the wolf open his claws - he suspected that this cunning raccoon was deceiving him and wanted to take advantage of him, and he had solid evidence.

But Yamamoto seems to really like it.

He watched the two little animals playfully, and temporarily gave up the idea of ​​playing with the ball. "Are you tired of playing? The little raccoon has already started yawning."

The gray little raccoon pretended to rub his eyes with his paws, and used the wolf's belly as a trampoline. When the wolf cub howled, he jumped up and ran into the black-haired man's arms, pulling at his haori: "Meow——"

"Huh? What's wrong?" Unlike Mukudera, who was asking knowingly, Yamamoto probably didn't know much about small animals. Confusion was written all over his face as he hugged her. "Why is your stomach suddenly making that tractor-like sound? Are you hungry? Or are you having diarrhea? Do you need my help?"

The little raccoon who always succeeds in flirting with Mukudera with a purring voice: "…………Tsk."

Who has diarrhea?

Amidst the wolf cub's gloating laughter, she rubbed her cheeks and continued, nudging the man's chest: "Ah."

Was it from sword training or baseball? Although his physique wasn't particularly noticeable, his muscles were surprisingly well-developed.

This obvious gesture of goodwill was finally accepted by Yamamoto. The black-haired man was a little pampered by her rubbing against him. He patted her head and smiled even more brightly: "Good girl... Do you want to come home with me? I have no experience raising raccoons." Before he finished speaking, the raccoon handed over the apple in a flattering manner, wiped it with its paw, and put it to his mouth: "Meow!"

What a hard-working little guy... Do I have to give him this apple to eat?

Perhaps because of the exercise, the rosy, water-drenched apple looked quite tempting to Yamamoto. He took it with a smile, wiped it with his sleeve, and brought it to his mouth. "Thank you very much. In return, come back with me later to eat some..."

……Um?

A wonderful taste suddenly exploded between his lips and teeth, and as the fruit juice filled his mouth, the black-haired man looked stunned, but he didn't show any pain, just a little puzzled: "I feel like this tastes... not bad... huh?"

The next second, the tall man in the haori suddenly shrank from the pink smoke, his kimono fabric folding and falling to the ground. Raccoon used his paw to push the smoke aside, and behind him, Gokudera Wolf ran over excitedly, both looking at the figure in the smoke.

“Woof…?”

An Akita dog slumped down in the fabric, its expression innocent yet reminiscent of its true self. He locked eyes with the two little animals, his tail wagging. "Is this some new game? Or am I still not awake?"

Should I say it’s surprising or not...it’s indeed a canine.

Chaomu was sandwiched between two large dogs. He looked at Yusi Wolf on the left and Yamamoto Dog on the right, and fell into a brief contemplation.

Although they are both canines, it has to be said that the contrast between the Akita's dog-like face, which reveals its honesty, sunshine and handsomeness, and the silver wolf's rather cold and unrestrained wolf-like face is quite stark.

The silver wolf, who had just been wheezing and sticking out his tongue, now had a cold and arrogant look on his face. He stepped on the clothes on the ground and snorted and taunted, "Do you still think you're dreaming, baseball idiot? Who told you to be careless and casually eat the apple handed to you by the suspicious little raccoon? Now you've become a stupid dog, haven't you?"

"Woof woof?"

"Ahahaha...it turns out to be Gokudera."

Although it looked quite natural, Yamamoto was no fool after all. He scratched his head with his paw. After hearing Mukudera's voice, he quickly understood the current situation and accepted it well. "Who is the mastermind, the raccoon? What a funny prank! Wow, I was completely fooled - but how did Mukudera become like this?"

"Oh. He casually ate the apple given by the suspicious raccoon." Chaomu repeated Mukudera's words in a stern tone, blinking innocently at the latter's stiff gaze, "Not careful at all, Mukudera-kun."

Prison Temple Wolf: “…………tsk.”

"Gokudera was fooled too? There's nothing we can do about it." Yamamoto didn't mean to kick him when he was down. He patted his shoulder like a brother and barked cheerfully, "After all, Miss Raccoon is very cute and good at acting cute. There's no way you can refuse that apple."

...I just don't want to be comforted by this idiot...I always have the illusion that I am as stupid as him.

Yusi Lang turned his face away coldly and said with disdain: "Who is the same as you? The tricks Miss Chaomu used on me were much more powerful than when she fooled you..."

When he turned around, he saw the little raccoon seemed quite happy, holding its face with its paws. For a moment, he was confused: "...Ms. Chaomu?"

"Hmm... Yamamoto-kun praised me for being cute." The little raccoon rubbed his eyes with his paws, wiping away the non-existent tears of emotion. "Compared to Mukudera-kun, who always calls me a cunning raccoon, Yamamoto-kun is truly touching... I'm willing to admit that I used more tricks on Yamamoto-kun than I did on Mukudera-kun."

Prison Temple Wolf: "...Hey."

Before he could even protest, Yamamoto Inu naturally took up the conversation: "So, Ms. Mu is saying that you've put more thought into me? I'm not that easy to fool, am I? I feel like being fooled is a natural thing."

"Yeah, Yamamoto-kun seems quite difficult to appease." Chaomu checked the buff time and roughly calculated, "Mukudera-kun's resistance to small animals should be even lower."

Yamamoto Takeshi was probably the type of person with natural intuition, so it was quite difficult to deceive him. She spent a long time trying to reduce her "abnormal" presence.

The conversation between the Akita Inu and the raccoon was quite natural, but Mukudera felt something was getting off his chest the more he listened. Were these two guys trying to exclude him? They even classified him as an idiot right in front of him, making a rather disrespectful summary... And why did they change the name to "baseball idiot"? What's with calling him "Miss Murasaki"? That guy was being incredibly impolite towards his tenth-generation junior sister!

He hesitated for only two seconds before the conversation between the dog and the raccoon went off on a tangent.

"Oh... so there are such magical apples? Miss Mu's cooking skills are amazing! Can you let me try other dishes next time? They seem to taste very good - and super interesting."

"I'll give it a try next time I get a chance... Yamamoto-kun is also very good at swordsmanship and baseball! By the way, are there any other Guardians you're familiar with..."

"Shall we let them join? Okay. As for Tsuna, he's probably too busy working to play; and Hibari-senpai is still in Japan, so it'd be a bit troublesome to fly back. Ryohei-san is at headquarters lately, so why don't we go find him and join us? He should be interested in joining too..."

Yusilang couldn't stand it anymore.

If this continues, this small animal disaster will spread to the entire Vongola, and the tenth generation will definitely be in a lot of trouble - the baseball idiot has changed, so at least he should leave a few useful subordinates for the tenth generation!

"Wait a minute—Miss Asamura has other plans," Silver Wolf howled, decisively extending his claws to interrupt their increasingly rambling and inexplicably speculative conversation. He said seriously, "The Tenth Dashige has organized a medical team for you, Miss. You will need to have a physical examination this morning. It will serve as Mr. Reborn's basic admission test. I hope you will cooperate."

Is there such a itinerary?

The raccoon, who knew nothing about this, blinked and glanced at his already full and exceeded task progress bar. He didn't insist on finding another guardian. "If it's already been arranged, then that's fine too?"

"Then I'll lead the way—you baseball idiot, go back and play catch." The silver wolf shook the grass seeds and water droplets from his fur, transforming himself back into a calm and handsome wolf cub. He picked up the raccoon by the scruff of her neck and headed into the castle. "The medical team is in charge today, Shamar. The tenth generation asked me to accompany you... What are you doing here?"

"Eh? Can't you follow me?" He had just raised his paw and taken a few steps when Yamamoto Wang followed him skillfully.

Hearing his question, the Akita blinked and wagged its tail: "Now that I've become like this, I can't handle other tasks anymore. I can only follow Miss Mu and wait to change back to normal."

"What's with this habit... And don't follow her. You'll change back in 24 hours." Mukuji Wolf bared his sharp teeth and coldly refused. He absolutely didn't want to stay with this stupid looking dog any longer. As he shook his head, the raccoon in his mouth swung back and forth like a pendulum. "Don't you like playing baseball? Go play by yourself."

He thought he had arranged everything well, but Yamamoto Wang obviously had his own ideas.

The Akita nudged the swaying raccoon with its nose. Its amber eyes were wet with pure disappointment. "So Miss Mu doesn't want to take Wang with him either?"

Maybe it's because of canine instinct, so his clingy behavior is more obvious than that of the Wolf of the Prison Temple.

Chaomu rubbed his dog head and agreed with a sense of responsibility: "Take him, let's go together. At least today, I will be responsible for Yamamoto-kun."

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