Chapter 145 She Will Live With Time
Gold mine refers to ore containing gold that is mined by humans.
If more than 50 grams of gold can be extracted from one ton of gold ore, it can be called a super-rich ore.
Even if the ore vein is as huge as a mountain, the average reserves can only produce more than 100 tons of gold.
It may seem like a lot, but gold is very massive. 100 tons of gold is just a drop in the bucket compared to the massive mountain itself.
But now this...
Judging from the area visible to the naked eye, the mid-mountain platform where the Hiromori Shrine is located - or in other words, the entire southern area of the mountain protruding outward - was originally a huge and pure "gold nugget" that grew abruptly from the rocky mountain.
“How much is this…”
Accompanied by the dreamy murmurs of the young man Sawada, even the world's number one killer who was used to seeing big scenes was speechless.
He strongly suspected that after the second generation of the Vongola family usurped the throne, he immediately adopted an iron-fisted approach to rule the underworld. One reason was that he felt that order required this...
Second, it is possible that most of the Vongola's assets at the time were taken away by the first generation who retired and went abroad, making a desperate move.
So, it turns out that making black money, especially monopolistic black money, can alleviate the financial crisis more quickly!
But did Vongola have so much money back then?
Reborn touched his chin thoughtfully: The Vongola originated from the Self-Defense Corps, and most of its initial funds came from the inheritance that Giotto inherited from his father.
Later, Lan Bao joined, and his father probably gave him a lot...
In this way, they casually went through the struggle history of the first generation of Vongola. The baby fell lightly into the gap, and the skilled and courageous one walked down along the crack.
This was not his illusion.
After walking a few steps, Reborn stood at the junction of the courtyard, where the crack was the largest, and slowly stopped:
Not to mention that the gold is 100% refined, judging from the degree of compression of the soil attached to the gold, all of this is man-made.
Someone created this golden mountain, then hid it, and even modified it (its front was too flat).
Then, they built the Namimori Shrine on this platform - or the former ancestral home of the Sawada family - and opened another mountain road, so that pedestrians coming and going over the next few hundred years would help them trample this "big gold" into part of the mountain.
Judging from the time, the only one who can do this is the first generation.
But this brings us back to the original question: Did the Vongola really have so much money back then?
But that doesn't really matter.
He was just curious for a moment. It didn't matter whether the first generation of Vongola had so much money. What was important was that this mansion, or this mountain, was still the property of the Sawada family.
In other words, the silly apprentice behind him, Sawada Tsunayoshi, who still looks stupid, is the rightful owner of this gold mountain.
To Reborn, what belongs to Tsunayoshi Sawada is equivalent to what belongs to the Vongola.
The fiscal deficit can be saved.
Compared to the other people (demons) who were still in shock, especially the confused Yato - he saved money by the 50 cents in his early years, enough to fill a glass bottle, which was considered a milestone in his life as a god.
Such a huge gold mountain...
Reborn was the one who got rid of the influence of gold the fastest. He walked to the man in sportswear whose eyes were turning golden, and looked down at his feet thoughtfully.
The platform halfway up the mountain where the shrine is located was deliberately trimmed out. After the upper layer was completely flattened, the re-cast part replaced the function of the foundation.
So what Tsunayoshi Sawada saw before was indeed a standard golden square brick.
And here...
The baby used the long stick that the lizard had transformed into to poke the already cracked stone and spread out the piles of dirt and clods:
This is where the front and atrium meet, and it's also right on the left and right central axes of the building - in other words, this is the exact center of the entire building complex.
Coincidentally, there is a gold brick lying at this "central intersection".
And around it, there is a circle of almost undetectable gaps.
Reborn remembered that in traditional Eastern Feng Shui, there seemed to be a custom of burying symbolic objects in the foundation.
Feng, who is also one of the Arcobalenos, once said in a casual chat: In this case, the things buried in the four corners may be done with malicious intent, but the things buried deliberately in the center are all very important.
For example, family tree or something.
I don't know why the first generation did this to adapt to local customs...
Reborn lifted the brim of his hat, made the tip of his cane as thin as paper, carefully inserted it into the gap, and exerted a little force upwards.
With a clear sound, the upper layer of the gold brick slowly rose up, and the sun at eight or nine o'clock shone directly on the "box" made of heavy metal. The gold that had been buried underground for hundreds of years naturally flashed a dazzling light when it saw the light of day again.
Under the multiple dizzies, it seemed as if even the things in the "box" were competing to shine.
No, not "like".
The familiar flame wavered, burning quietly in the center of the "box." Although the warm orange light had long been hidden in the darkness underground, at this moment, it still emitted warm, gentle, and firm ripples, looking at...
It looked like a ball of peaceful sunlight.
——They are really glowing.
"This is……"
Yato, who was still immersed in Jinshan, let out an exaggerated "Wow".
He carefully moved his feet away, marveling as if this wasn't fire, but some magical little animal. He lowered his head to look at the silent baby at his feet and asked without hesitation, "What is this?"
"Just a clever little trick."
The fox demon not far away looked listless, as if the familiar scent of fire had brought back some unpleasant memories. His eyelids drooped, and his whole face became subtly mean.
Yato listened to this ironic answer in confusion, then turned his face to the baby at his feet.
With a round face and round eyes, coupled with an eager desire to learn, it can be said that it is very cute.
However, the one who answered him was not Reborn, who was lost in thought.
——"This is the fire of death."
The dusty young man Sawada wiped the dirt off his cheeks, raised his hands in cotton gloves in the air, and clenched them lightly. An orange flame suddenly emerged from the center, turning the wool into black leather.
He carried that ball of leaping flame and walked step by step to the middle door.
As he got closer, the flame that had been burning in the giant "box" for who knows how many years seemed to sense an unspeakable touch, and the flame core suddenly rose three feet. Reborn's figure, which was not even as high as an adult's knee, was completely covered inside in an instant.
And with the wonderful synchronization of the two flames, after flickering seven times in a row, with a clear "puff" sound, the stable "sunlight" in the center of the box finally became lower and lower under the continuous leaps.
In the end, they quietly went out, leaving only a layer of light film wrapping the objects.
And the remaining trace slowly faded away under the sunlight after just a few seconds.
“How magical…”
The former Kakuzu-shin, who was never stingy with praise, or that [wow.jpg] face from just now: "It's clearly fire, but it can melt like ice~"
The sea knows no bounds, shells pile up and pass down from generation to generation, rainbows appear and disappear occasionally.
The brown-haired boy whispered the motto he had heard from Uni, explaining, "The 'shells' that are passed down from generation to generation represent the power inherited by the Vongola."
Sawada Tsunayoshi raised his hand, revealing a ring faintly visible in his glove.
“This is the power of time.”
After saying that, he walked over to his tutor and slowly squatted down, then extended his palm, which was still covered with flames, into the center of the "box" that the baby's eyes had been fixed on.
Alcobaleno took up his stick and struck him.
"You're wrong, stupid."
The baby looked at the neatly arranged items in the "box" and said in a small but firm voice, "This is the power to resist time."
=====
The contents of the box were nothing special.
Compared to those exquisite and gorgeous so-called "feng shui instruments" that Reborn saw from Feng in his early years when he was bored, the things here were so homely that they made people want to cry.
—Folded clothes, a floral cloth towel (probably a pillowcase), an old-fashioned makeup mirror with carved brass patterns, a mahogany makeup box (most likely artificially dyed), a paperweight made of polished black stone, rabbits and birds carved from ox horns, and a simple bamboo flute.
In addition, there were three or five small boxes stacked together.
The size of the "box" was about the same as the gold bricks that Reborn had previously observed, about one meter long and half a meter wide. After putting these things in, it was almost full.
On top of these boxes, there was a palm-sized wooden sign.
This is a watch.
To put it simply, it is the doorplate at the entrance of every modern residence with the owner's surname written on it.
And on this piece of paper, it says Vongola.
Vongola.
Italian cursive.
On the other side of the wooden plaque, driven by a strange intuition, Sawada Tsunayoshi reached out and turned over the note:
On the other side, the Chinese characters "沢田" are written.
For a moment, Sawada Tsunayoshi, the future tenth-generation leader of the Vongola, looked at the two-sided wooden sign and didn't even know how to describe the feelings in his heart - this feeling was like suddenly finding the so-called "destiny" from a hundred years of time and from the cycle of fate.
However, the tenth generation is "destined" to be unable to analyze his own heart quietly.
Because the next second, his tutor hit him on the head with a stick for the second time.
“Tsk.”
The baby smacked his lips in disdain and squinted at him. "These are things that the First Generation used fire to resist the erosion of time to preserve. Who told you to be so reckless as to touch them with your hands?"
Sawada Tsunayoshi was immediately furious, but after opening his mouth again and again, he swallowed his rebuttal and his eyes involuntarily fell on the card again.
The other side of Vongola is Sawada.
For the first generation Vongola Giotto and later Sawada Ieyasu, this was both the end of the former and the beginning of the latter.
The transition point between the new and the old is the moment when he wrote this wooden sign.
In other words, it was the moment when he made up his mind and agreed to Gatlin's decision to make such a wooden sign.
——This sign was written by Suzuki Sonoko, who has the best-looking subtitles among the four.
As for these boxes, the baby naturally picked up one and looked at it. It was just an ordinary wooden box, not even locked. It was probably just for storage.
"Reborn!"
The young man Sawada immediately shook off his previous sentimentality and said indignantly, "You said it was a very important thing and I can't touch it with my hands!"
"My emphasis is on being reckless," Reborn said.
His little hands, not much bigger than a glutinous rice ball, gently opened the lid of the box and looked carefully at the contents.
"The flames freeze their time."
The objects now felt no different than they did hundreds of years ago, the moment before they were engulfed in flames. "But they must always be handled with care."
Over there, as if sensing something from afar, the fox, which had been full of evil spirits, relaxed its arms that were wrapped in flames and slowly walked closer in high-heeled wooden clogs.
Yato simply squatted on the spot, imitating Tsunayoshi's posture, and looked into the "box" thoughtfully.
"They're all girls' stuff."
Yato completely ignored the baby's deep gaze and rummaged through the "box". Then, as if suddenly realizing something, his eyes widened and he murmured in surprise, "Are these... all Sonoko's things?"
"No," Sawada Tsunayoshi shook his head: "To be precise, it should be something from her previous life."
——The box in Reborn's hand contained some small things that looked like special keepsakes (unless it had special symbolic meaning, he didn't think anyone would store a piece of hemp rope like this).
On the inside of the box lid, there is a small oil painting nailed to it.
On a summer night with stars and moon, there is a corridor bathed in orange lights, a low table with fruits and snacks, and four people sitting on the corridor.
This scene looks very familiar.
The baby's fingers slid across four faces in a row, and finally, they stopped for a long time on the only female, a brown-haired girl in a kimono who was sitting on both sides of the low table with the first generation.
More than a month ago, they found dozens of masterpieces left by the first generation of Ranmori in the back warehouse of this shrine, and the one placed on the top at that time was such a summer night painting.
In terms of detail, the smaller portrait was painted later, because it depicts Lan Shou's tattoos in detail based on the former, and there is a matching signature under each male portrait.
Reborn could almost imagine the process of the creation of these two paintings.
Because Huoshui died young, no, he thought about it and changed his words, it might be because of Huoshui's sudden disappearance that Lan Shou painted the oil painting that looked like a group photo for the purpose of remembrance.
And then, many years later—or perhaps not that long—they reshaped the mountain, built a new mansion, and decided to leave traces of her presence there.
So a "box" was left in the center, and all the things related to her were placed in it, and the finale was a "group photo".
They hung the big one and left the small one for her.
Then the building was sealed.
From then on, the dead fire of the vast sky burned quietly in the depths of gold;
And the dazzling gold has been buried deep under the soil for a long time.
The people in the mansion changed again and again, but the history and traces of Sawada were eventually slowly absorbed into the building itself.
Many years later, the first generations returned to the rings due to the end of their lives, and engraved time in the flames of Vongola.
The flames lingered on, enveloping the memories and people they once cherished, burning quietly in the center of their "home."
A full four hundred years.
——Time is changing, but she stays with time.
The author has something to say: The first generation probably won't appear in the main story, and the part where the first generation appears in the animation seems to be original work of the TV team. As for the extra stories, it depends on the situation.
I heard from my grandmother that people buried things underground in the ancestral home. Some buried various grains, some buried family trees, and some buried official seals of ancestors. I don’t know if it was a custom in her hometown, or maybe it represents some bad meaning in other places. But just treat it as my second setting.
I know the exact time when the badge appears. I'll mention it here to prevent some cuties from mistakenly catching it as a bug.
There should be more tomorrow, good night everyone.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
