Chapter 32 There is a throne to inherit in the family (?)

Yuji Itadori entered the system space, and only Tsunayoshi Sawada was in the classroom.

Sawada Tsunayoshi propped up his head, his long eyelashes drooped, and his covered eyes looked at the empty table, wondering what he was thinking.

"Tsuna?" Yuji Itadori touched Tsunayoshi Sawada's head.

Sawada Tsunayoshi looked at Yuji Itadori dejectedly, lay down on the table, buried his face in his arms, and wailed, which scared Yuji Itadori.

"What's wrong?" Kuroko Tetsuya also came in at this time.

Yuji Itadori comforted: "Tell us if you have any problem, we can definitely solve it."

"I have a new father." Sawada Tsunayoshi said in a muffled voice.

There are a lot of moms and dads on the Internet, and we’re used to it, so they’re definitely not referring to dad fans.

Kuroko Tetsuya had a guess in his mind: "Is Nana's mother going to get married again?"

"Who's getting remarried?" Kuroro followed Tsushima Shuji in.

"It might be Nana's mother."

Sawada Tsunayoshi stood up and rubbed his face, with a complicated expression: "It's not that my mother is going to remarry, it's that my biological father is back."

Yuji Itadori's pupils trembled, "Isn't he dead?"

This is something they all know.

"How should I know--" Sawada Tsunayoshi's face was in despair, he thought his father who had been dead for many years was still alive, he asked his mother, his mother was surprised why he thought his father was dead.

Tsushima Shuji: "Tell me in detail, what happened?"

With a long sigh, Sawada Tsunayoshi told what happened this morning.

"Just this morning, a person who looked like a baby came to my door and said he was my father's friend..."

The other four people sat in a circle and listened to the whole thing, looking at each other in bewilderment.

Kuroko Tetsuya concluded: "Tsunayoshi is going to become the godfather of the mafia."

"I haven't agreed yet." Sawada Tsunayoshi was about to break down, "Not even novels dare to write like this. Who knows if it's true or not? I think it's more likely that he's a fraud."

"But the fact that it's a baby is problematic enough. If you think about it carefully, it fits the plot of a fantasy boy comic." Kuroro said.

"Don't do this kind of plot."

Tsushima Shuji: "But, did your mother agree?"

"I agreed." Sawada Tsunayoshi wanted to sigh again, "Mom said he is Dad's friend, so we have to treat him well."

"It would be too dangerous to get involved in the mafia family's power struggle," said Yuji Itadori.

Tsushima Shuji: "He didn't give me the option to refuse."

"Yeah." Sawada Tsunayoshi nodded, "I'm more worried that the people around me will be hurt. After all, the Mafia doesn't sound like a good thing."

He rubbed his cheeks vigorously. "Forget it, forget it. If an enemy comes, we will fight him with our own army. If a flood comes, we will block it with earth. The current situation is not that bad."

Yuji Itadori: "If you have something to say, please tell us as soon as possible."

"I know." Sawada Tsunayoshi smiled again.

"Speaking of which, I came across the finger mentioned in [The Secret of the Jujutsu World] today." Yuji Itadori changed the subject and took out the finger stuffed in his pocket.

"Is there a spell wrapped around it, suppressing some power?" Kuroro was a little curious.

"That should be the case," said Hisahito, "but I don't know what effect it has."

They didn't understand this and couldn't come to a conclusion, so before class, Yuji Itadori handed his finger to the system.

The system pointed at it and said, "Although it is hazardous waste, it can be processed and reused."

It considered extracting the power inside for its own children, and would not refuse something that came to its door.

The next morning, at Sawada's house.

Sitting at the dining table, Tsunayoshi looked at his mother humming a song, then at the baby drinking black coffee, and couldn't help rubbing his temples.

The little baby named Reborn put down his coffee cup, "Why, are you unhappy to see me?"

"I just feel like I might still be dreaming." Sawada Tsunayoshi replied casually.

"Really?" Reborn's dark eyes stared at the boy in front of him, who was eating breakfast by himself, motionless.

He was very focused, but this kind of gaze was very normal for the other person, after all, he was a famous child star in Japan.

Reborn felt that the ninth generation had given him a big problem.

At present, it seems that Sawada Tsunayoshi has no shortage of money or love, has a complete personality, good friends, good grades, and a bright career path. There is no reason to persuade him to become a mafia leader, and tough words will only have the opposite effect.

But who made him the only successor to the Vongola?

Reborn tilted his head.

Oh, distress.

On the way to school, Sawada Tsunayoshi hugged Reborn, "You can walk by yourself, right? And what are you going to school for?"

The baby in the black suit was held openly, "Don't you think it's too cruel to let a little baby walk behind you?"

"Normal babies can only crawl." Sawada Tsunayoshi complained.

Reborn's eyelids twitched.

"You haven't answered my second question yet."

"I was sent to teach you how to become the successor of the Vongola family. Of course I have to observe you at all times."

"I've already said that I'm not interested in that Vongola anymore." Sawada Tsunayoshi said helplessly, "And this has a bad influence."

Which idol would go around being a black fan? Wouldn’t this lead the younger fans astray?

Reborn: "Don't worry, Vongola has good confidentiality measures."

"I don't have to keep it secret since I'm not involved in gang activities." Sawada Tsunayoshi's logic was clear.

Reborn didn't continue to persuade him. When they were almost at the school gate, he jumped out of Sawada Tsunayoshi's arms nimbly and stood on the high wall, which made Sawada Tsunayoshi couldn't help but say, "Be careful."

"Thank you for your concern. See you later." After saying that, the person disappeared completely.

Sawada Tsunayoshi turned around calmly and said, "So it has the attribute of a groundhog."

Digging holes everywhere.

At the school gate, several police officers were checking people’s attire.

As you walk into the school gate, people who are more observant will notice that there are almost no three people walking together on the street, and the students intentionally or unintentionally keep a distance from others.

The first weird rule of Heisei Junior High School: No gatherings.

A few meters away, a classmate greeted him, and Sawada Tsunayoshi smiled and nodded at him.

Thanks to the chairman of Namimori, Hibari Kyoya, for creating a good learning atmosphere in the school. Although Hisahito occasionally encountered the situation where people were standing outside the classroom window, Namimori's fans had been obedient since they were almost beaten to death one by one by the chairman during their first gathering.

The reason why I say almost is because he was stopped by Sawada Tsunayoshi. These are all our fans, we can't just watch them get beaten.

But because of that incident, Hibari Kyoya became attached to him.

"Sawada Tsunayoshi." A familiar male voice sounded behind him.

The classmate who had taken a detour just to say hello to Sawada Tsunayoshi froze for a moment and said hastily, "The weather has been getting colder recently, so remember to wear more clothes."

Then his feet slipped and he disappeared in a flash.

Sawada Tsunayoshi: "Thank you for your concern."

The chairman's reputation is even greater than before.

Sawada Tsunayoshi turned around and said, "Good morning, Hibari-senpai."

"Good morning." The boy holding a crutch walked past Sawada Tsunayoshi and said, "Come to me after class at noon."

There is no room for refusal.

Forget it, just consider it as a way to digest the food after lunch.

When he arrived at the classroom door, he met the Chinese teacher who had arrived earlier. The teacher observed around and confirmed that there was no danger before patting Sawada Tsunayoshi on the shoulder and said, "I watched the new variety show, it's very good, Sawada-san."

She smiled and gave a thumbs-up.

Being praised, Sawada Tsunayoshi felt embarrassed: "Thank you, teacher."

"Come in and sit down. You'll have a rest before class starts."

"OK."

It was much safer inside the classroom. Several classmates who were sitting near Sawada Tsunayoshi's seat turned around and greeted him as soon as he came in and sat down.

Sawada Tsunayoshi responded one by one.

"I heard there will be a transfer student today." The black crew cut boy whispered.

"Where did you hear that?" the girl on the right asked curiously.

"I saw it in the office, hehe."

"It's not necessarily our class."

It’s true.

Less than a minute into the class, the head teacher came in with his friends, said a few words to the Chinese teacher, and left.

“He’s a foreigner.”

"He's really handsome, but he doesn't look easy to mess with." The girl turned her head to look at the brown-haired boy with soft eyebrows and smiled, "Our Tsunayoshi is still the best."

The silver-haired boy stood on the podium, his face tense, his self-introduction stiffly, and his hands hanging on both sides were slightly clenched and lowered.

"Okay, let's welcome our new student Hayato Gokudera."

There was applause from the audience at the right time.

Sawada Tsunayoshi raised his head and his eyes inadvertently met the green eyes. He smiled subconsciously, and then found that the new classmate's expression became even uglier.

Hmm? Am I disliked?

The transfer student named Hayato Gokudera walked past Sawada Tsunayoshi like a steel plate and sat down behind him on the right.

During class, Sawada Tsunayoshi would always feel a burning gaze coming from behind him from the right from time to time. He could imagine the person behind him raising his head and then immediately lowering it, then raising it and lowering it again, repeating over and over again.

The new classmate has a nice neck.

After class, because the new classmate had such a bad expression, no one else dared to approach him.

As usual, there was a circle of people surrounding Sawada Tsunayoshi.

Girl with short hair: "My hair seems to be a little long."

Sawada Tsunayoshi touched the end of his hair and said, "Well, I plan to get a new hairstyle, so I'll probably keep it for half a year."

"I'm so looking forward to it." The girl with short hair held her face.

The tall and thin boy invited: "Would you like to play basketball together after school this afternoon?"

"Maybe not today, something's going on."

“…”

The gaze behind me is still very hot.

This kind of gaze is actually very familiar, usually seen among his fans. But because the new classmate is too sullen, Sawada Tsunayoshi is not sure if he has become narcissistic recently.

Forget it, I won’t move unless the enemy does.

After school at noon, Sawada Tsunayoshi finished his lunch before going to the rooftop to find Hibari Kyoya.

The silver-haired boy had already left his seat and no one knew where he went.

The rooftop of Namimori Junior High School is exclusively for the Chairman. This is probably the unspoken rule of Namimori students. In fact, Yun Que Kyoya is in the Chairman's office most of the time, but no one wants to randomly spawn a Chairman on the rooftop. Avoid it if you can.

As soon as Sawada Tsunayoshi stepped onto the rooftop, a floating crutch swung towards him.

He ducked his head as usual, then stepped aside and quickly took off his coat and put it away. The fight was bound to get his clothes dirty, and putting the coat away would help cover it up when he put it on later.

Sawada Tsunayoshi complained quietly: "Vigorous exercise after a meal is not good for the stomach. Let's fight at another time, Hibari-senpai."

Yunque Kyoya had good hearing and raised his eyebrows when he heard this.

No objection, that means you agree.

The entire rooftop was their fighting arena, and their movements were accompanied by sharp sounds of wind.

Hibari Kyoya's floating crutch split the air and just brushed the back of Sawada Tsunayoshi's neck, and the strong wind blew up the loose hair on the back of his neck.

"Faster." The black-haired classically beautiful boy spoke with a fierce tone that was inconsistent with his appearance.

The floating duckweed kick hit Sawada Tsunayoshi's leg. Sawada Tsunayoshi took advantage of the momentum to flip in the air and used a scissors kick to grab Hibari Kyoya's neck. The two men struggled and crashed into the ground. Hibari Kyoya twisted his waist and turned over before hitting the ground. Sawada Tsunayoshi quickly rolled to the side to avoid the floating duckweed kick.

The steel blade smashed towards Sawada Tsunayoshi like a violent storm.

Sawada Tsunayoshi dodged the attacks of the two duckweed crutches nimbly, and Hibari Kyoya couldn't touch him at all.

After thinking about it, Yunque Kyoya threw away the duckweed crutch in his hand and kicked over with a whip-like kick.

Sawada Tsunayoshi was sweating profusely: "Wait, Hibari-senpai..."

"Let's talk after the fight."

Hibari Kyoya is getting serious.

In the following attacks, Sawada Tsunayoshi dodged the whole time, as nimble as a rabbit.

Sure enough, after a while, the chairman felt it was boring and stopped.

"Why don't you fight back?"