【He is the supreme gambler.】
[——"The Tenth Generation Vongola Observation Diary"]
Tsunayoshi Sawada has passed away.
He had never felt this so clearly.
He had rehearsed death countless times since he met his teacher as a child.
At the beginning, in order to inspire his fighting spirit, the tutor who came from across the ocean brought a special bullet called "Death Bullet" and changed him from a timid and cowardly child into Sawada Tsunayoshi who was perhaps not so timid and cowardly.
Therefore, when he went to the banquet hosted by Byakuran Jesso and saw bullets penetrate his chest and bloom blood-stained flowers in front of his black suit, Tsunayoshi Sawada felt unusually calm.
It was just death...just his death.
As long as he planned it properly, according to his plan, it would only be a temporary death, so that he could win back the world, his teacher, and the people who died in this meaningless war.
A very good deal.
However, perhaps because of the training he received from his tutor since childhood, he was accustomed to the existence of the "Death Bullet". At the moment of falling, countless past events flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern, and finally, he condensed into one thought with regret and regret.
[It would be nice if... 】
——Even though he had made sufficient preparations, at the moment of death, some regrets still emerged in his mind.
It would be nice if it were that way.
He thought so, just like what had appeared in his mind countless times when he was hit by the tutor's death bullet.
then.
"So, do you want to try to resurrect?"
In the expected darkness, unexpectedly, a voice asked.
Sawada Tsunayoshi lowered his eyes and thought for a while, but did not answer the question directly.
The young man with short brown hair subconsciously touched the ring in his hand, only to realize belatedly that he had already destroyed it.
He lowered his eyes to look at the missing part of his hand and sneered at himself.
"If I accept, what will it cost me?"
he asked.
…
…
That's exactly why.
Tsunayoshi Sawada, male, 24 years old this year, would be a young man who has just left college and started his career in society in the normal world, but he has already become a dragon in the inner world of Italy, a person who can stop children from crying at night.
Now, I am huddled under a pile of sand, wondering how things have developed to this point.
Yes, he was in the dark and made a deal with the gang that called themselves "World Consciousness".
According to the other party, he has been tied to something called the "White Moonlight System". As long as he can complete the task and accumulate a certain amount of "White Moonlight Value", he will be able to be resurrected.
This is a deal that sounds beyond common sense.
However, as a member of the cube of seven, the godfather of the back world who possesses the superpower called "Flame of Death", Sawada Tsunayoshi, after making a double judgment with reason and super intuition, chose to believe in the other party.
There is no way, because he is already dead.
And that guy really seems to be world consciousness...it even uses my mother's voice, how can anyone reject it?
He thought with a rare sense of disappointment.
Since you are already dead, you can only follow the rules of the afterlife.
However...
The Godfather moved his left ear slightly, and in the silence he heard a very subtle sound, like something was slowly pushing and pulling - like the sound of a bullet being loaded.
He refocused his mind on himself, and his body arched like a cheetah. The next moment, he rolled behind a tree.
On the other side, at the place where he had been hiding, bullets had already exploded there with the sound of gunfire.
Tsunayoshi Sawada tightly gripped the black gun in his hand. As he felt the familiar texture in his hand, the battle memories that were deeply engraved in his bones also awakened in his body.
He exhaled slowly, and his hesitant eyes temporarily became firm.
——In short, even though I don’t know what happened, I’ll just survive.
At the same time, a mountain away from where Sawada Tsunayoshi was.
Several red and blue tents stand on the top of the mountain.
There were burly men in special combat uniforms holding up binoculars to look at the scenery and fish, while others sat in tents dutifully observing the battle.
"This class of rookies is no good."
Someone was picking his teeth, making a picky sound.
In front of him, a screen covering an entire wall faithfully projected the figures of countless people dressed similarly to Tsunayoshi Sawada.
This selection training has already started for some time, so he has already seen the various actions of the "newbies".
Some familiar people gathered together to fight as a group, while others were skilled and brave enough to fight alone between the camps. And here...
The bored instructor saw on the screen that the boy, who was originally in the position of "prey", reversed the situation in less than two minutes, packed up the enemies who attacked him, and then swiftly looted the "enemies'" weapons and food, leaving not a single needle or thread for the enemy.
He changed his posture and observed with interest.
The young man on the screen seemed to think briefly, then he stripped off the coats of his unconscious opponents who were tied up by him, and scraped off their vests with the labels of their factions.
Then exchange the other person's with your own.
Although he looked clumsy and accidentally dropped his vest on the ground, he managed to dress himself up as a rival player.
"This guy..."
The instructor touched his chin, a smile on his face that could not be stopped. He flipped through the roster and found this guy's name.
"Sawada... Tsunayoshi?"
…
Tsunayoshi Sawada had no idea that he was being watched through a camera.
He intuitively felt that someone was watching him. Whether it was his years of fighting habits or his super intuition, it was clamoring to remind him.
On the other hand, this gaze didn't seem malicious, but rather a kind of scrutiny, just like the graduation exam he took after completing his studies at the Mafia Academy.
Oh wait…
The young man, whose body was restored to an earlier time by the world consciousness, thought for a moment and looked again at the guy who was killed by him and then tied up.
With this kind of physique, muscle development, short hair and gun coils in his hands... he looks like a rookie fresh out of the military academy.
After a little thought, he confiscated the opponent's weapon, and after checking the bullets, he found that they were not normal bullets.
Although there are some differences, the Godfather, who has been dealing with special bullets for almost ten years because of his tutoring, can tell the difference between ordinary bullets and special bullets at a glance.
Tsunayoshi Sawada came to a conclusion.
He thought for a while, then exchanged his vest, which was obviously used to distinguish the camps, with that of one of the others. Then he put away the weapons he had collected, hesitated for a moment, and smiled shyly in a certain direction.
The next moment, a gunshot was heard and the screen in this area went completely black.
"Did anyone tell these little bastards not to destroy the surveillance? This stuff is super expensive!!"
——From the other side of the valley, the instructor’s heart-wrenching cry was heard.
Sawada Tsunayoshi had no idea what was happening far away.
He galloped cautiously through the wilderness. It had been a long time since the Godfather of the Italian underworld had moved through it so wildly. Fortunately, the skills taught by his strict tutor were still there, and along with the heart-wrenching punishment, they were remembered in the leader's blood, allowing him to carry out this action.
The task now is... to win this game.
In the darkness, there seemed to be a flash of light like fire for a moment. It was the raging fire of a lion on the eve of hunting.
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…
A few days later.
"Congratulations on your victory."
After returning from the training ground, Tsunayoshi Sawada gradually figured out who he was in this world. He stood in the instructor's office and tried hard to manage his face.
Yes, he did win, which is a very happy thing.
Tsunayoshi Sawada thought, try your best not to let the tears in your heart show - the last time this happened, he was almost shot by his tutor.
But, however, even if the time and space do not exist... is it really not a bad taste for the world consciousness to let him, a Mafia leader, become a graduating student of the Japanese police? Is it Yamamoto Takeshi?
When he thought about his experiences of getting along with a group of future Japanese policemen these days, the former mafia leader could not help but hug himself tremblingly under the policemen's fierce gazes, with a terrible premonition that he would be arrested by these policemen and end his mission early.
Apparently, the instructor sitting opposite him didn't notice that his facial expression was on the verge of getting out of control; he had more important things in his mind.
The instructor, whose face was not very kind, hesitated for a while, raised his head, and found that the guy he was worried about had a dazed look on his face, as if he was in a daze.
He couldn't help but lift up the document in his hand and pat the other person.
"Okay," seeing that the opponent was about to jump up like a rabbit, the instructor couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth, and then ironed it seriously.
"This is a secret mission... You have the right to choose to give up, but for the future of Japan, I suggest you think carefully before making your choice."
His tone was so serious that Sawada Tsunayoshi couldn't help but frown.
The leader took the document from the other party and couldn't help but breathe easier when he opened it.
Pupil! Eyes! Earthquake!
Wait, wait, wait, he originally thought that letting him be a policeman was outrageous enough. How could someone let a mafia be a policeman and then let him go undercover in another organization... This is too accurate!!!
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