“Please give me a gift.”
A childish, tender voice echoed in the room.
As soon as the weak, childish voice, like the chirping of a baby bird, was uttered, it naturally attracted everyone's attention.
Kenji Hagiwara, who was closest to the scene, felt it more directly. He suddenly felt his eyes light up (physics), and the cub that had been standing steadily on the platform disappeared.
Instead, there was a familiar figure.
The brown-haired young man was standing between the two beasts that started biting each other after a disagreement. His back was facing away, so his expression could not be seen clearly.
But even so, Kenji Hagiwara still had an urge to cry.
He pinched his thigh flesh absentmindedly...
"it hurts."
…
Seeing that both parties seemed to have calmed down, Sawada Tsunayoshi hesitated for a moment, but did not extinguish the trembling flame in his head.
Although only a few days had passed, he still felt as if he hadn't been to his body for a long time.
If it wasn't in a dead state, it might have fallen flat on its face with a thud.
So he put on an indifferent face and looked around.
"Has that been enough?"
The voice of the adult version of Sawada Tsunayoshi is slightly deep, which is very different from the childhood version of him.
However, the effect is similar, and even adults can go a step further to restrain the two hot-blooded guys and separate them.
However, at this moment, even if Sawada Tsunayoshi did not take any action, the two of them probably would not be able to fight for a while.
After all, no matter who it was, their eyes were fixed on him at this moment.
This gave Sawada Tsunayoshi the rare urge to run away.
But it's not a big problem.
The adult who had bonuses in all aspects under the dead air mode withdrew his hand indifferently and took a step back slightly.
"You..." x2
Verlaine and Kurosawa Jin spoke at almost the same time.
The two beasts looked at each other and saw hostility in each other's eyes.
Sawada Tsunayoshi reached out his hand as expected, held down the wrist of one, and grabbed the muzzle of the other.
"Be a little quieter." He said gently, but his actions were irresistible.
Unexpectedly, the two people who were just at loggerheads looked at each other with contempt and stopped talking.
Kenji Hagiwara silently withdrew his hand that was pinching his thigh.
——This style and this behavior are undoubtedly from the ancestors of their family.
But it's also quite embarrassing to calm down.
Hagiwara Kenji thought, trying hard to think of a way to break the current atmosphere.
And he really did have a lot to say to his senior... although there were so many things to say that he didn't know where to start.
But a good younger generation always starts by sharing the worries of the older generation.
Then he coughed lightly and took out a flyer from his bag like a magician.
"Come to think of it, since Senior is back, do you want to go and see him? He was supposed to be having his autograph session."
His bulging brain was no longer able to support Kenji Hagihara to think clearly about what he was saying. He just followed his own thoughts and took out a crumpled flyer from his bag.
——When passing by the bookstore, Kenji Hagiwara somehow accepted the flyer.
In fact, a promotional event for Mr. Skylark's works had been held a long time ago. It was the last project he did when he was still the editor of that magazine.
God knows what's going on in Yokohama. After so many years, they just started the promotional activities for "This Thing 1" and "This Thing 2".
Complaining in his mind, he still took the flyer and stuffed it into his bag without even noticing it, not even folding it up properly before putting it away.
Perhaps it was an idea that he had had a long time ago. When he completed the promotional activities centered on several major cities and radiated throughout Japan and submitted his resignation letter from the position of editor, Kenji Hagihara still had this idea in his mind.
The senior’s promotional event… was originally supposed to be a book signing event.
It would be great if seniors could participate.
——So, in desperation, he took out the flyer of "This Thing" from his predecessor... It's not strange at all!
It was not until he handed the thing over with a smile that Kenji Hagiwara realized it belatedly and broke into a cold sweat.
And it seems to be too late.
His great predecessor had a blank expression on his face and looked unmoved, while the two scary guys standing behind him showed very interested expressions.
There is just a slight difference.
The legendary "King of Assassination" with long light blond hair looked polite after retracting his murderous aura. His eyes swept across the flyer in his hand and fell on the brown-haired young man. His eyes looked extremely serious under the smudge of sunlight, and it seemed that he cared more about the brown-haired young man than the flyer.
And the one with silver hair...
Kenji Hagiwara remembered what was written in "This Thing 2" and couldn't help but shrink his hands and cough.
Sawada Tsunayoshi, who was standing under the flames, also felt a little guilty.
Then he heard a snort of laughter.
I can't tell the meaning.
The atmosphere became subtle again. Weilun, who still seemed to have not learned how to read the atmosphere, tilted his head. After restraining his murderous aura, he actually looked somewhat adorable.
"Tsunayoshi." He raised his hand and touched the young man's head without fear of getting burned (?), exhaled imperceptibly, and smiled slightly, "You've grown taller."
Sawada Tsunayoshi was silent for a moment, strangely understood what the other party meant, and comforted his brother with a paralyzed face.
"You won't be like Chuuya who never grows taller."
"ha??"
Nakahara Chuuya, who was found by the rookie who left, heard these slanderous words before he even saw the person.
Although he felt that the voice was somewhat familiar, he was temporarily confused as he could not match it with the members of the "Sheep" in his memory.
But he seemed to have heard Verlaine's voice. Since he was able to talk to Verlaine, he was probably one of their own.
Even so, Nakahara Chuuya still felt that the voice he heard from Verlaine was a little different.
It's like...
He pushed the door open with his leather shoes on, intending to teach that guy a lesson who said he had never grown taller.
"Who is it?" The King of Sheep assumed that they were all familiar guys. He deliberately made a crackling sound by pinching his joints, and after guessing several names in a row without getting any response, he finally pushed open the door.
Then, stay still.
He remembered what was wrong with Verlaine's voice.
...like, too gentle.
…
…
Before he left, the two of them often sat together and chatted.
Sawada Tsunayoshi held the bottle of fruit juice that he had smuggled without the knowledge of Verlaine and Rimbaud, and looked at Nakahara Chuuya who had also secretly stolen a bottle of beer for a while, then stood up and took the bottle from the ochre-haired boy.
The naive King of Sheep didn't expect that his trusted Ou Doudou had any bad intentions. Seeing the other party taking it, he thought he would have a taste too. He was still muttering "You are still young, drink less" in his mouth, but he found that the other party threw it aside to him.
"Hello!"
The King of Sheep opened his eyes wide and looked very cute.
The brown-haired guy blinked at the terrifying (loving) stare and slowly raised his paw.
“Sorry, sorry.” He said with a gentle smile, his face dimmed in time, but that smile is still memorable. “I heard that drinking too much beer is not good…”
Looking at the expression of the auburn-haired boy, Sawada Tsunayoshi continued tactfully, "He won't be tall."
Nakahara Chuuya raised his eyebrows suspiciously.
"Really?"
In fact, he himself did not know whether there was such a rule, but Sawada Tsunayoshi still maintained a smile, pretending that this was the case, and he was justified and beyond reproach.
"Really." He smiled.
So Nakahara Chuuya looked at him suspiciously and sat back mumbling.
Although he knows that milk is what makes people grow taller, he has tried very hard to drink milk every day... and he is almost vomiting.
Looking at the pale-faced young man, Sawada Tsunayoshi smiled softly and naturally reached out his hand to touch the other's head.
"Don't touch my head." The boy, who was deprived of the right to drink (?), muttered, but his words were not fierce at all, "You know that you won't grow tall?"
"puff."
"Hello!"
Tsunayoshi Sawada raised his hands.
“Now I know.”
Nakahara Chuuya glared at the guy for a long while, then finally rolled his eyes and took the fruit juice from the other person's hand, using the same excuse that drinking it would prevent one from growing taller.
Dusk was gathering in the sky, and the setting sun dyed the clouds a fiery red. Even the edges of the other person's short brown hair seemed to be dyed red.
Nakahara Chuuya muttered to himself, but after a while he couldn't help laughing.
Those were precious memories from the short life of a man named Nakahara Chuuya. Even after a long time, when he recalled them, they were still fresh in his mind.
That's why he didn't know how to start.
But he didn't wait for him to speak.
The brown-haired young man blinked and showed a "not good" expression.
Then, there was a loud bang, as if something exploded, and the brown-haired young man disappeared before his eyes.
What?
Nakahara Chuuya thought, this is another dream...wait, this is not a dream!
He stared at the brown-haired cub who was picked up, his eyes wide.
The other person scratched his head, muttered something, raised his head to meet his gaze, and smiled.
So cute, worthy of being A-Tsuna, he is still so cute even when he becomes smaller.
Wait, that’s not right, now is not the time!
Nakahara Chuuya stared at Sawada Tsunayoshi being picked up by his brother and couldn't help but take a step forward.
stamp--
Sawada Tsunayoshi, who was nearly knocked backwards by Weilan's hand after being poked so hard, raised his head and tilted his head to look at him.
"Chuuya?"
His voice was soft and mellow, not reminding anyone of the mature look he had just a few seconds ago.
Nakahara Chuuya savored the feel of his hand carefully, and before he could think about it, he quickly took a picture of Sawada Tsunayoshi who was sitting in Weilan's palm.
Sawada Tsunayoshi: ????
Being looked at like this by his brother, Nakahara Chuuya couldn't help but touch his nose and cough.
"Ahem, just be conscious."
"...Don't be conscious in strange places."
Sawada Tsunayoshi puffed out his cheeks, without realizing that this action made him look more adorable.
As the two brothers were interacting, Weilun tilted his head and poked the complaining cub in the face again with an inquisitive look.
Sawada Tsunayoshi: …
Sawada Tsunayoshi was speechless.
Both his cheeks puffed up, but with Weilan in front, middle and behind him, he seemed to be poked by the unscrupulous brothers, so he looked around, took a breath, and jumped onto the shoulder of the young man in the black coat.
To be honest, Sawada Tsunayoshi was a little worried that he would be thrown down by the opponent.
But with Wei Erlan and Chuuya around, at least he wouldn't be strung together by men and thrown into Tokyo Bay to be used as a concrete pillar.
After standing still, seemingly at ease but actually cautiously, he tilted his face slightly.
This action makes him look particularly close to the man. If they have similar body shapes and this action, it can probably be said that they are rubbing shoulders with each other.
This action made Weilan and Nakahara Chuuya look at each other, and the two brothers exchanged glances.
And Sawada Tsunayoshi was completely unaware of their little actions. He managed to stand steadily, and complained in his heart about how Reborn had stood steadily on everyone's shoulders, like a mushroom growing here, but a faint smile appeared on his face.
"Long time no see." He paused, and considering the scientific level of the scientific world, he estimated that even Gin was probably still in a situation where his worldview was being shocked, so he deliberately gave the other party time to react.
He narrowed his eyes and smiled at the other person familiarly.
"I'll explain it to you...Gin?"
…
…
Half an hour later.
Squalo, realizing that he was the last one to know that the Vongola had temporarily turned into a human (what was wrong with that) pushed the door open and entered a room, cursing.
This room was arranged according to Sawada Tsunayoshi's request. It was basically just a meeting room that was tidied up... more time was spent on the Godfather nervously preparing his speech and avoiding being beaten by Squalo.
Varian's combat captain thought of the other guys he had just met - without exception, they were all experts who made him excited to fight, and his eyes darkened.
"Hey, this angle is about right."
He fiddled with the camera that Chuuya Nakahara had someone bring over, and couldn't help but frowning as he watched the little godfather wearing a small cape and jumping onto the table.
"Are you sure you can do this?" he asked in a low voice.
Tsunayoshi Sawada gave Varian's operations captain a faint smile.
"Don't worry," he said gently, "I'm sure of it."
So Varian's combat captain withdrew his gaze with an expression of "don't bother me", and after setting up the program, he made an "ok" gesture.
Once again, Sawada Tsunayoshi lowered his eyes and uttered the magic spell that would allow him to briefly return to his original appearance.
When the small red light signaling the start of recording came on, the brown-haired godfather raised his head.
Then, on the terminal connected to the technical department of Vongola and transmitted to each member of Vongola through the hub, the face of the Godfather, who was vaguely rumored to be of bad quality, appeared.
"Dear members of the Vongola family."
Mr. Godfather counted the seconds in his mind and looked through the camera at the other side of the family member who had fought side by side with him, "Gui'an."
"Yiyi is the boss? Is he alive??!"
"Boss looks a lot thinner. Are the guardians taking good care of him? Pah, I mean, are they taking good care of Boss?"
"It's great to see that Boss is still alive and well..."
"Well, there have been some bad rumors lately."
"...The Tenth Generation, the Tenth Generation is finally here, but why am I not by the Tenth Generation's side at this time... Tenth Generation quuuuq"
"Mama Jisi? Don't die, Jisi!"
"Wow, isn't this Sawada? She looks really good."
"."
"Kou Ke."
"Rambo, stop crying. It's embarrassing."
"Who is crying? Damn it! It's the wind. The wind was blown into my eyes by a fool!"
“Is… is that so?”
Even though things seemed solid to the outside world, there were doubts within Vongola about the fact that the Boss was still alive.
This is not to say that they have any opinions or guesses about the organization. On the contrary, it is because of their loyalty to the organization that they have a deep memory of their leader being assassinated by the leader of a rival family.
Even if the guardians and Lord Reborn - Boss's teacher came forward, they could only temporarily suppress the suspicion and fear in their hearts. However, so many days have passed since everything was over. If Boss was indeed still alive, why didn't he appear in front of them?
Even if they are bedridden due to serious injuries, as long as they can hear the boss's voice and see the boss's face, it is like a stabilizing force for them.
What's weird is that even when attending other families' banquets, their boss always drinks canned pineapple brand.
This is why Reborn had to rush back to Italy.
Tsunayoshi Sawada knew this.
Therefore, he wanted to use this rare, first opportunity here.
He took a deep breath. Perhaps because he hadn't chatted with his family members for a long time, Tsunayoshi Sawada was even a little nervous at first.
However, those things that were almost trained into instinct gradually emerged with the words. Even without lighting the fire and putting on an indifferent face, he still looked like a king when he sat there.
Taking a half step back, Squalo clasped his arms across his chest, looking at the young man who was exactly the same as in his memory. He snorted coldly and turned off his cell phone, which was vibrating wildly, without leaving a trace.
In the distant Italy, Andrea was wandering among different guests when he looked back and seemed to hear a familiar voice coming from somewhere.
Just across the wall, the rookie looked at their instructor with trepidation.
The man with silver hair and green eyes was leaning against the wall. Beyond the wall was the conference room.
Whether it was a coincidence or something else, the place where he was leaning was right behind where the young man was sitting.
The man was enveloped in a cloud of incense. He lowered his eyes slightly. Even though he didn't see what was happening next door, he couldn't help but recall the other person's appearance when he stood between him and Weilun.
The golden-red flame flickered on his forehead, and the golden-red light enveloped him, making his overly clear eyes reflect a magnificent light. And when he looked at it, it was the day when the gods lowered their eyes.
This is probably still the case today.
Kurosawa pondered, picturing in his mind the young man sitting obediently at the end of the long table.
Like sitting on a throne.
It seemed as if he was born to be this way, it seemed as if he was born... to be the one who dominates everything.
"……snort."
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