Although he has lived in the world of ordinary people since he was a child, and was raised by an ordinary mother, and gradually developed a soft and even cowardly character, he has finally become the leader of the gang. In battles, negotiations, and other occasions where he needs to stand up, Sawada Tsunayoshi is dignified and indifferent, with the aura of the "Tenth Generation of Vongola".
Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to blend in with similar groups, such as wineries or port mafia.
But on the other hand, paradoxically, this person has a soft side that is so gentle that it makes people laugh.
I don't know if it's the influence of his mother or if it's just his nature, but the creature named Sawada Tsunayoshi is a mature and elegant lion when facing foreign enemies, guarding his territory recklessly.
But when facing family and friends... this male lion will lower his proud head, lie down like a lion cub, and even roll over and expose his soft belly in front of people.
But only in front of familiar, trusted partners and family with whom they have strong ties.
Therefore, although I knew that he had this side, it was only revealed to me a few times.
Verlaine's anger was calmed.
He sat on the single sofa, looking at his younger brother sleeping at one end of the long sofa. His cobalt blue eyes were deep, and no one knew what he was thinking.
Compared to his two "brothers", Verlaine is actually much more unfamiliar with the concept of being a human being. Even the emotions he feels now, such as anger and joy, only gradually developed after getting along with his important "family members".
So, that being said, he was probably a little overwhelmed.
When Rimbaud came out of the bedroom, he saw Verlaine staring at his two younger brothers with a serious face, as if the world's problems were waiting for him to solve.
The Frenchman with long black hair tilted his head, thought for a moment, and based on his familiarity with Verlaine, he guessed what the other person was thinking, so his expression softened a little.
He had wanted to personally teach Verlaine the emotions and bonds that only a human could understand, and now, the heartless and emotionless god was finally able to understand a little.
Thinking of this, the man's mood subtly improved.
…
Not knowing what the adults in the room were thinking, when Tsunayoshi Sawada woke up and saw Verlaine sitting across from him, he was actually startled.
He didn't remember what he did when he was half asleep, but he knew that Weilaine had come back. When he suddenly saw his serious face, he felt a little guilty.
I haven’t figured out how to fool you yet, oh no, how to explain it to you.
——The brown-haired young man thought so, trying his best not to turn his expression into a frightened SOS face.
He carefully observed Weilan's facial expression. Although the King of Assassination had strong self-control, the tenth generation of Vongola was not jealous. He looked around... Eh, it seems that nothing happened?
Sawada Tsunayoshi couldn't help but wonder if Nakahara Chuuya had fooled him.
For example, Verlaine was just passing by and had no idea what happened to him.
But if you think about it with your toes, you will know that this is impossible.
Apart from anything else, he disappeared from this world for not just a day or an hour, but almost a whole month.
After knowing his disappearance, even if the Port Mafia didn't tell others, Nakahara Chuuya would definitely tell Weilan... Even the latter would inform the other party of the subordinates he had planted after learning about his kidnapping by the Port Mafia a few years ago.
So why did Verlaine appear to be indifferent?
Tsunayoshi Sawada was puzzled, so he asked questions and turned to Rimbaud for help, hoping to get an answer.
——And then he received the expected mysterious smile that revealed nothing.
It is rare for young people to experience some setbacks.
After dinner, Weilun called him out alone. Sawada Tsunayoshi, who had been eating absent-mindedly, finally perked up a little and thought to himself that she had finally arrived.
He didn't know what was going to happen. According to the vicious Nakahara Chuuya, Weilan should beat him up - it would be best if it wasn't a mutual fight, but a one-sided one, like rolling up his sleeves and spanking a kid.
Although this did not happen, and although Verlaine seemed to have learned some common sense of human beings, he seemed not to have learned this kind of thing, but Sawada Tsunayoshi still couldn't help but touch his butt.
You should, you shouldn't be beaten.
He thought sadly, but if this was the case and Weilan insisted on beating him... Although it would be embarrassing, Tsunayoshi Sawada seemed to have no reason to resist.
After all, it was me who did something wrong and made my family worry about me, so it was expected that my brother would punish me with his iron fist.
——What a ghost.
He is an adult after all, okay? Even Reborn has never been spanked in public...right?
Because the tutor had done this so many times, Tsunayoshi Sawada couldn't even say this with a clear conscience when he thought of this.
No, if there was such a shameful history he would never forget it, so such a thing must not exist!
Thinking of this, the Godfather couldn't help but let out a breath.
He followed Verlaine cautiously, talking to him casually, sharing their experiences during the time they were apart as they did in the past - including his trip to another "world", and he relaxed unconsciously.
After a while, the two of them arrived at their destination.
Like Weilan and Nakahara Chuuya, he is familiar with the port mafia's hospital.
But this time he took Sawada Tsunayoshi to another hospital. His fluent French made it easy for Sawada Tsunayoshi to guess that the person was probably Verlaine's connection.
The brown-haired Godfather stood at the door of the hospital, typing a question mark carefully and doubtfully.
"What is this...?"
Then, Weilun threw him into the hospital for examination without saying a word.
Tsunayoshi Sawada:?
He felt that there was really nothing wrong with him, but now he was the one who was at fault in this situation, so he could only accept the situation without knowing why.
When I left the examination room, I saw Weilan's serious expression.
The Godfather's heart skipped a beat.
"Maybe I have some terminal disease?" he joked.
Verlaine glanced at him.
"For us, as human creations, there is no such thing as weakness."
Sawada Tsunayoshi: …
That’s true.
But he still adheres to his habit of treating himself as an individual.
The brown-haired young man twitched his lips and asked as if nothing had happened, "What are you looking at? You look very serious."
Verlaine, still looking serious, like a giant Bengal cat, corrected his title first.
"You should call me 'brother', Tsunayoshi." Then he paused and answered his question, "I'm watching the forum of the port mafia."
Wait, what forum?
My brother, do you remember who was the guy who threatened the port mafia leader's family a few days ago?
Complaints flashed through his mind, but Sawada Tsunayoshi found the key point of the sentence in the blink of an eye.
If you look at the forum of the port mafia, that is to say...
"That's right, have you thought about how to make an excuse?" He turned over the phone, and Sawada Tsunayoshi felt a big drop of cold sweat running down his cheek.
He saw the text on Verlaine's phone.
Sawada Tsunayoshi: “What is this?”
He raised his eyes and met Weilan's serious cobalt blue eyes.
"Is this the relationship between you and the kid from the port mafia?"
——On Weilun’s phone, in the Port Mafia forum, the post with the word [explosion] floating on it was not about the return and fall of the Port Mafia’s number two figure, but rather…
[Surprise! The Crown Prince and the unspeakable relationship are exposed ~ YOU JUMP I JUMP, the reason for the late night love suicide is...]
The big cat-like brother approaches Sawada Tsunayoshi.
"Is this your rebellious phase, Tsunayoshi?" he asked sincerely, "Do you need your brother to kill that brat so that he will stay with you forever and never betray you?"
Seriously...said such terrible words seriously, my brother! !
…
After finally persuading Weilun, who had become somewhat strange because of what he had watched recently, Tsunayoshi Sawada could not feel at ease facing his brother who remained silent.
To be honest, he thought Verlaine would be angry. In the half-asleep state, although he could no longer remember the exact scene, he could still remember the cold breath coming from Verlaine.
It was a coldness that would wake anyone up immediately.
Tsunayoshi Sawada hesitated, not knowing what to say for a moment.
The two brothers walked home one after the other, and no one spoke.
After a while, Wei Laila suddenly spoke.
"Chuuya, let me give you a good scolding." He sold out one brother in front of the other without mercy.
His cobalt blue eyes turned his head slightly, and he saw the look of surprise on the brown-haired young man's face, which made him laugh.
This is an emotion unique to humans that the creature named Verlaine has never experienced in the past few decades of his life. Verlaine feels this emotion but also feels a little confused.
He suppressed his doubts for the moment, waved his hand, and called his brown brother, who still looked like a little child, to his front.
When he was not paying attention, the child who was very thin when he found him had grown up.
Even Verlaine had a strange feeling.
It feels like you planted a seed in a barren land, cared for it carefully, taught it patiently, and knew that it would grow. But when it grows up, you will have a wonderful feeling.
The books he had read on rules for caring for younger brothers had not yet described this kind of joyful yet somewhat sour emotion, and it was difficult to understand given Weilun's inhuman way of thinking, so he simply attributed it to the unique feeling of being an older brother - which made him strangely feel a little more proud.
Sawada Tsunayoshi paused and made a note of Nakahara Chuuya in the little notebook in his heart.
Then he dawdled until he was in front of Weilan.
The other person had one hand in his pocket. Although he didn't care, neither Rimbaud nor the government would tolerate him wearing shabby clothes, so he wore a haute couture suit that was obviously expensive at first glance, which created a handsome curve in the wind.
The man had a gentle expression, and had nothing to do with the so-called "Assassination King" or "God". He looked just like an ordinary human being.
Tsunayoshi Sawada moved closer and felt something hit his forehead hard, and he couldn't help but cry out in pain.
"pain……"
He covered his forehead, raised his head, and saw the Assassin King's cobalt blue eyes that were like bright gems.
I couldn't help but sigh.
"I know," he said, "I was wrong...I won't do it again next time, okay?"
Verlaine raised an eyebrow.
So Sawada Tsunayoshi could only continue speaking.
"You won't do that this time...you won't care about your own safety...I just happened to be in that situation."
Of course he knew he was wrong, Sawada Tsunayoshi thought. He suddenly disappeared and reappeared, and fell straight down from such a high altitude. If he were seeing other people like him, he would definitely be angry.
So he lowered his brows, showing a gentle attitude, and carefully shook Weilan's sleeve, looking at him as if he was being coquettish.
I don't know when a light drizzle started to fall from the sky. It wasn't heavy, but just fine and dense raindrops that hit my body softly, and soon soaked a corner of my clothes.
Verlaine looked at him, a puzzled expression on his face.
"Verlaine?"
Tsunayoshi Sawada thought it was a bit silly to leave them alone on the street, so he called out to the other person.
The man, who didn't know what he was thinking, pressed his hat and reiterated, "Call me brother."
But it looks like it was raised high and then put down gently.
Tsunayoshi Sawada looked around and dragged Weilan into the nearest convenience store.
He took his brother to a convenience store with the air-conditioner on and bought a transparent umbrella. There happened to be a sale going on recently and they were selling a joint model with O'Mall, but it was so popular that only one was left.
So, a Transcendent and a Mafia leader, holding an umbrella with a fat Ultraman figure printed on it, walked slowly towards their common home in the drizzling rain, each with half of their body exposed.
The two people at home were still there. Zhong Yuanzhong, who was lying on the sofa watching TV, glanced at them casually, then jumped up and cursed, saying, "Did you go out in the rain and step in puddles on this day?" At the same time, he controlled the clean towel and pressed it on the heads of the two idiots, and his hands started to work like some kind of automatic head-rubbing machine.
The Godfather thought that at least he still had the authority of an older brother, so he just raised his hand to take the towel, but he withdrew his claws under the fierce glare of Nakahara Chuuya who was obviously still angry with him.
"You're so fierce, Chuuya."
And muttered softly.
"Huh? Who is the reason why I'm so fierce?" Nakahara Chuuya laughed, and the hand in charge of Sawada Tsunayoshi rubbed and rubbed again and again without mercy, until the man became dizzy and turned to beg for mercy before he was ready to let go.
Looking at the two of them, Rimbaud thought for a moment, and like magic, brought out two bowls of ginger tea from the kitchen - quick-mixed drinks bought from a convenience store. After Nakahara pushed the two guys to the shower room to take a shower, he placed the tea on the table in due course.
With a towel on his head, Tsunayoshi Sawada finished a large bowl of soup with a bitter look on his face. He looked up and saw Nakahara Chuuya with an awkward expression.
He looked puzzled.
The other party muttered a few words.
Sawada Tsunayoshi: “What?”
The ochre-haired young man clicked his tongue.
"I say, are you an idiot?" he commented bluntly.
Sawada Tsunayoshi holding a cup of ginger tea: ...Huh?
Then he heard the ochre-haired young man scolding him like an elementary school student for being too worrying, and as he spoke he sounded like he was about to cry.
Sawada Tsunayoshi was a little flustered. After all, he had watched Nakahara Chuuya grow up, and it was very rare for him to see him in this state. He immediately didn't know what to do.
"I know that you, like Weilun, have no attachment to this world." Nakahara Chuuya said, lowering his eyes slightly, revealing a bit of loneliness. "As experimental subjects of superpowers, it is difficult for us to find a sense of identity in this world. I know this feeling."
He raised his eyes, and his cobalt blue pupils, which were the same as Verlaine's, were filled with a brilliance as bright as the starry sky.
"But at least take care of yourself... Are you stupid?"
Sawada Tsunayoshi blinked, hummed twice, and didn't know how to refute.
Nakahara Chuuya lowered his eyes.
He originally thought that only the Verlaine family would be like a dummy... After all, three of the four people in their family were products of the laboratory. As gods and programs, they theoretically did not have human emotions.
But they happen to have human appearance, mingle among humans, and become one of the millions of humans.
Even Verlaine, who said when they first met that he wanted to sever all his ties and go on a trip with only his brothers, gradually acquired the warmth of "humanity" under the influence of Tsunayoshi Sawada and the guidance of Rimbaud.
Nakahara Chuuya once believed that among the three brothers, Sawada Tsunayoshi was the closest to "humanity".
After all, even he himself looked up to Tsunayoshi Sawada and learned from him to become a human being.
But now he was wavering again.
So he put his hands on the table, and stared at Sawada Tsunayoshi with his cobalt blue eyes, not prepared to miss any change in the other's expression.
But those hurtful words still could not be said. In the end, all I could say was a weak "Are you an idiot?"
Sawada Tsunayoshi was stunned for a moment.
He blinked, reached out his hand, and touched Nakahara Chuuya, whose fur was standing up like a small animal.
"I'm sorry, Chuuya." He said apologetically, "I'm sorry to have made you worry."
Nakahara Chuuya seemed to finally be unable to bear it anymore and grabbed his collar with one hand.
"That's not what I'm talking about." He said viciously, word by word, "What I mean is, have you ever thought about the consequences of getting hurt?"
——It would be fine if you just get through it this time, but what if you get injured or even die next time, or the time after that?
You don't think about these things.
Have you ever thought about this, since you are like a god and regard your own death as nothing?
…
Tsunayoshi Sawada fled in panic.
He and Nakahara Chuuya stared at each other for a long time without uttering a word. Finally, he took advantage of the other party's carelessness to flee and ran to the roof of their house.
I don't know if Nakahara Chuuya was shy as well, so he didn't follow. Only Sawada Tsunayoshi was squatting on the roof like a vigilant lion, looking around as if he was afraid that another Chuuya would appear somewhere.
He couldn't help but sigh.
Of course he knew what Chuuya meant...he was very afraid of death.
He could still feel some pain when the bullet penetrated his body, and death was not an instantaneous thing. He could also feel the blood draining from his body. His vision gradually blurred, but he could still make out that the guy who shot him was walking towards him in white leather shoes.
[“What a pity, Tsunayoshi-kun.”] He even remembered the other person’s cold and indifferent voice, echoing arrogantly in his ears, [“I thought we could be good friends.”]
——What a pity, he thought it would be the same feeling as before, when Reborn shot the death bullet at him and the bullet penetrated his body.
But it hurts...
When you taught me, being shot didn't hurt this much.
【Reborn. 】
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