Chapter 95 Chapter 95 Sawada Tsunayoshi allowed it.
"Oh," Elio said, "I'm an assassin."
"Oh," Rokudo Mukuro suddenly realized, "a very promising job."
"It's okay, it's okay." Elio couldn't help but ask, "So you are?"
Rokudo Mukuro sighed, "You really don't know who I am."
Elio thought honestly, I just know you're really beautiful.
They nibbled on ice cream as they walked along the sidewalk where shops met the street. On either side, narrow second-floor balconies held rows of small green plants, with the occasional brightly colored flower dangling and sheets hanging out to dry swaying in the breeze. Rokudo Mukuro's long blue hair swayed among them, like a cat's tail. His tone was thick with regret. "Guess?"
Elio then looked him over politely, his gaze politely shifting from Rokudo Mukuro's smiling face to the blue earring dangling from his ear. It tinkled with the movement of its owner, and if Elio hadn't been close enough, he probably wouldn't have noticed that the Vongola emblem was embedded in the base of the indigo gem.
"You are 'Fog'," Elio said.
Rokudo Mukuro also noticed where he was looking and sighed, "You're cheating."
"Anyway, you're Rokudo Mukuro." Elio smiled. "The Vongola also said you're his important friend. That's all I need to know."
"He has many important friends," Rokudo Mukuro said. "You'll find out sooner or later. But let's not talk about this for now. What's your attribute?"
"I rarely use fire in combat," Elio said. He still cooperated, raising his ice cream cone to show Mukuro a string of small rings on his finger. Galahad had given them to him, saying they were just in case. There were green "thunder" rings and yellow "clear" rings.
Rokudo Mukuro looked at it and thought, "No wonder."
"What's so strange?"
"No wonder I always feel a little breathless when talking to you," Rokudo Mukuro said humorously, "So you're the sunny day that shines through the fog."
Elio couldn't help but laugh. In reality, the amount of "Qing" he'd measured was extremely low. It was only because this special flame could be used for healing that Elio made sure to carry it with him. But he certainly wouldn't explain this to Mukuroku.
"How long until we get there?" Elio asked, changing the subject. "The catacombs aren't open at night, right?"
"Oh," Rokudo Mukuro said vaguely, "That's okay."
The catacombs' "opening hours" ended at 5:30. As they approached, an announcement was made asking visitors to leave. But Rokudo Mukuro simply waved his hand, and the priest let them in, as if they hadn't noticed.
"It's going to be scary," Rokudo Mukuro said lightly, his tone no different from the one he said when he said, "I want chocolate ice cream."
"Believe me," Elio replied, "I know the dead better than the living."
They smiled at each other, tacitly pretending not to notice they were being followed, and walked side by side into the tomb passage. The lights went out one by one, accompanied by the slow, treading footsteps of the deceased. Two rows of mummies with labels stood silently in the darkness, some high, some low, some lying, some standing. Eight thousand desiccated bones listened silently to the living discussing death with such audacity.
"You just said," Rokudo Mukuro said, "your job is to kill people."
"Yes."
"Are you sure that everyone you kill is dead?"
"Yes. Why do you ask?"
"Oh, I'm just asking," Rokudo Mukuro said briskly, "but have you ever imagined that someone you killed would get up and look for you? Or come back from the dead?"
Elio immediately broke out in a cold sweat. He didn't know if it was his imagination, but he suddenly felt a chilling gust of wind behind him. He even began to suspect that every mummy they passed was turning its head, staring intently at them. This was much more intense than the ghost story night in the college dorm, Elio thought. After all, there were really eight thousand corpses around them, and they had really killed people.
But he managed to calm down and said, "Do you want to tell me a ghost story here?"
Rokudo Mukuro chuckled softly, "Do you have a guilty conscience?"
"Have you a clear conscience?" said Elio.
"Of course," the Mafia said cunningly, "Why should I feel the slightest bit of guilt towards my defeated opponent?"
Elio stopped. Rokudo Mukuro followed suit. They exchanged glances. Then, Elio saw Rokudo Mukuro's blood-red right eye, which he had assumed contained a special contact lens, suddenly blink, and the Chinese character for "six" jumped to "one."
That was the moment the stalker leaped from the shadows. The assassin's flying knife flashed with a cold gleam, and Rokudo Mukuro summoned flames from the earth. Mummies on either side rose from their coffins in the cave, howling the roars of the dead. Bullets and flames blended, curses and curses flew, but Rokudo Mukuro's roaring laughter overwhelmed the entire spectacle. Mist earrings jingled cleverly in his ears, and Rokudo Mukuro walked the narrow tomb passage with the energy of a child enjoying himself. His leisurely, nonchalant manner was like a model walking on a dazzling stage.
It was almost an elegant massacre, if elegant is the right word.
Deaf to the curses of the dying man, Rokudo Mukuro casually snapped his fingers. Lotus vines emerged from the ground and immediately strangled the living person, leaving no room for maneuver.
"It seems they're coming for me," Rokudo Mukuro said, "I'm sorry to have gotten you into trouble."
He paused subtly, controlled the lotus to pull the flying knife from the corpse, and considerately handed it to the assassin who was collecting weapons on the ground.
"Thank you," Elio accepted it graciously. "It's not a problem at all. It's not polite to accept your hospitality and then leave when you're in danger."
Rokudo Mukuro looked at him with a puzzled expression. Then, the "six" in the mafia's eyes turned back to "one." The body, hanging in mid-air, immediately fell, crashing down onto the mummy in the coffin. In the silence, Elio couldn't help but glance over there.
I heard this is an antique from hundreds of years ago, Elio thought inappropriately.
However, a mafia family as large as the Vongola must have a dedicated team to clean up after the scene. Like normal tourists, Elio and Mukuro followed the exit and even chatted for a while about mummies and death, before finally ceasing their conversation over the "official dinner."
"You said you were a killer," Rokudo Mukuro asked casually while enjoying his dessert, "but I've never seen a killer like you who would deliberately leave his attacker alive."
He was referring to the attack just now. Afterwards, Rokudo Mukuro had of course made sure to kill everyone, but he noticed that none of the people Elio had silently knocked down earlier had died instantly.
"I just thought," Elio said, "that maybe you could use a live one."
"That's very considerate of you," Rokudo Mukuro said with a smile, "I thought you were showing mercy just now."
It must be said that Rokudo Mukuro's words hit the nail on the head. But Elio just smiled and continued to scoop himself a spoonful of sweet ice cream.
"You really think too much." Elio said gently.
"Ah," Rokudo Mukuro said innocently, "but you told me that yourself. You feel guilty, don't you?"
Elio stared into his eyes. Rokudo Mukuro propped his chin with one hand, feeding himself tiramisu with the other, his expression relaxed, his gaze seemingly filled with curiosity. But being stared at like that sent a chill down Elio's spine, as if he were sharing a meal with a venomous snake. He was about to speak when the Chinese character in Rokudo Mukuro's eyes suddenly jumped, transforming into the character "一".
Elio was instantly lost in thought. He saw the blood-soaked faces of all those who had died at his hands, flashing back one by one. Then came the cries of the living. If you really asked Elio, he would have felt that he felt less guilty towards the dead than towards the innocent living who had been implicated. For a moment, the assassin's ears were filled with mournful sobs, but after a moment's distraction, Elio regained consciousness.
He was still sitting in the private room, with a window to one side overlooking the sea. The dining table was still there, the ice cream was still there, and Rokudo Mukuro was still sitting across from him, gazing at him with a strange expression.
"What are you doing?" Elio clenched the spoon in his hand.
"I'm sorry for using an illusion on you just now," Rokudo Mukuro apologized immediately, "Actually..."
Before he could finish his words, the assassin suddenly turned his head and looked towards the door. Rokudo Mukuro also stopped talking, and the next moment, the door to the private room was unceremoniously kicked open. Before Elio could even see who the person was, the door slammed shut with a loud bang, and a questioning voice swept in like a gust of wind, "Rokudo Mukuro! Who told you to play with the mummy?!"
"Sawada Tsunayoshi allowed it." Rokudo Mukuro said lightly.
"Nonsense! That's a mummy from hundreds of years ago. It's almost as if he allowed them to play with you!"
It looked like the Vongola would be responsible for cleaning up the mess. Thinking of what they had done in the catacombs, Elio couldn't help but shrink back a little, feeling a bit guilty. But Rokudo Mukuro certainly didn't let him go. He protected the tiramisu cake in his hand with a look of disdain, and immediately turned around to introduce Elio, "The one with the loud voice is 'Gokudera Hayato,' and the one trembling behind him is Rambo Bovino. As much as I hate to admit it, they are both 'important friends' of the Vongola, just like me."
This was the second Italian with a Japanese name Elio had met. Mukudera, with his silvery braids and elegant glasses, stared at Elio with wide green eyes, stunned. Perhaps he hadn't expected a stranger to be there, and was momentarily speechless. A young man with green hair and green eyes appeared from behind him, also looking at Elio curiously. "Huh? Who's this?"
"Hello," Elio said, holding the ice cream. "I'm Elio Smith, an assassin."
Without saying a word, Mukuro hit Rambo on the head, then seriously pulled the child out from behind and asked him to stand up.
"You must be the guest that Juse has been entertaining recently," Mukudera said politely, as if he had completely forgotten his previous roar. "Rokudo Mukuro must have been inadequate in his hospitality. I apologize to you on his behalf."
Elio opened his mouth, wanting to say something polite in Rokudo Mukuro's favor, but then he realized he'd just cast a genjutsu on him without warning, and he couldn't muster any kind words. He ended up answering vaguely, "He and I were both in the catacombs this afternoon. We were being followed."
Mukudera was stunned for a moment, then reacted. He looked at Rokudo Mukuro, who raised his eyebrows provocatively, nearly igniting Mukudera's anger again. But the mature man took a deep breath and chose to brush the matter off lightly. "You should have told me there was an attack earlier."
"I already said that it was Sawada Tsunayoshi who allowed it."
"That's also——"
Yusi took another deep breath. Elio could almost see the veins popping out of his forehead. He quickly lowered his head, pretending to eat his ice cream seriously. The young man named Rambo came over and looked at his ice cream with a familiar look. "You really know how to eat! Our ice cream here is a local specialty!"
"Really?" Elio greeted him politely, "I think it tastes better than other places too."
Gokudera seized the opportunity to grab Rokudo Mukuro. Elio pretended not to hear Mukuro's mock cries for help, absorbed in discussing the various flavors of Italian gelato with Rambo. The door opened, and by the time Rambo had his arm around Elio's shoulders (the assassin realized this kid, only slightly younger, had been the one serving guests all along), as they descended the stairs, they realized the guests had already dispersed without him noticing.
The Vongola was sitting on the first floor, a newspaper beside him, smiling as Rokudo Mukuro and Gokudera argued over something. As soon as Rambo saw him, he let go of Elio, called out the Vongola's name affectionately, and ran downstairs, throwing himself into the arms of the leader.
"I was wondering why you were all here," the Vongola patted Rambo's shoulder. "So this isn't just for a bite to eat." He raised his hand, and Gokudera stopped arguing. Rokudo Mukuro snorted and fell silent. Only Elio was left, walking down the spiral staircase. He met the Vongola's smiling eyes, as if asking how his recent trip had been.
But when Vongola opened his mouth, he said, "If you are ready, we will start tomorrow."
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The author has something to say: In case some friends have not seen Tutor, here are some basic settings of Tutor, and you can also share science with each other in the comment area [poor][poor]
This is a world where fire can be lit for fighting. This fire, called "Death Fire," is ignited by strong will. The seven most common types of fire are sky, cloud, fog, haze (also known as strong wind), clear, thunder, and rain. There are also earth-attributed fires and night flames.
**It can also be simply understood as cultivating immortal spiritual roots or adding attributes to DND group games (eye shift). At first, everyone thought it was a rare thing, and at most one person had one kind of fire, but later they found that everyone could actually light a fire, and could light many different kinds of fire.
***You can light a fire with the gem ring, and then use the fire from the ring to open the "box". This "box" is a box-shaped weapon that can hold fire-powered animals for fighting, and can also be used to store things. (It's quite similar to the personal space...)
****What Elio didn't know: The leaders of families like the Vongola are usually of the Sky Attribute, and their subordinates are usually six "Guardians," representing the six attributes other than the Sky Attribute. They usually have a very close relationship with the leader, like family.
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