After much persuasion, the simple old man finally crossed out the equation that Sawada Tsunayoshi was the son of Yamamoto Takeshi.
The friend, who was particularly natural (black) at certain moments, touched his chin, and at the last moment said in a frustrated tone, "To be honest, Agasa should be considered my friend's child," which once again plunged Dr. Agasa into a brain storm.
Looking at the old man with an expression of "I understand", Sawada Tsunayoshi couldn't help but cover his face in pain.
Because it was getting dark, the children who were originally in need of care were reunited with the adults they knew, and Mao Lilan took Conan to prepare to leave.
"Speaking of which, where are you staying tonight, big brother?"
One of Edogawa Conan's paws was held by Mori Ran, and he asked in a panic.
The seemingly reliable adult suddenly looked confused.
That's a really good question.
He scratched his head and thought for a moment.
"Originally, I was planning to see where Tsuna lived... Now we'll just stay in a nearby hotel for one night." He looked at Sawada Tsunayoshi inquiringly, "I don't think Tsuna wants to go home now, right?"
The godfather, who kept a distance from the tutor but couldn't help but secretly glance at him, pursed his lips and nodded.
So Yamamoto Takeshi laughed heartily.
"Well, that's it."
Even though Ran Mouri had already gained some understanding of the casual personality of this baseball player who had once won a grand slam during their brief interaction, she couldn't help but mutter in her heart that player Yamamoto was really a spoiled child. However, she thought that if it was a similar situation and Sawada Tsunayoshi was replaced by Edogawa Conan, she would probably make a similar choice.
"But in that case, we'll have to find a place to live quickly."
If there was only one cub, Tsunayoshi Sawada, there would be no problem for her family and Professor Agasa's family to take in such a cub, but now there is an adult who has just met to add to the mix - even if this adult is the once very popular player Yamamoto - it is not a good idea.
Dr. Agasa seemed a little hesitant, and was obviously considering this matter.
"It's okay." He finally said, "Mr. Yamamoto and Mr. Ripplin, and of course Mr. Tsunayoshi, please stay at my place tonight."
He smiled and looked at Reborn, "I am very interested in the question you just mentioned. Are you interested in discussing it tonight?"
The baby in the black hat touched the brim.
"Of course."
——That’s why, at night, Sawada Tsunayoshi and two others were still at Dr. Agasa’s house.
To be honest, Sawada Tsunayoshi breathed a sigh of relief when Yamamoto Takeshi was not prepared to take him back to Namimori directly.
Although I roughly know that I was wrong, this look is not a good one to face my friends again.
——Of course, despite this, Mr. Godfather was still in a state of disrepair to some extent, otherwise he would not have been found so easily by his friends.
He sighed, picked up his small basin, and prepared to go to the bathroom.
Dr. Agasa, who was already prepared to fight in the laboratory, saw him and shouted loudly.
"Tsunayoshi-kun, do you want to take a shower? Do you need my help?"
Sawada Tsunayoshi, who was holding a basin and trying to take a bath alone secretly, froze for a moment.
“No, no, no, no, no thanks!” He tried to protest, “I can still do this kind of thing by myself.”
As he spoke, his legs left the ground and he turned his head. As expected, Yamamoto Takeshi was holding him up and smiling.
"Really?" The black-haired young man showed a worried look on his face.
Sawada Tsunayoshi felt an emotion called shame for the first time in a long time.
"Really." He covered his forehead with his hands. Because he had turned into a baby, this action was more adorable than helpless.
Yamamoto Takeshi's eyes lit up, and he drooped his eyelids in disappointment at the Godfather's firm refusal. After putting the cub into the bathroom, he stared at the other party through the crack of the door.
"If you have any problem, be sure to call me first." He half-knelt down, staring at the cub with short brown hair, his brows lowered, his eyes dignified and sincere.
Sawada Tsunayoshi hid half of his face in the bath towel folded into a small square, concealing his expression.
"Hmm..." He mumbled, unable to adapt to the other person's gaze, and quickly closed the door.
Yamamoto Takeshi took two steps forward, and after his figure could no longer be seen on the frosted glass door, he took two steps to the side, then came back and leaned against the wall next to the bathroom door.
He subconsciously touched his bag, but because he left in a hurry and didn't take any cigarettes with him, he only took out a cell phone.
The mobile phone, which had been turned to silent mode early on, had already accumulated a lot of messages. Yamamoto Takeshi sighed and dealt with these things in this posture.
The most important things will be summarized in the Hell Temple at this time, so the content here is nothing to be delayed for a moment.
Thinking of his colleague and friend (probably), a relaxed smile flashed across Takeshi Yamamoto's face. While quickly replying to his subordinates' questions, he even took out one hand to tease them.
【What is the Hell Temple doing? 】
After a while, the other party condescended to reply to him with a [? ].
The black-haired young man, who was familiar with this guy's temper as if he knew his own temper, smiled and revealed his escape in a boastful tone.
[I am here with A-Tsuna, so my subordinates will send some urgent documents to you later. Ji Si, please help me deal with them.]
【? ? What is your family】
The text message was transmitted to Yamamoto Takeshi's mobile phone at a very fast speed. Almost at the moment when the text message ringtone sounded, the other party's phone call came.
[“Hello, it’s me.”]
Yamamoto Takeshi blinked.
"A-Tsuna is not here."
The Guardian of the Storm, Hayato Jigokudera, who was said to be the most trusted and reliable of the Tenth Generation of Vongola and was always cold and icy to outsiders, quickly changed his mode after a brief pause and roared like a monk chanting.
[“You guys! Don’t cause trouble for the Tenth Generation, idiot!”]
"Hahaha is there?"
[“Isn’t that right? The Tenth Generation must be wanting to calm down by himself right now, right? When the Tenth Generation calms down…”]
"Is that so?"
Yamamoto Takeshi put one hand in his trouser pocket, held the phone in the other hand, and looked towards the bathroom.
The sound of water had begun to rise, and with his extraordinary hearing he was able to tell that Gang was safe inside - safe, but also clumsy.
Even the once useless Tsunayoshi is amazed by its flexibility.
Yamamoto Takeshi sighed silently and repeated the sentence.
"Is that so?"
He retracted his gaze, lowered his eyes and said, "But I feel that right now, Gang needs our company the most."
Hayato Jigokudera on the other end of the line also fell silent.
After a while, the young man, who had been maintaining his cool boy appearance for a long time, cursed in Italian and quickly packed up his things.
[“Wait for me.”] He spoke quickly, [“Wait, that’s not right. Where did you get the address? How do you know where the tenth generation is?”]
The black-haired young man laughed twice.
"I see there is one on your desk in Hell Temple?" he said, "Although it can wait...but don't you have a lot of important things waiting for you to deal with?"
The young man laughed without noticing - or rather, without caring about how much harm his words had caused to his colleagues, not knowing that Gokudera Hayato on the other side had been petrified into a statue.
Judaiime...Judaime——
Tsunayoshi Sawada sniffed and almost sneezed.
He was sitting on the edge of the bathtub and almost slipped into it because of the sudden sneeze.
Dr. Agasa, who prepared the bath water in advance, forgot that he was still a baby, or he thought that someone would take him to take a bath, so there was a lot of water in the bathtub, to the extent that if Sawada Tsunayoshi went into the water, he could swim in the bathtub.
So he could only sit on the edge of the bathtub, tentatively stretching out his legs and wandering on the water.
Although it is childish, Tsunayoshi Sawada found that such activities might be too childish for a real two-year-old baby, but they are just right for him, an adult in the shell of a cub.
He covered his body with bubbles, and couldn't help but think of Reborn.
Although he had seen the other person from the beginning, Sawada Tsunayoshi didn't know how to face the other person, which was unusual.
Logically speaking, a teacher and a student who have a good relationship should shed some tears when they meet again after a long separation.
But Reborn didn't look very happy.
Her brows were furrowed, and she kept her distance from him.
If it were in the past, she would have jumped onto his shoulders long ago... Oh, sorry, he forgot that he has turned into a baby now, and there is no way for Reborn, who is also a baby, to continue standing on his shoulders, but at least they can stay close.
But no.
Even when he turned around to chat with Dr. Agasa about cutting-edge technology, the other party didn't even bother to pay him any attention.
If that's the case, then why come to see him?
Tsunayoshi Sawada buried himself in the water, stood in the shallower part, and spit out bubbles.
But no matter what, he was very happy.
Mr. Godfather blinked in the mist and couldn't help thinking.
He was so happy to see Reborn again.
Even if he was reprimanded for his plan to fake his death, it was friendly instruction from a close teacher... After all, he had been reprimanded by Reborn a lot in the past ten years.
As he thought about it, he probed deeper.
Unexpectedly, I slipped and fell into the bathtub.
Oops……
When bad thoughts came to my mind, a familiar "kufufufu" laugh came from the mist.
The lotus vines emerged from the bottom of the water, grabbed the ankle of the tenth generation Vongola who was about to fall into the bathtub and drowned, pulled him out of the water, and hung him upside down in the air to drain the water.
The Godfather, who had a strange intuition that made him take a bath in a loincloth (?), curled his lips and thought to himself that it was a good thing that he was not a ** (crossed out this sentence), and fell in the air to look at the place where the sound came from.
Hearing the noise outside the door, Yamamoto Takeya rushed in. The black-haired swordsman staggered two steps with a complicated expression.
"I didn't expect you to be such a person." Yamamoto Takeshi showed an indescribable expression and accurately identified the person's identity.
…
On the other hand, Hayato Jigokudera, who had been holding back for a long time, finally couldn't hold back anymore and stood up, quickly reviewing the documents he had already processed.
Because he was always worried about the tenth generation, he kept the tenth generation's voice in his ears, allowing the other person's voice to motivate him to work even when he was not around, thereby greatly improving his efficiency. The mountain of work on Jigokudera Hayato's desk has disappeared a lot.
He quickly calculated his efficiency and the upcoming workload in his mind, and found that as long as he worked hard, he could steal some time.
He wants to use this time to meet the tenth generation.
He has not been able to protect the Tenth Generation until now, which is a great dereliction of duty for a guardian.
The Vongola Guardian thought, and quickly changed out of his suit and put on a set of younger, more casual-looking casual clothes.
With his cell phone in his pocket and his spiritual food still encouraging him through his headphones, Jigokudera Hayato left the Vongola base and walked on the deserted streets.
He has his own car nearby, but it's running low on gas and needs to be refueled.
So he drove to Beika Town and found a gas station to refuel.
A black Santana passed by his car. Out of professional habit, he took a look. It was a young man with long black hair, red eyes, and a dangerous temperament. He was still hanging around outside at this time. He might be a dangerous person from somewhere.
But since he didn't know him, he probably wasn't an important person.
Jigokudera Hayato withdrew his gaze, subtly turned down the volume of his earphones, and turned his head to communicate with the staff.
Of course, he couldn't hear the flashing sound coming from the black-haired young man's cell phone in the car that just passed by.
[Are you a pervert? Are you a pervert? ]
——It’s the sound of text messages.
Nuowan glanced at the message quickly, then recalled the sound of the phone just now, and couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips slightly.
Behind him, Hayato Jigokudera, who had already finished the communication, put on his headphones again and continued to replenish his leader's energy while waiting for refueling.
In the cover of night, the two cars went their separate ways.
Back at Dr. Agasa's apartment, Tsunayoshi Sawada wrapped himself in a small bath towel and patted the somewhat nervous (? ) Yamamoto Takeshi.
"Awu..."
"No." The black-haired young man looked serious, worthy of being one of the two legendary swordsmen of Vongola. He looked at his colleague who was in the bathroom with a vigilant look, without any relaxation as when facing Hayato Jigokudera.
He pressed Sawada Tsunayoshi into his arms and said solemnly, "I can't hand you over to him."
Sawada Tsunayoshi: "Atake..."
The young swordsman lowered his head and met his eyes.
"I won't let you go, Tsuna. Rokudo Mukuro... seems to be a pervert!"
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