Chapter 146 Burying the Handwriting of Time

They roughly looked through the remaining things.

Just as Reborn guessed, the small boxes placed separately were just for storage purposes, and they contained some daily necessities. They even found an old brush and a stack of rice paper full of words in the last one.

Sawada Tsunayoshi looked at the folded paper and didn't dare to open it for a long time.

“It feels like I’m peeking into someone else’s diary.”

He twitched his eyes subtly. "Especially the diaries of our ancestors, um, that sort of thing."

"What is that?"

The baby blinked unconsciously and asked him, "Do you mean to say these are love letters written by the first generation, or do you suspect that these are the secret memories written by the first generation's old lovers themselves?"

"…Apart from this, is there anything else possible?"

"I didn't say anything else."

Reborn turned his head back as if nothing had happened, reached out and picked up the pages, "I just don't understand what you're ashamed of."

"What happened back then? Didn't you already have a rough idea when you got those portraits? And considering you almost married Suzuki Sonoko yourself, you should be pretty proficient at this."

After saying that, he glanced at the blue-eyed man in sportswear and the white-haired fox demon who had stood on both sides of him without him noticing, and glared at his stupid apprentice with a look of disappointment.

——The mental journeys of the two of them are not much more complicated than yours. Which one of them is as impatient as you?

Everything was as expected.

What was written on it was indeed a love poem.

There are both Chinese characters and Italian, a very regular pattern of two parts in one.

One of them was obviously written by a woman. The font was slender and the strokes were soft. Both Chinese characters and Italian were written fluently and naturally.

As for the other one... I can only say that the level fluctuates greatly.

His Chinese characters and letters are completely different, they are so ugly that they look like they were written by two different people.

Hiragana is subtly somewhere in between; the individual shapes are fine, but they fall apart as you write.

The one placed on top looks the most delicate.

It contained a long and well-known poem. Both the male and female copies looked equally beautiful. The female copy even had a rose drawn in the corner.

"how……"

Sawada Tsunayoshi flipped through it briefly and wondered, "Why are there two copies of each?"

"Yes."

Yato followed him and squatted there, thinking: "Even if they were sending love letters back and forth, wouldn't both men and women write exactly the same letters?"

He thought he had successfully diverted attention, and while no one was paying attention (actually with great fanfare), he pulled out a piece of letter paper with a woman's notebook, calmly folded it in half, and raised his hand to put it in his pocket.

Before he could succeed, Reborn blocked his attack with his cane.

"Haven't you figured it out yet, stupid Tsuna?"

The baby replaced the letter next to the other spread-out pages.

"Everything is in duplicate because of these." He poked the letter paper with a picture of a rose with the tip of his stick. "These are all calligraphy copies written in advance."

"And these," he pointed at the neatly written kanji and kana, "were all carefully copied from another copy."

——What kind of love letters are these? The little baby thought, even if it takes a lot of fire to wrap them up, they are placed here. It is obvious that they are the thoughts of a beginner, and he is handing in his homework to the person who wrote the calligraphy for him.

"Yeah?!"

The foolish apprentice's voice was filled with surprise and innocence: "Did the first generation actually copy it when he was teaching the squire's daughter?"

Sawada Tsunayoshi sighed.

Reborn couldn't bear to watch. "Although I know you can't accept Suzuki Sonoko and the teacher unconsciously rejects her, the owner of the female font is even proficient in Italian. It's obvious that she was the one teaching others from the beginning."

"How on earth do you know that this is the first generation teaching his wife?"

"Is it possible for a country-born daughter to be so fluent in Italian?"

——Judging from the fact that there were two copies of the long poem about the rose, the first generation of Italian men actually followed her in learning how to write Italian.

Sawada Tsunayoshi didn't dare to say it. In fact, before Reborn spoke, he had no idea that the letters connected in strings and occasionally in small circles were actually handwritten Italian characters.

He only recognizes the word "Vongola" in Italian.

On the other side, the big devil raised his hat and took out a tablet computer from some other dimension.

On the back of the computer, there was a word engraved that was the only one Sawada could recognize: "Vongola".

After a simple scan, it was immediately compared with the internally stored document library, and the results confirmed this statement.

The Italian notes for men are indeed from the first generation.

"It's exactly the same as the document he signed at the base back then."

As for the ugly Chinese characters, that may be because I just arrived.

And the owner of this female handwriting...

"Sorry to disappoint you, stupid Tsuna."

The world's number one killer, who had long served as the ninth generation's advisor, slowly turned the screen:

After all, she had spent several summer vacations in Vongola. As the former leader's intended daughter-in-law, Suzuki Sonoko enjoyed all the necessary entertainment activities while staying in the Vongola manor. She also often wrote during that time and left behind a lot of detailed notes.

It even included a book of summer homework she forgot to bring back to Japan when she was nine years old.

Because she spent most of her time with Sansas, even the storage permissions of this summer homework were at the same level as those of the Chief's Son and Varian BOSS.

Several years have passed, and not only have the images not been deleted, but data repairs are also performed regularly to ensure that the images are always 1080P.

——The ninth generation was still thinking about letting the daughter of the Suzuki family marry his son at that time. If it really happened in the end, these would all be beautiful memories. As an old father, he could be said to be worried about his son.

The big devil picked up the letter with the rose drawn on it, held it lightly next to the flip screen, and demonstrated to everyone clearly what direct comparison meant.

Unfortunately, they look pretty much the same.

"Look... like the front and back pages of a notebook."

Even though he couldn't understand Italian and was struggling with Chinese characters, Yato was certain: "These two things were clearly written by the same person!"

“That’s the problem.”

Reborn raised the tablet on his left hand and said, "I can guarantee with 100% certainty that this letter was written by thirteen-year-old Suzuki Sonoko. It's a congratulatory letter she wrote to the Ninth Generation on the occasion of Sicily's anniversary. It bears both the seals of President Suzuki and herself."

The next page of the congratulatory letter was a love poem she had copied in Italian after she had mastered foreign language skills.

“So this one.”

The talking baby shook the rose letter paper on the right hand side again: Compared with the 1080P love poem picture that appeared on the screen, this is more than just a [general feeling of similarity].

The font, the content, the habit of leaving blank lines—even the rose drawn in the corner of the paper—are all exactly the same.

Hahaha.

"What kind of past and present life is this..."

The future boss, who was close to a crash, was scratching his head in worry: "Could it be that people in past and present lives not only have similar faces, but also have the same handwriting?"

"And this habit of drawing roses on the corners of letters—"

Tsunayoshi was so mad that he seemed to have forgotten that these things were actually cultural relics. He wanted to grab the letter paper and pick at the pattern. "Is this thing also hereditary?!"

“Tsk.”

The smacking sound came from his tutor, Reborn.

The other party rudely knocked him on the back of the head and said disdainfully, "You are the future boss after all. Hurry up and learn Italian for me, and stop making such illiterate remarks in the future."

"The theme of this poem itself is to use roses as a metaphor for love, describing a young rose slowly blooming in a man's palm. Painting a rose is very appropriate for the occasion."

——According to their previous habits, if this was a formal love letter, then adding some paint and color would not be excessive.

Because the poem is about pink roses, there is also a matching perfume that can be sprinkled on the letter paper.

Sawada Tsunayoshi: ...

Sawada Tsunayoshi: "Before you attack me personally, can you please listen to what I have to say? The point is clearly why this is Suzuki Sonoko's handwriting, right?"

"Has she not changed her writing habits in two lifetimes?"

Because he was howling too excitedly, he seemed to be so bold as to shout at the tutor.

As expected, he was beaten again.

On the other side of the noise, the fox demon, who didn't care about the attribute of "Vongola's artifacts" at all (in fact, he didn't even care about the makers of these artifacts), naturally shook out the letters and picked out the parts filled with Chinese characters.

He went through them word by word, his expression calm and without a trace of anxiety. He just folded them one by one, and then put them all into his arms slowly and methodically with the same expression and movements as Yato just now.

And Yato himself——

——He had forgotten that [there was probably a whole stack of Ziyuanzi's handwritten love poems in front of him] and fell into a state of unspeakable contemplation.

At the beginning, Yato accidentally took Ichigo Kurosaki as a living being to use as a divine weapon. Not only could he not release Ichigo, but because of the latter's entanglement with the Soul Society, he had to accompany him on the front line of the battle with the Seireitei for many years.

He still remembered that the first big thing Kuronet did after becoming a divine weapon was to go to Soul Society to rob the execution ground.

But when they passed through the gate, they lost the garden.

She had clearly fallen through the gate and should have reached Soul Society directly, but due to an accident she was stranded for many days. With the help of the treacherous store manager, she successfully arrived in Soul Society wearing a strange outfit (mainly a man's haori).

"maybe……"

The War God, holding his chin, opened his lips slightly and said, "That's Sonoko herself."

"What the hell?"

Sawada Tsunayoshi, whose head was stepped on by the baby, interrupted fiercely.

"Are you saying that the current Suzuki Sonoko traveled through time to have sex with my great-great-great-grandfather?!"

This question remains unanswered.

Because Yato's logic is so smooth, he came to a conclusion:

If Sonoko arrived accidentally four hundred years ago when he went to Soul Society, then compared to this white-haired fox who always says "I've been here four hundred years XXX" - he was the one who came first!

The more Yato thought about it, the brighter his expression became, until even his blue eyes seemed to be glowing.

"Did you hear that, Fox?"

He even went a step further and waved across the table: "As far as Yuanzi's life experience is concerned, first come first served, I'm the one who came first!"

However, compared to his provocative behavior, even the only basis of their relationship that seemed worthy of praise suddenly disappeared because of this possibility, but Tomoe's aura became strangely calm.

Compared to the calmness he had shown when he was checking the love letter just now, at this moment, there was even more liveliness in the fox demon's eyes.

The ripples continued to spread in the depths of his pupils, like the surface of a lake that was quickly touched by a dragonfly after the rain.

Bawei was silent for a long time and did not respond.

On the contrary, Sawada Tsunayoshi could not accept it at all.

"Calm down, Yokai-kun!"

Not only did he ignore the Great Demon King's warning to "shut up," he even nearly went up to the demon fox and clung to its shoulders, "Why did you so easily believe such unfounded speculation?!"

After saying that, the tenth generation reflexively wanted to pull Rambo out from beside his feet.

After he missed the target, he remembered that there was an emergency today. Rambo and Yiping were taken to the park by their mother and were not running around at his feet.

So Sawada-kun reluctantly made a gesture, drawing a long line.

"We have a prop there called the Ten Year Bazooka."

He swallowed hard. "But a ten-year rocket launcher only lasts ten years, and each burst lasts only five minutes—this one lasts hundreds of years. Is that even possible?!"

"Nothing is impossible."

Because the logic was right, Yato-kun was so happy that if he wasn't squatting on the steps with his feet on the ground, his legs would have been shaking uncontrollably.

Although he didn't hum a song, pink flowers were floating all over his body. After hearing the brown-haired boy's shocked three questions, he even picked his fingers idly before puffing one cheek and answering him:

"I actually know a few places where you can travel back hundreds of years in time. Come to think of it, I went to the garden a few days ago and took a walk through the past five hundred years. Even that girl's boyfriend was found five hundred years ago."

“Is this difficult?

What he said was so matter-of-fact that Sawada Tsunayoshi didn't know how to complain for a moment, so he subconsciously looked at his tutor.

Reborn gave him a look that said, "Why are you blaming others when you have such limited knowledge?" and let him figure it out for himself.

Sawada Tsunayoshi couldn't understand it, so he continued to go crazy.

——Is time travel really that simple?

And there is Suzuki Sonoko.

He was shocked: She traveled through time for five hundred years at will and talked about it as if it were a trip. Is she sick?

Although he didn't say it out loud, Mr. Rabbit, who is easy to see through in a sense, has such questions written all over his face.

“Oh, that’s right…”

Yato supported his chin and tilted his head. He had never thought about it carefully from the beginning. If the time when he accidentally entered the gate of Soul Society was an accident, why did Sonoko insist on traveling through time a second and third time?

He seemed to have asked a similar question unintentionally, but how did Sonoko answer at that time?

[Because I have something to do]

Who would have the time to travel so far?

Apart from that, Yato subconsciously glanced at the silent fox: Apart from that, Sonoko never seemed to say anything specific, all she had were "somethings".

As time goes by, fate becomes a certainty. There is no reason to try again and again. What makes people unable to stop trying again and again is probably because of human beings.

——At least in movies, the protagonists travel through time for the sake of people.

After Sonoko came back from Soul Society, she kept wanting to go back to the Warring States Period. Was it also to look for someone?

Thinking of this, he first looked at the scattered calligraphy pieces on the ground, staring blankly for a while, and then he couldn't help but look at the silent fox demon, and strangely felt a little bit of sympathy that was hard to describe.

Yato hugged his knees with his hands, pressed his cheek against them and rubbed them, and asked himself softly:

"Who is Sonoko looking for?"

The author has something to say: There is another chapter later.

The story related to Vongola is in Chapter 50. If you have forgotten, you are welcome to review it. Nanami’s role is also in that chapter.

I keep mentioning Giotto's ugly handwriting just for this day.