The world's number one killer, who was under the spell of the dwarf, gave a lovely smile to the young man whose mind was obviously not very clear.
Then, in the other party's curious eyes, he jumped up and did a Thomas spinning kick...but missed!
Dazai Osamu, who predicted his behavior after seeing his movement, turned his head. The killer, whose toes touched the ground, exerted force again without thinking, and predicted Dazai Osamu's prediction and turned around again. The black-haired young man predicted his prediction and dodged. In the wheat field, the two black objects moved so fast that it was dazzling.
The story ends with the smug young man being kicked in the face by the baby.
pain.
The black-haired young man who fell backwards raised his hand and pointed in the direction of Reborn unwillingly.
The murderer... is this man!
reborn: …
He opened his lovely big eyes and spoke seriously.
"You look different from what the intelligence said."
The young man with black curly hair closed his eyes, maintaining the trembling posture of raising his hands, and sat up after a while.
"Really?" He held his chin and squinted his eyes. "Maybe intelligence can be deceiving."
Although the other party did not reveal his identity, Dazai Osamu could vaguely guess something.
That's why he behaved like this.
He slowly withdrew his hands, put his hands behind his head, and spoke leisurely.
"I just don't know what wind brought you here." The iris-colored eyes opened, leaving traces of flying birds in the sky.
Dazai Osamu tilted his head slightly, and there seemed to be a smile on his lips, but if you looked carefully, there was clearly no smile at all.
"Could it be that someone paid a huge sum of money to buy my life? They actually hired the world's number one killer to assassinate me, no, to kill me openly. This is truly an honor."
Reborn landed steadily on the scarecrow next to his head, looking down at Dazai who was lying on the ground in a mess.
"Don't beat around the bush." Mr. Baby put his hands in his pockets. He was such a small thing. Even the scarecrows used to drive away birds in the wheat field were taller and bigger than him, but he had a terrifying aura that was hard to ignore.
Even Dazai Osamu had only seen such aura in a few specific guys. Even Nakahara Chuuya was inferior to Mr. Killer. Only a pervert like Verlaine could compete with him.
These thoughts flashed through his mind, and the next moment, the terrifying aura suddenly disappeared, and a two-head-tall baby jumped down with a "hey whoosh" and landed steadily on his belly.
"hiss."
——Dazai Osamu began to suspect that the other party was trying to crush him to death with his own weight. Is this some kind of trendy new way to die?
The baby, who just now looked as scary as a demon and whose shadow cast on the scarecrow was filled with a terrifying aura, now had a cute face and a lovely smile.
"You are A-Tsuna's good friend, right?" He was well-behaved and cute, and there was no sign that he just gave off the look of someone who could take lives in the blink of an eye.
He sat on Dazai Osamu's abdomen, put away Len c|z75 in his hand, and extended his claws in a friendly manner.
"My stupid disciple, thank you for taking care of me."
——This was the last scene Dazai Osamu saw before he lost consciousness.
When he woke up dazed, what he saw was the silhouette of a woman with very soft facial features.
The thought flashed through his mind that maybe Sawada Tsunekichi had turned into a girl after turning into a dwarf, and his body took the initiative to move and grabbed the hand of the woman who was about to leave.
"Madam." Dazai Osamu covered his chest, his body broken but his mind strong (wrong), "Today's sunlight is very good, let's commit suicide together for love."
Whether it was coincidence or something else, the culprit who had caused his current disabled but strong-willed situation slowly wandered out and jumped into the woman's arms with ease.
"Mom, this is Dazai, a friend of Tsunayoshi." He introduced, looking at Dazai Osamu, his big black pupils gleaming with light, "Let me introduce you, this is mom, Tsunayoshi's mom."
Dazai Osamu, who had always been a passionate person, suddenly fell silent.
"It's okay." He held Sawada Nana's hand that was not holding Reborn, and said affectionately, "Mom, do you want to die with me?"
…
…
“A-choo!”
Tsunayoshi Sawada sneezed.
Hearing this voice, everyone in the conference room turned their heads and looked at him. Even the Godfather, who had been the center of attention before, couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed under such a terrifying gaze.
He rubbed his nose, and a plush blanket appeared from nowhere and floated over his back like magic.
The second and third followed closely behind... The cub, who had just been wrapped tightly in the first quilt, was soon pressed underneath it, directly entering winter and enjoying the warmth of the quilt.
Sawada Tsunayoshi: …
He slowly crawled out of the pile wrapped in the first blanket, and panted (not really) to the side of Kurosawa Jin who was closest to him. He scanned the other person's sitting posture with his eyes, and jumped onto the legs of the young man in the black coat.
"It's baby's bedtime."
The Godfather, who once hated the tutor's words, did the same thing and fell asleep right after he finished speaking.
Others: …
Although everyone had their own stance, after seeing the cub's behavior, everyone exchanged glances with people they were familiar with, revealing expressions of helplessness to varying degrees, whether genuine or fake.
The only one with a sullen face was probably Squalo on the other side.
The silver-haired, green-eyed captain Varian stared at the guy who was obviously the leader of the Vongola but was now sleeping soundly on the lap of a man from another organization. He wanted to stare a hole through him.
Damn, shame on you.
Because it was so embarrassing, as soon as he finished talking, Squalo prepared to take the little kid back quickly the same way he came.
——Although there are a group of troublesome guys over there, compared to these foreigners who covet the little ghosts, most of the people over there are Vongola companions.
Although he seemed to be attending the meeting seriously, Squalo had already started thinking about various ways to escape from here with a little kid in his arms.
But it didn't end up like that.
After taking a nap, Tsunayoshi Sawada knew that the matter was over.
Although he also wanted to participate in the meeting, the phrase "it's time for the children to go to bed" was not an excuse. At least for Tsunayoshi Sawada, although he could resist sleepiness to some extent, it seemed unnecessary to resist sleepiness when the room was filled with mostly trustworthy friends.
So in the end, I chose to let myself sleep - anyway, the reliable Squalo would definitely take care of everything.
After all, he can even handle xanxus.
When he woke up and saw countless messages popping up on his terminal, Tsunayoshi Sawada knew it was time to go back.
"Going back?"
Nakahara Chuuya had a strange expression on his face.
After finishing the discussion, Mori Ouwai, who didn't seem to have any intention of leaving, raised his eyebrows.
"Are you uncomfortable here, Chuuya-kun?" He was rarely so "frank". "In that case, why don't you come to the port mafia?"
Nakahara Chuuya’s expression turned cold.
At the same time, without even blinking, the little girl with long golden hair naturally hugged Sawada Tsunayoshi and rubbed the cub's face affectionately.
"I have a lot of toys, let's play together!"
Tsunayoshi Sawada struggled hard and broke free from Alice's passionate embrace.
He showed his dead eyes and jumped onto the table beside him after the girl relaxed a little.
The Godfather adjusted his little cape and shook his head.
"Thank you for your kindness," he said, "but I have to go back. Well, just like Chuuya and Mr. Mori, I am also the head of a family and need to go back to be with my family members."
He raised his head and strangely saw an expression on the faces of Nakahara Chuuya and Mori Ogai, which was similar to "my son has grown up".
It's so weird.
And it's OK for Mr. Mori and Verlaine, but why does Chuuya have the same expression? You are just a younger brother, okay?
Mr. Godfather puffed out his cheeks.
"Well, if that's the case, there's nothing we can do about it." Nakahara Chuuya coughed and said, "Remember to call me when you get back."
Sawada Tsunayoshi blinked, not expecting to pass it so quickly.
"good--"
Nakahara Chuuya continued, "It's been such a long time since we last met, and we have to part ways after a quick meeting. I still have something to say to you... Can I call you?"
Sawada Tsunayoshi's heart softened and he hummed.
“As long as Chuuya wants it, it’s fine.”
The tips of the ears of the ochre-haired King of Sheep were stained slightly red.
He coughed again, his eyes wandering a little.
"So... call once a day?"
Tsunayoshi Sawada:?
"Just kidding." The Sheep King said righteously, "Two days, I can't give in anymore."
It sounds like it's very serious.
But does Nakadashi have so much to say to him?
Thinking that Ou Doudou actually trusted and relied on him so much, Sawada Tsunayoshi's expression softened a lot, and he even agreed to the strange request of calling her once every two days.
“Of course, no problem.” He looked at Odoudou lovingly. “For Chuuya, once a day is fine.”
Nakahara Chuuya's eyes lit up.
His eyes flickered for a moment, and thinking of Wei Lain who had agreed with him, he couldn't help but suppress the urge to agree to this matter.
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