To be honest, Sawada Tsunayoshi had thought about what it would be like to meet Reborn again.
After all, they were once master and disciple who were separated by death. Even if Reborn would be angry because of him, Sawada Tsunayoshi thought that when he saw him, he would probably still cry shamefully.
Maybe he would throw himself on the other person like he did when he was a teenager. Even though he was many times bigger than the other person, he would still hug the small tutor like he did before even if he fell to the ground.
Although my body shape has changed now, but if it is a hug, this posture can hug the tutor like never before.
When Yamamoto Takeshi said that Reborn had also arrived, Sawada Tsunayoshi even felt his breathing and heartbeat slow down.
Time seemed to stretch out infinitely long when he looked at Reborn. His half-dead heart gradually came alive, and even the dull colors in his vision became bright again because of the presence of his teacher.
Then I heard a familiar greeting from the other party.
—“ciaos.”
Tsunayoshi Sawada was almost crying, and his eyes turned into the shape of cute fried eggs.
Then he was abruptly blocked by Reborn's words.
He dived into the sand pile (in Yamamoto Takeshi's arms).
"How long are you going to embarrass yourself?"
——Reborn's mocking tone came to my ears.
Sawada Tsunayoshi raised his head reluctantly.
"What does it matter? Aren't you happy too, little baby?"
I could clearly feel the vibration of the young man's chest.
Before Sawada Tsunayoshi could raise his head, Yamamoto Takeshi held him down first—his strength was very gentle, and it was a strength that was completely inconsistent with the title of "Swordsman of Vongola".
Sawada Tsunayoshi was held in his arms, his ears filled with the other's usual cheerful voice. The young man turned sideways and let Mouri Ran and Edogawa Conan, who were still standing outside the door, enter the room first.
Surprisingly, Reborn did not refute what he was told was very happy.
He just clicked his hat and watched the two ordinary people who seemed a little at a loss walking past him, but his eyes were always fixed on his disciple who still had his back to him.
It became...Arcobaleno.
The iron-blooded tutor lowered his head and hid his expression with the brim of his hat.
…
"So that's how it is. You are Tsunayoshi-kun's family."
Dr. Agasa sat on the sofa and saw how close Sawada Tsunayoshi was to these two people, and his doubts were finally put to rest.
He scratched his head. He originally thought that Tsukikichi was in the same situation as Shinichi - after all, young people might not know, but Professor Agasa, who particularly likes children, knows what kids of this age are like - but since the other party's family has come to the door and does not seem surprised by Sawada Tsukikichi's behavior, it means that this is how he is on weekdays.
and……
His eyes fell on the little black baby sitting on the other side of the black-haired young man, and he couldn't help but sigh.
"And I never thought that the famous Dr. Ripplin was Tsunayoshi's teacher."
As a person in the scientific research circle, he had of course long known the name of this doctor who enjoyed a high reputation in the international academic circle.
I just didn’t expect him to look like this… What is this, dwarfism?
The doctor, who is very keen on scientific research, fell into deep thought.
Seeing that the atmosphere was beginning to grow cold, Mao Lilan turned aside and started chatting with Yamamoto Takeshi who was not far away.
Conan Edogawa, who was always very energetic, stopped talking at this moment. He shrank into a corner with a scary and solemn look on his face.
It’s not good…it’s really not good.
He couldn't help biting his nails. In his ears he heard the laughter of Lan and the dangerous man. On the other side, Dr. Agasa, who had come to his senses, started a new round of conversation.
No one noticed anything wrong.
Obviously, they are two dangerous people... and one of them happens to be the size of a baby.
As for dwarfism, Kudo Shinichi has come across it before, but generally speaking, even dwarfism would not result in such a body shape... Rather than a pathological reason, Kudo Shinichi, who had personally experienced the shrinking from an adult to a child, would rather suspect that the other party became what he is now for the same reason as himself - or at least a similar reason.
Damn, is that organization?
If so, what is the relationship between these three people - including Sawada Tsunayoshi, whom he had a good impression of before - and the Black Organization?
It doesn't matter if they are enemies, but if they are from the Black Organization, what is their purpose in approaching the Doctor? Could it be that he has already...
Thoughts were racing in his mind. Even though his thinking was much quicker than that of ordinary people, he was still a child after all. Under the impact of the racing thoughts in his mind, Edogawa Conan's expression suddenly turned pale.
"Conan-kun?"
A brown-haired cub called out to him worriedly.
Conan Edogawa suddenly raised his head and realized that he was sweating profusely.
The brown-haired cub, whom he regarded as a ferocious beast, was sitting not far away. The scary young man who was probably carrying a sword or something on his back also looked over. When his eyes met his, he was stunned for a moment, then he smiled heartily.
Is this kind of person also a member of that organization?
If so...
He felt terrified.
Conan Edogawa couldn't help but grab his own shorts.
Sawada Tsunayoshi looked at him worriedly, then looked at Yamamoto Takeshi, and the two friends let him go with complete tacit understanding. The brown-haired cub hopped to the side of Edogawa Conan in two or three steps, stood on tiptoe, and touched the other's head.
The boy suddenly widened his eyes and looked at the brown-haired baby. In the baby's clear brown pupils, he could only see the boundless sky.
"You..." He lowered his voice, hesitating to speak.
The adults, who were particularly considerate at this time, had already skillfully started chatting with others when the leader jumped away, and their laughter was just enough to cover up the children's (wrong) whispers, so Edogawa Conan hesitated for a moment and pinched the fingers of Sawada Tsuneyoshi who was retracting his claws.
"Are you a bad guy?" he asked, his questioning tone filled with the innocence of a child.
Sawada Tsunayoshi blinked and hummed, seeing the boy's expression that was so nervous that he was sweating.
"Yes." He whispered, "I am the boss of the Mafia."
Edogawa Conan: ...
He looked at the cub standing on the sofa who was not even as tall as him. His pupils, which had been flashing with nervousness and vigilance, turned into half-moon eyes and he laughed "Haha" twice in a very stiff manner.
"Really?" Mr. Detective said word by word like a supporting actor, "That's really super-powerful."
"Ah! I remember now!" Just when Edogawa Conan said this, Mao Lilan, who had been thinking hard about something, finally slapped her head and looked at Yamamoto Takeshi in surprise, "You are Yamamoto Takeshi... the winner of the baseball grand slam, the super-powerful player Yamamoto!"
"Eh? Is that the famous player Yamamoto?"
Dr. Agasa also made a sound of surprise, "But isn't he dead?"
"No, Doctor, you are remembering another Mr. Yamamoto." Mao Lilan quickly took out her mobile phone and typed in Yamamoto Takeshi's name. Sure enough, she quickly found the other party's Wikipedia and read it out, "... He was spotted by the team in junior high school, and had already stepped half a foot into the professional field in high school. After graduation, he led the local team to become the best in Japan. He is the youngest Grand Slam winner..."
It sounds like a brilliant and wonderful life.
Conan Edogawa listened to Yamamoto Takeshi's information with his ears tilted, and his uneasy heart was relieved a lot.
If it were a baseball player, the murderous aura he felt would probably be...
Mao Lilan called up a video of "Knight Yamamoto cut (heart)". The boy on the mobile phone screen was much younger than the current Yamamoto Takeshi, but it was obvious that he had a continuous relationship with the current young man.
In the video, the opponent was holding a baseball bat, exuding an even more murderous aura than he does now, and threw the ball in his hand.
Edogawa Conan looked at the black-haired young man.
"So, what's on big brother's back?"
The black-haired young man blinked and took out the baseball bat wrapped in blue cloth.
"Are you talking about this?" He smiled and touched his head. "Haha, even though I've retired, I still can't seem to get rid of the habit of carrying a baseball bat with me."
The boy, who once thought it was a Japanese sword or something, opened his crescent eyes again and saw clearly the object of his duel of wits and courage - it turned out to be a ball of air.
I'm so stupid.
He couldn't help but think.
I was stupid to suspect that this natural guy was a member of the Black Organization.
I was even more stupid because I actually thought about the possibility he mentioned for a second after listening to what Sawada Tsunayoshi said just now.
Is there anyone in this world who is more stupid than Conan Edogawa? Obviously not.
Thinking of this, the boy couldn't help but sigh.
"Come to think of it," Ran Maoli asked in confusion, not noticing the boy's disappointment, "Why did Mr. Yamamoto retire? You are in the prime of your career, right?"
The baseball player just won the grand slam and is still in his prime. If he continues to perform well, there will be no club in Japan that will not want him. He will be able to get a lot of signing bonuses alone, so his future is bright.
——However, this young man with a bright future held a press conference announcing his retirement the day after receiving a grand slam lap.
Hearing her question, Yamamoto Takeshi was stunned and his eyes softened a little.
"Baseball is very important to me." He said in a gentle tone, with a barely perceptible softness in his frankness that matched his temperament. "But, to me, there are things that are more important than baseball."
The black-haired young man's gaze fell on Sawada Tsunayoshi. The sharp edge of that brilliant baseball star was completely restrained, revealing a bit of softness.
But he almost lost the treasure he cherished.
He was once abandoned by the baseball god, and was almost abandoned by the new god who appeared in his life ten years later.
If Bai Lan hadn't been threatening that person's organization, Yamamoto Takeshi might have just fallen in love with it and slept in the coffin as well.
After all, that place is so dark and so cold. Although Gang is very reliable and strong, if it is too dark, he might be scared and cry.
Someone has to be with him.
Although it sounds a bit childish, the Rain Guardian standing in the rain once calmly thought about the possibility of letting the whole world bury his friend who was afraid of the dark and loneliness.
Recalling his original mood, Yamamoto Takeshi's eyes dimmed, but the smile on his face became even brighter.
Dr. Agasa looked left and right, slapped his palms, and felt that he understood something.
"So that's how it is." He suddenly realized, "Excuse me, this child... Tsunayoshi-kun, is he Yamamoto-kun's child?"
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