Not knowing that his right-hand man was once again stabbing him in the back without his knowledge and marching towards the position of the tenth generation's biggest threat, Sawada Tsunayoshi opened his eyes.
A glimmer of light leaked through the crack of the door. The person leaving deliberately slowed down his pace, but he was still able to rely on his familiarity with the other person to know that he was standing at the door.
Sawada Tsunayoshi was also aware of the situation, including when the other person was sitting next to him just now and staring at him with a terrifying look.
The light outside the door had gone out, but the man had not left.
Sawada Tsunayoshi didn't open his eyes. He curled up in the quilt and could almost imagine Yamamoto Takeshi standing at the door.
The man in the black suit also came in a hurry. Although no one knew how he and Reborn met, compared to Reborn who seemed to have expected it, Yamamoto Takeshi seemed to have been suddenly called when he was going out.
What now?
Now the other person was standing in front of his door. Unlike the oppressive moment just now when he seemed to have merged into the darkness, Sawada Tsunayoshi could not feel Yamamoto Takeshi's gaze, nor could he tell what the other person was feeling. He just closed his eyes and breathed steadily until the person outside the door walked away.
"ciaos."
Almost at the same time, the lovely voice of the tutor rang in my ears.
Sawada Tsunayoshi didn't move.
"Stop playing dead and get up, Tsuna." His tutor knew his little tricks well. "You don't want Yamamoto to be called back by a sudden explosion, do you?"
It sounds like something a villain would say.
Sawada Tsunayoshi opened his eyes, sat up, and pursed his lips.
"I thought you wouldn't talk to me anymore," he said, his tone involuntarily becoming a little lighter - this was a reaction he only had towards this person, and he could only completely relax when facing the other person.
"That's too much," he complained. His voice became thin due to the changes in his body, making him sound like he was acting coquettishly.
Sawada Tsunayoshi looked at Reborn stealthily.
His tutor remained the same as he remembered, but he had a new perspective.
When he was a normal adult, Reborn looked very small, and this feeling of smallness became more obvious as he grew older. However, every time he had such thoughts, Reborn would stare at him with an oppressive, all-seeing look, until the Godfather guiltily put aside his disrespectful thoughts.
But this is the first time that I am on the same level as Reborn.
Not only are they on the same level, the two men also have similar body shapes and the same postures.
It's an unprecedented experience.
Sawada Tsunayoshi pursed his lips.
Before he could let go of his unnecessary emotions, he moved his body first, ducking backwards, trying to avoid the kick from his tutor.
The little baby, who was wearing the same black suit as before, seemed to have anticipated his thoughts and evasive route, and continued to attack while Sawada Tsunayoshi was dodging. The brown-haired baby dodged quickly, and soon, the two of them began to fight in the dark.
If someone turned on a light to watch them at this time, they would definitely find that even with the spotlight on, it seems that they cannot detect the tracks of the two fighting.
Tsunayoshi Sawada struggled to fend off the tutor.
Unlike Reborn, who had long been accustomed to this state and had regained control of his body with his strong self-control, Sawada Tsunayoshi had just become a baby.
Even this situation is different from simply becoming a baby - just like when he became the half of Ryomen Sukuna - he still maintains the thinking and habits of an adult, so when he just woke up at Professor Agasa's house, the brown-haired cub still had to use a lot of strength to get rid of the embarrassing situation of falling on the bed with a "bang" before he could even take a step.
Not to mention the other problems that followed, it was only because the Godfather had extremely high adaptability that he was able to maintain a barely normal appearance.
This is already the result of special favor from world consciousness.
This body only had the appearance of a baby under the preference of world consciousness, and the fragility and uncontrollability of human cubs were well ignored. However, even so, when facing this body, Sawada Tsunayoshi still felt a terrible sense of powerlessness.
This feeling of powerlessness was even more desolate than when he had to choose death in front of Bai Lan.
This is something Reborn has already experienced.
Even compared to the favored self, the other person has truly become a "baby" - with a strong and proud soul.
“Tsk.”
In just a moment of distraction, Sawada Tsunayoshi was subdued by his tutor.
They fought across half of the room and finally fell onto the soft quilt with his arms open. His tutor subdued him coldly, bent one knee against his chest, and his exposed jaw was cold and hard, which was totally inconsistent with the body shape of such a baby.
For no reason, the image of the other person's death flashed through Sawada Tsunayoshi's mind.
Reborn was like this, lying quietly among the silent flowers, his soft skin became stiff, and his face that could reveal a terrifying smile was cold and pale, an appearance he had seen countless times with his eyes closed.
Red blood dripped from the small coffin, one drop at a time, dripping into his field of vision at an increasing speed until it filled everything in front of him.
"A-Tsuna!"
The voice belonging to the tutor broke through the darkness like a ray of light, saving him from the hallucination buried in blood.
Sawada Tsunayoshi came to his senses.
His body reacted before his mind.
The fighting consciousness engraved into his DNA made his body take the first action. When he reacted, his tutor was staring at him closely.
The positions of the two people changed drastically. When he made the move, Reborn didn't resist for some reason. So when he came to his senses, he found himself restraining the other person with the same move as Reborn just now.
Of course, it is the same action.
After all, it was the other party who taught him these skills.
The awakened brown-haired cub was gasping for breath. Without Ryan in his hands, he adopted a throat-locking posture.
Even though he was in one of the most vulnerable areas, Reborn did not show any embarrassment.
On the contrary, although I am the weaker party in terms of posture, my momentum seems to be the opposite.
"Stop being stupid, idiot." He said it again with a stronger tone.
It was not until this moment that Sawada Tsunayoshi woke up from the illusion that this person had really returned to his side.
The place he locked onto could slowly begin to feel a beating, which was proof that the other person was still alive and by his side.
His eyes suddenly widened.
Although he is a guy in a high position, he shows an ugly weak attitude at this moment.
Reborn sighed.
He originally wanted to use a stern expression and strict instructions to deal with this overly capable disciple.
But after knowing what the other party had done, could he really still reprimand him like that? Even the tutor known for his Spartan style could not help but have such doubts.
But Reborn is not one to hesitate or hesitate.
So he just opened his hands naturally, allowing his foolish disciple to hide his weakness temporarily.
"You are such a good-for-nothing." He warned her in a cute voice, "If you get your tears and snot on my clothes, I'll make you lick them all off for me."
“…Reborn!”
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While the teachers and students were at peace, Hayato Jigokudera finally ended his fight and successfully found the murderer from a group of suspects.
Seeing the woman who screamed first kneeling on the ground crying with her hands covering her face, the policemen who had played no role in the whole case, but stared at him with a look of "it's up to you" after he showed some logic, swarmed forward and took the person away.
The chubby police boss stood in front of him.
"I'm so sorry for the trouble this time." He coughed and held out his hand. "I'm Jusan Megure from the Criminal Investigation Division of the Metropolitan Police Department."
Jigokudera Hayato's fingers twitched.
——Of course, this was not a reaction of wanting to shake hands with the other party, but his DNA couldn't help but move when he was so close to the cop.
But he was worthy of being himself. As a young man who had been tempered by time and matured in all matters other than Sawada Tsunayoshi, he changed the action into one of extending his hand to shake hands with the other party, nodded coldly, his expression unchanged.
"Hell Temple Melon."
When Megure Jusan heard this name, his eyes turned into small dots.
"Huh?" He coughed, and with difficulty changed "ha" into "hahaha".
"What a nice name," he praised disingenuously, again expressing his gratitude.
Although he is not very good at solving cases, he is very skilled at thanking the "detective".
It was not his original intention, but it was just right that the other party thought he was a "detective". With a cold expression, Hayato Jigokudera said a few perfunctory words and finally sent the other party away.
If he didn't get out of the police's encirclement, he would not be able to bear it any longer.
The mafia thought expressionlessly, his fingers trembling countless times in his sleeves.
Because there was still some follow-up, he was given a cup of hot cocoa and waited on the side. The dangerous guy who had just looked at each other also sat over. The two guys sat on the bench with the same hot cocoa in their hands, looking particularly stupid.
The young man with long black hair drank the hot cocoa in silence, threw the paper cup into the trash can, stood up, and looked down at Jigokudera Hayato.
The silver-haired young man, who was feeling depressed and irritable because he couldn't leave here, raised his head with a dangerous look in his eyes.
After a while, the guy who was dissatisfied with him looked down at him and uttered a word.
"Hell temple?"
This attitude...
Jigokudera Hayato's already bad mood became even worse because of the other party's tone and attitude. He let out a "ha" and put one hand on his leg. Although he was looking up, his momentum was not inferior to the other party. He glared at the man fiercely with his green eyes.
"Why, does this name bother you?"
The young man with long black hair lowered his eyes, his red pupils revealing no emotion, and he uttered "hmm".
Hayato Jigokudera: "Huh?"
The young man—or rather, Novan—nodded. His movements seemed to be obedient, but in fact, they were not.
"If you don't want to get into trouble, it's better to change your last name."
——He suggested very sincerely.
Hayato Jigokudera felt that his fists had become hard.
Anyway, the tenth generation has fallen asleep at this time, and babies sleep a lot, so it is feasible for him to give this guy a beep here and then rush to the tenth generation with a hot breakfast.
He clenched his fists, stood up on the spot, and confronted the man who was very close to him.
A string of Italian curses had already gone through his mind many times. If it were his old self, he would have already pulled out his bombs and was ready to speak with his strength.
But the current Hayato Jikudera is no longer the Hayato Jikudera of the past! He is already a mature Hayato Jikudera, the tenth generation's reliable right-hand man!
So he just glared at the other person fiercely and expressed his thoughts word by word.
"None of your business."
Are you a pervert?
ha?
[Are you a pervert? ]
Wait, this sound...
The young man, who was very indignant just now, paused and was ready to leave, but was abruptly stopped by the ringing of the phone that suddenly interrupted the two of them.
He lowered his head and looked towards the place where the sound came from - if he was not mistaken, that was the cell phone of the guy in front of him.
The other person stepped back, keeping his distance, and gave him a fake smile.
"Sorry, can I check a text message first?" Although he was smiling, the other party did not seem to have any intention of establishing a relationship where they could smile at each other, and made a gesture with his hand.
If it were a Japanese, he probably wouldn't understand, but although Hayato Jigokudera is half Japanese, he is an Italian native, so he immediately realized that the other party was insulting him with gestures.
This bastard...
But now is not the time to talk about this.
He stared at the phone the other person slowly took out and asked word by word: "Who are you? Why does it have this ringtone?"
It would have been better if he hadn't said anything. As soon as the ringtone sounded, the other party looked as if someone had touched his scalp and his expression darkened.
On the other side, on the street of Yokohama, a young man with long silver hair was walking in the darkness, and suddenly, his way was blocked by someone.
Although public security has been improving recently, it is still difficult to predict what will happen at night in Yokohama.
So the man raised his eyelids, already thinking of a hundred thousand possible death scenarios for the guy opposite him.
He seems to be in a bad state now, right?
Just as this thought flashed through my mind, I saw the guy opposite me suddenly bowed 90 degrees.
“Um, um, are you Kotoko?!” Looking at the man with long silver hair in a single ponytail and a cold expression who looks like he’s good at stepping on others (?), the man who looks like a otaku quickly took out a pink comic, which was also a light novel adaptation of “After I was reborn in another world as a noble heir, I was surrounded by only undercover agents one, two, three, and garbage four, five, and six. I’m really not upset about this.” He closed his eyes and shouted loudly, “I’m very sorry, but you and my goddess Kotoko are too similar... Are you Kotoko’s counterpart in this world!”
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