Chapter 62: Ten Lifetimes of Fateful Fate Vongola
Yamamoto was worried and felt that there was something wrong with the girl who wanted to pursue his son.
There is no love or hate without reason in the world. He knows that his son is handsome, but he is just a school idol. How can he be worth so much money?
You've only met once, and spoken no more than ten sentences. Your girlish heart is aroused, and your old father is happy to see it as a child's hormonal excitement. But when you meet this guy who throws money at you right away - it's obvious that what this young lady wants to have is not a serious relationship!
However, Yamamoto Takeshi was unaware of this.
He was neither surprised nor shocked, but he rubbed the back of his head naturally: "Oh, really?"
Suzuki Sonoko was about to nod, but then she felt something was wrong.
She wanted to give him something because she had violated his privacy and so she came to compensate him. But now, because Yamamoto Takeshi is a member of the Vongola, she didn't succeed in violating his privacy at all!
Having money doesn’t mean being stupid. If you are not successful, why waste money?
So Sonoko's expression hesitated for a moment.
Yamamoto Takeshi burst out laughing: "I knew it, you are joking!"
Suzuki Sonoko looked at his bright smiling face, and thought of Asari Ugetsu's basically calm demeanor. She felt uncomfortable and turned away without saying a word.
Yamamoto Takeshi looked at her back, his expression suddenly becoming a little serious.
After returning to the store, Father Yamamoto rubbed the back of his head and sighed with lingering fear: "It turns out it was just a joke. I thought she really wanted to spend so much money..."
After hearing this, Yamamoto Takeshi lowered his head and thought for a moment, then told his father, "Even though she finally accepted it as a joke, I still feel like...she really considered it."
Yamamoto's father frowned: Alas, this guy is really not a serious person!
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Suzuki Sonoko returned home and called Mimasaka Rei again.
Mei Zuo was so angry at the salty look on his face that he had no mood to eat. He stayed in the F4 lounge in a daze. It happened that Daoming Si seemed to be in love recently and was watching romance dramas like a mentally retarded person.
As he watched, he couldn't help but smile foolishly.
When Suzuki Sonoko called, the male protagonist played by Tsuruga Ren was looking for an old antique shop in a charming alley in the bustling city, and asked the master craftsman there if he had ever seen an ivory fan.
He took a painting, which showed a beautiful woman with a fan in her hand.
While hesitating whether to answer the phone, Mimasaka Rei recognized the heroine as Yuka Tagawa.
——He is not a fan, he just happened to sleep with her a few days ago.
In the movie, the male protagonist told the master in the store that he often dreamed of a beautiful ancient woman. Not long after, he found a painting. Later, he discovered that the ivory fan in the woman's hand was a recorded antique, which was sold from this store. So he came to the store to see if he could find any information about the woman in the painting.
The old man raised his head and muttered: "It's just a dream, why are you looking for her?"
Tsuruga Ren lowered her head and said, "I recently met a woman who looked like her, and I felt a little uneasy."
Daomingsi burst into laughter.
Mei Zuoling was confused.
Curly smugly taunted, "If you run into someone who looks like you, why don't you just go up and ask that woman? Why are you asking around with a painting? Are you retarded?"
Mei Zuoling looked at him with a frown on her face as she saw him laughing foolishly. She thought to herself, what if it was the eldest son of Daomingsi, and he suddenly met a stranger, and then that person said, "I've been dreaming every day recently, dreaming of someone who looks like you."
What will he do?
Given the young master's temper, he would definitely kick him!
Look, Mei Zuo Ling sighed and shook his head: Another little bastard who lacks the ability to think from other people's perspective because his life is too smooth.
Mei Zuo, who suddenly found himself surrounded by people like this, almost suffocated, but he held it back.
After weighing the pros and cons, he decided to answer Suzuki Sonoko's call.
Although the logic of these two willful ghosts is equally suffocating, at least Suzuki Sonoko is a woman.
As a playboy, the basic favorability of all female creatures in front of him is ten points higher than that of male creatures.
"Why are you calling again?"
Ms. Suzuki said shamelessly: "I want to know about the Vongola."
Misaku Rei: "...You're asking for trouble. Why are you investigating the Godfather's family?"
Suzuki Sonoko didn't say anything.
Mimasaka Reiko was quick to connect the dots and asked, "For that guy named Yamamoto Takeshi?"
wrong.
The clue started out by saying, "For that guy named Chao Li Yu Yue?"
There was a long pause on the other end of the phone, followed by a "hmm."
"Why are you suddenly investigating a person who lived four hundred years ago?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt something was wrong. Although his voice was nice, when did it start to have the special effects of a duet?
The boss turned around sharply.
In the movie, the old shop owner was looking down on Tsuruga Ren with a glare. Because the subtitles were delayed, Mimasaka Ling clearly saw a line of familiar handwriting.
[Why are you suddenly investigating a person who lived four hundred years ago?]
Is... such a coincidence?
Mei Zuo boss lowered his head, took out another mobile phone, and searched for the plot synopsis of the movie.
The male protagonist fell in love with the woman in his dream and always felt that he and her had a connection in their previous life. The female protagonist discovered something was wrong, and many stories happened between the two of them by accident. In the end, they got married happily as if they had reunited in their past life.
Mei Zuoling stared at her phone screen with an indescribable expression.
Then he didn't know what was going on in his head. The more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong. He asked directly, "By the way, where did you find such an unknown person before? You even know what he looks like?"
You have to know that ancient paintings are distorted, especially Japanese paintings that inherited from Chinese ink painting. The main focus of painting people is momentum and artistic conception. Fine brushwork and line drawing are used to paint flowers, birds, and maids. Portraits of men are more difficult to describe.
But Suzuki Sonoko once said with certainty: Yamamoto Takeshi and Asari Ugetsu are 100% similar.
As firm as if she had met both of them separately.
Suzuki Sonoko was stuck by this question.
She was just calling to get some basic information. As a middleman, was it appropriate for Mei Zuo Ling to be so gossipy?
But because her brain was stuck, she couldn't say this.
——If Mei Zuo Ling knew that she was defined as an intelligence broker, she would fly over right now and pinch her face to vent her anger.
There was no answer on the other end of the phone for a long time, but the movie went on slowly: the male protagonist was scolded by the old man, and after a long silence, he replied: "Although I have only seen her in my dreams, I know she is my ex-lover..."
The confession-like lines that followed were drowned out by Daomingsi's hearty laughter.
Misaku Rei's mouth twitched, and she leaned against the door frame and asked Suzuki Sonoko, "You... could it be that you saw that person named Asari Ugetsu in your dream?"
Sonoko didn't understand Misaku's train of thought for a moment, but she was a bit lazy about using her brain. Someone had found a reason, so she thought about it and just said "hmm".
【Ancient people who met in dreams】
【portrait】
Modern people who look exactly the same
[I have recovered my memory and am looking for you who doesn’t remember your past life]
The gangster was filled with emotion when he read the plot summary on the mobile phone web page: art comes from life, but it is not higher than life, but rather condescends to overlap with life!
Sojiro might be finished.
Mimasaka Ling felt subtly worried: Look at this melodramatic scene of renewing their past relationship in this life, I'm afraid Yamamoto Takeshi is going to win at the starting line!
"Hello!"
Miss Suzuki, who didn't understand what Mimasaka Rei was worried about, sighed and reiterated the main purpose of this call.
"Let's talk about the Vongola."
Mei Zuoling really hated her habit of adding interjections when speaking, which was sticky and not smooth at all. At this moment, she subconsciously touched her itchy earlobe, and by the way, forgot her original intention of being angry, and started to talk about her problem.
The Vongola family may have many well-known industries on the surface, but since they are not directly named, it is assumed that the black and white parts are separate.
Therefore, Mimasaka Rei did not mention the shipping or jewelry industry involved in the Vongola, but simply described the general structure of the underground world and told Sonoko the specific definition of the Godfather family.
The earliest mafia actually appeared in the 14th century. Vongola is not the one with the longest history, nor the most senior one, but it is definitely the most glorious one.
To put it bluntly, rather than saying that Vongola is the leader of the Mafia, it is better to say that the existence of Vongola represents the order of the Mafia.
The first generation of Vongola established the rules with an unwavering integrity, the second generation of Vongola used brutality and ruthlessness to turn it into the terror the underground world needed, and then relied on generations of Vongola to turn it into a stabilizing force.
The sea knows no bounds of its vastness, shells pile up and pass down from generation to generation, and rainbows appear occasionally and disappear in an instant.
Compared to the often missing Mare Ring, and the Rainbow Children who are chosen and die from generation to generation and have different origins, the Vongola is a family that was chosen by one-third of the world's cornerstones and is lucky enough to be favored for a long time.
Because the Vongola represents the vertical timeline, they are destined to be passed down from generation to generation.
Outsiders only know that the Godfather's family heritage still intimidates the Japanese giants, but they don't know that the ultimate reliance of the Vongola, which has been able to remain invincible for hundreds of years despite being deep in the center of darkness, is actually the seven rings.
Of course, no matter how many unknown fantasy factors there are, at least in the eyes of outsiders, if the Godfather has not been washed away by the waves on the beach for hundreds of years, it means that he has absolutely extraordinary strategic vision and armed forces.
In this already established underground world, "never provoke the Godfather's family" is the first iron rule.
Although Asia and Europe are far apart, in the world of Japanese comics, China, the United States and Russia are just background figures. Although they are always mentioned invisibly, whether it is saving the world or destroying the world, it generally has nothing to do with these three countries and the people in those countries.
Europe and Japan are the focus.
So even though they are thousands of miles apart, the Vongola family, chosen as the cornerstone of the world, has become the mainstay of the underground world and has a subtle commanding role over the Japanese underworld.
At least Mei Zuo Ling would avoid them.
In the end, Suzuki Sonoko didn't get much specific information about the Vongola from Mimasaka Rei, but through his dry, adjective-free summary of responsibilities, Suzuki Sonoko found an analogy according to her own logic.
To the entire underground world, Vongola is like the Golden Kingdom to the country of Japan, and cannot be touched.
Suzuki Sonoko was a little surprised, but that didn't prevent her from accepting this fact.
Vongola means clam in Italian. Sonoko had always thought that the power grab and retreat mentioned by G was just a life-and-death duel between a group of seafood merchants.
It turns out that this is a mafia, the largest one in the world.
Miss Suzuki thought for a long time after making such a judgment. Yamamoto Takeshi was on the list of heirs of the Godfather family, but he was definitely not short of money. The ancestral Yin-Yang magic notebook that she had been thinking about might not be available for purchase.
So Yuanzi thought for a moment and remembered what his uncle had taught him, the "sugar-coated bullet that is filled with heart."
Cash cow Soma Yukihira showed no signs of being shaken by the sugar-coated bullets. For the sake of her own sleep quality, she added another name to her list of people she had impressed with great difficulty.
Miss Suzuki, who always had trouble finding the right measure when it came to respecting people with lower standards, set out for Take Sushi again early the next morning without waiting for the right time to prepare.
Because it was really early, I happened to see Yamamoto Takeshi carrying a bamboo sword and going to the small waterfall on the back mountain of Namimori Shrine to practice swordsmanship.
At that time, Suzuki Sonoko was halfway out of the car, with her upper body outside the car and her lower body inside the car. Yamamoto Takeshi opened the shop door while breathing heavily, and when he lowered his head, they happened to meet eyes.
"Ah," the young man tapped his shoulder while carrying his bamboo sword, and said in surprise, "Are you here to eat so early?"
In fact, Sonoko realized that the time was not suitable when she got on the car, but she didn't feel like sleeping because she was being chased by Rokudo Mukuro, so she nodded without any guilt.
Yamamoto Takeshi was a little distressed: "My dad hasn't gotten up yet, so the shop is closed right now."
Yuanzi didn't speak.
Yamamoto Takeshi originally thought that she would leave, but for some reason, when he thought of this person's unusual attitude when they met the previous two times, he suddenly felt that she would find other reasons to stay.
Because her purpose of coming to the store never seemed to be to eat.
But him.
Yamamoto felt a little ashamed of the narcissistic thoughts that suddenly came to his mind. Suzuki Sonoko remained unmoved, blocking the doorway. The tense atmosphere made him feel a little overwhelmed. He said casually, "Why don't you go with me for a walk and come back when the store opens?"
The customer lady immediately looked up, her eyes so bright that even a thick-skinned person like Yamamoto Takeshi could sense a subtle discomfort.
Then the scene inexplicably changed to Yamamoto Takeshi standing in a small pool and waving a knife at the waterfall, while the young lady in a long dress sat on the shore and watched.
There was an umbrella next to her, and under the umbrella was a small round beech table. When Yamamoto Takeshi finished his training and climbed ashore, soaked in water, the perfect sound of an engine rang out on the mountain road. The handsome assistant brought her some hot ham and quiche with a smile that made people feel like spring breeze.
As a guy who can treat dangerous daily life filled with explosives and bullets as a mafia game, Yamamoto Takeshi has nerves and intuition beyond the comprehension of ordinary people.
From the very beginning, he didn't feel any danger or threat towards Tsuna from the activities arranged by the little devil (Reborn), so he insisted that it was just a game.
At this moment, he looked at this exaggerated scene, and Miss Suzuki Sonoko, who looked perfectly at home in it. The intuitive boy tried to sense it again and again, but still couldn't detect that she had the same desire to like him as she had told her father.
So he followed his usual train of thought and came to a very reasonable conclusion.
This customer lady might want to play a love game with him.
Tsuna plays the mafia game because Vongola is originally a mafia family. Yamamoto accepted the setting of the game becoming reality without hesitation, but he also remembered one thing.
All role-playing games with plots are supported by a premise and settings.
When we get into this young lady's love game, the support point is no longer [Vongola], but the [Ugetsu] that she subconsciously called when they first met.
That's probably a person's name.
And most likely looks a lot like him.
Yamamoto didn't have the leisure to imagine any tragic love stories, as he didn't have the knowledge in that area, but he was a very kind person. As long as it didn't interfere with his work (practicing sword and playing baseball), the young lady could watch from the side if she wanted.
——However, Suzuki Sonoko actually really wanted to talk to him.
——If you don’t talk to me, how do you know if their family has any inherited Yin-Yang magic?
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There was still a week left before the Ring War, and everyone was anxiously trying to improve their fighting power and combat experience by getting beaten up. There wasn't even time to get together and exchange experiences.
Finally, on the eve of the battle, everyone showed up at Tsuna's house in a rare orderly manner. The TV volume was turned up neither too loud nor too low, making it just lively. Mom was cooking in the kitchen.
Coupled with Rambo's screaming and crying, it has a warm and lively feeling.
Everyone was determined and hardworking, but they all looked visibly dusty and thinner. Only Yamamoto Takeshi had a rosy complexion and looked as good as before.
He also brought a hot snack as a gift.
Mukuro was complaining about Shamal with a dark face. He occupied the most central position in the living room and sat happily at the visual center of the tenth generation. Normally, if he was so arrogant, Yamamoto would always do something to block him, whether intentionally or unintentionally.
However, today, after putting down the food, Yamamoto Takeshi unexpectedly didn't say much.
Reborn stepped on the back of the sofa and sat down next to him: "What's wrong?"
Yamamoto scratched the back of his head, not knowing what to say.
"Nothing, just a little troubled..."
Reborn was not in a hurry: "Really? So you still have troubles."
Yamamoto: “Huh?”
The baby yawned. "Because while everyone else was busy training, you were calmly developing a new relationship. I thought everything was going well for you, Yamamoto."
After the tutor dropped a huge bombshell indifferently, Tsunayoshi Sawada had no time to pay attention to what Mukudera said. Although all the adults and children in the living room were still doing their own things, they all began to glance at Yamamoto Takeshi [who betrayed the organization and fell in love] out of the corner of their eyes.
Yamamoto explained with a smile: "It's not a love relationship, it's just that something happened, so she keeps hanging around me."
and……
The young man lowered his voice slightly. "And even if she showed up nearby, it wasn't mainly to see me."
As soon as the words fell, the heroine on TV yelled angrily: "Anyway, you didn't appear next to me just to look at me!"
The heroine is Yuuka Tagawa, and the hero, who was dumped with a face full of old photos, is still the familiar Tsuruga Ren.
Yes, the movie playing on TV now is the same one Daomingsi watched a few days ago.
Hayato Gokudera looked at the TV, then looked at the bastard's shoulder blades who were also shocked by the lines. He was so shocked that he missed the opportunity to mock him.
Tsuna: Is there any hidden story caused by emotional entanglement? (ΩДΩ)
Before he could ask, the heroine on TV gave Yamamoto the answer.
Tagawa Yuka sneered, his voice miserable and sad: "What you saw was never me, you were just looking through me, at a woman who died hundreds of years ago - and she only appeared in your dreams, you don't even know if she exists!"
The proud heroine raised her head and sneered: "I am so good, why should I be a phantom substitute for you to comfort yourself?"
The scene changed, and the heroine had left. Only Tsuruga Ren was left standing there with an unclear expression, muttering to herself: "It has always been you, hundreds of years ago, hundreds of years later, and in my dreams."
Everyone looked at the TV screen, then turned to look at Yamamoto Takeshi. Only five-year-old children like Rambo watched the movie for a long time without understanding it, and laughed heartily with snot bubbles in their noses.
"Yamamoto, you idiot!"
He finally grasped the key point: "You've been mistaken for someone else just like the stupid woman on TV, right? Stupid, stupid, stupid!"
"I'm not admitting my mistake!"
Nana's mother's gentle but disapproving voice and the aroma of food appeared in the living room at the same time. The beautiful and gentle woman gently patted the child's curly soft hair. As a fan of Tsuruga Ren, she wanted to clear her idol's name.
"The character played by Lian Jun is very determined from beginning to end. He believes from the very beginning that the two of them are destined to be together in their previous lives."
"well?"
The five-year-old pointed at the TV and shouted, "But he's calling out two women's names!"
Nana's mother patiently explained the plot to him: "The first one is Yuhua-san's name in her previous life, and the other one is her current name. However, since only Lian-jun recalled the past from her dream, she thought Lian-jun was just calling someone else."
Rambo thought for a long time with the candy ball in his mouth, but didn't understand.
Yamamoto Takeshi stared at the TV screen with a puzzled expression, still without saying a word.
Gokudera Junto is ready to use this romance plot to hold Yamamoto Takeshi back in front of the tenth generation.
Reborn seemed to have calculated everyone's reaction time, and before Mukuro could really start mocking him, he lightly threw the topic back to Yamamoto.
"So," the cute little baby said calmly, "I thought you were just relaxing, but it turns out you were dragged into a complicated love story?"
Because of Varian's aggressiveness, Cerbero carried out large-scale transformations in Namimori Town. The manpower around Namimori has actually reached the point of being stretched to the limit. The people who have been catching spies outside recently are all the people brought back by Sawada Iemitsu from the external consultants.
So his intelligence network was slightly delayed and the level of detail decreased a lot.
In other words, he knew that a girl who seemed to be in love appeared around Yamamoto, but he only knew that this girl had no fighting ability and could not make any waves, so he did not have the leisure to find out who this girl was.
He put Lien aside and looked up at Yamamoto Takeshi, who looked a little awkward but unaware of it.
"what's on your mind?"
Yamamoto looked confused: "Huh?"
Reborn: "If she's interfering with your training, she should have been removed from the beginning."
Yamamoto said embarrassedly: "Not really, she just stayed in my shop most of the time..."
——Suzuki Sonoko later thought it through: Even if there were some heirlooms, Yamamoto’s father should know more about it than Yamamoto the boy, so she turned from evil to good and changed her target.
Reborn is very perceptive. In fact, human psychology is very easy to guess.
"Who do you think she's watching through you? At first, you thought it was helpful so you didn't mind, but after watching for a while, it still feels a bit annoying, right?"
This "hate" does not mean that she hates the person who looks at him. After all, in this situation, she will definitely be cautious with you, caring about you, and want to get closer to you wholeheartedly.
Because what they see in you is the person they care about the most, so that kind of serious dedication will not be fake.
Therefore, according to people's habitual thinking, when they are treated as a substitute, they will subconsciously hate the "real thing" even more.
That is, she hates the person she sees through you.
Although it was the eve of the war, Reborn had already made up his mind. Compared to the tenth generation leader, who was so nervous that his stomach ached but still couldn't understand the thoughts of his young subordinate, Reborn had already made rational use of his killer logic that changed at any time and began to think - if Yamamoto Takeshi's young heart was really broken, how should he deal with this woman who appeared inexplicably.
By the way, the world's number one killer touched his beloved lizard: and that inexplicable "real thing".
While he was thinking about this, Yamamoto was left with a confused face under Mukudera's violent squeeze. Mukudera Junto, who originally wanted to mock him, forgot his language skills in an instant after seeing the confused face, and yelled at him with a contradictory tone.
"in this case!"
The silver-gray-haired boy was about to pull out a bomb when he saw this: "When she dared to look you in the face and call someone else's name, you should have just punched her!"
——Although Mukudera is a gentleman by nature, family members are more important anyway, even though this member doesn't get along well with him.
The insensitive Yamamoto Takeshi didn't realize that Chugaidera Junto was being offensive to him. He just scratched his cheek good-naturedly and said, "Because she just said a short word at first. It was only after I thought about it that I realized it was a name without a surname."
In fact, until now, he has not yet determined which two Chinese characters correspond to that syllable.
Sitting on the side, Sawada Tsunayoshi finally found an opportunity to interrupt and hurriedly asked, "What's that person's name?"
Yamamoto Takeshi pursed his lips.
"Ugetsu."
"well?"
The one who exclaimed was Shamar, the philandering doctor who was eating for free. He swung the bottle of foreign liquor in his hand, his cheeks flushed and his eyes were so sleepy that he couldn't open them. "Why do I feel like this sounds a little familiar?"
Reborn raised his hand without saying a word, and Len cooperated by turning into a big hammer. With a crisp sound, the hammer fell and Shamal quickly fell to the ground.
The ninth Vongola master's most trusted assassin blinked indifferently and said in a childish voice, "As a member of the Vongola family, you are confused about the family's history. You deserve a beating."
The history of Vongola is not short, and the number of leaders has reached double digits. However, for people within the family, although each generation of leaders is a hero in building the family, the first generation and his friends are the eternal C position.
For Japanese people, when they hear kana, they have to consider which Chinese characters it is written, but for Italians, they will only remember the simple romanization - no matter how many different Japanese names this string of romanizations can translate into, for Vongola, this string of syllables will always have one and only one meaning.
This was the name of the first Rain Guardian.
"But that's impossible!"
Gokudera Junto slammed his hand on the table. "There are many people with that name. It can't be the first generation of Amemori. With his shoulder blades like this, how can he have the grace of the first generation of guardians?!"
Tsunayoshi Sawada looked at his desk with heartache, struggling over whether or not to stop him.
Liao Ping didn't worry about anything else. He just wanted to open Yamamoto Takeshi's head. He was curious whether they really looked that similar.
"Who knows?"
The baby in the suit pushed up the brim of his hat. "The first generations lived before photography was invented, so there's no accurate footage left."
But they all have portraits.
——However, those portraits are hung in a corridor in the center of the family and will only be opened when the leader takes over. The new godfather will complete this journey under the gaze of the portraits of the predecessors, and then officially inherit the family as the leader.
"If you want to see what the Rain Guardian Asari Ugetsu looks like, wait until Futsuna inherits the family." Reborn glanced at his foolish apprentice, "Only if he can survive XANXUS."
Tsunayoshi Sawada, who suddenly felt that his life was in great danger, was so tired that he almost didn't want to continue eating. However, the five-year-old Rambo never realized the seriousness of the matter.
"Rambo wants to see it."
The child's voice was innocent and cute: "Rambo wants to see the portrait of the first guardian, Tsuna, please show it to me quickly!"
Tsuna now gets a headache whenever he thinks of the ferocious look of Varian and his gang. When he sees Rambo throwing a tantrum, his first reaction is not "hurry up and comfort him" as before, but the sage mode of "look, this is such a naughty kid, and he's going to fight tomorrow too."
Instead of waiting for the familiar comfort, Rambo's tears suddenly burst out like a flood, making so much noise that the house began to fall apart. Sawada Iemitsu had just woken up and was walking down the stairs with his eyes closed. He was so startled by his sudden howl that he almost stepped on the wrong stairs and fell.
The calf was still rolling on the ground: "I want to see it, I want to see it, why won't you let me see it! Rambo wants to see the portraits of the first generations, la la la -"
He rolled around the living room in a round shape, then stopped right at the feet of the Vongola's golden lion, hugged Iemitsu's legs and began to wipe his nose.
After wiping his nose, he continued to cry.
Varian's methods have never been restrained, so the person responsible for monitoring Varian's movements in the middle of the night these days is Sawada Iemitsu himself.
He had been staying up all night for several days straight, his ears were almost hallucinating. When the naughty kid hugged him, he fell on the sofa without any image, scratched his chest like a frustrated middle-aged uncle, swung his legs and comforted Rambo, saying: "Go and see if you want. The Italian side has more symbolic significance, and there are still many remaining portraits in Japan-"
Before he could finish his words, he opened his mouth and yawned fiercely.
When he opened his eyes, the room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Rambo stared at him in a daze with his grape-like eyes wide open.
Reborn didn't seem affected, but he was silent for several seconds before asking, "Do you have a portrait of the first generation preserved in your home?"
"What else?"
Sawada Iemitsu rubbed his forehead vigorously, looked at his surprised son, and said with a smile, "Our family is originally the descendants of the first generation who emigrated to Japan. What's so strange about preserving a few portraits of our ancestors?"
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These paintings were all painted by Gatling.
The first generation of Ranmori G, although he has a bad temper and will shoot your whole family with arrows if they disagree with him, he is actually the calmest person by nature. He and Giotto are childhood sweethearts, so his family background is naturally not bad. In order to temper his temper during his youth, he actually studied painting seriously for a period of time.
After coming to Japan, although G went into the mountains to chase rabbits every now and then, he began to avoid the woods after picking up strange humanoid creatures again and again. Everyone was quiet (except Chao Li Yuyue, who was quieter than him when sawing table legs) and doing activities to improve their artistic cultivation, so he naturally picked up painting.
As a pure Vongola person, he did not leave room for Suzuki Sonoko in his first work.
But it has been there since the second picture.
From the exaggerated gold mountain when they first met, to the house they bought after living together - and after her sudden disappearance due to a momentary negligence, Suzuki Sonoko has become one of the eternal themes of G's paintings.
When he had nothing to do, he would paint according to his memory, and Giotto would sit beside him and watch with a cup of tea. Although Chao Li Yuyue was concentrating on sawing the table legs [playing the flute], when the song was over, he still reached out and touched the canvas to tell him that the color of Sonoko's eyes was wrong.
There was no particular feeling of regret, because separation caused by negligence had long become commonplace for them.
In fact, these three people just didn't expect it.
——Unexpectedly, even though they had already escaped from the world of the mafia and started a retirement life of drinking tea and growing flowers, they still seemed to have not escaped it and unexpectedly lost the partner they were arguing with the previous second.
But everyone is really mature enough, so they still live their daily lives leisurely as usual, but the image of G painting Suzuki Sonoko's portrait when he is free has become the eternal background board for everyone's leisurely days.
Even if we only pick out the good paintings that are worth framing, this will still be a lot of souvenirs that need to be well preserved.
Even Sawada Iemitsu didn't have the patience to take a good look at it after opening the box.
Reborn didn't dwell on how many portraits of the first generation were left in Japan, but simply asked, "Where are they?"
Sawada Iemitsu frowned and began to think.
"Namori Town was originally a small village. Our ancestral home is located halfway up the mountain. Actually, that piece of land was purchased by the first generation of Amemori."
Sawada Tsunayoshi: "..."
Sawada Tsunayoshi: "Do we still have an ancestral home?"
"Of course there is, silly son," Sawada Iemitsu yawned and said calmly, "Namori Shrine was built on the site of our ancestral home."
Yamamoto Takeshi, a native of Namimori, widened his eyes in shock.
"But that was decades ago. Namimori Shrine is rarely used these days. Our things are still kept in the storeroom behind the shrine, and your mother has the key."
"Namori Shrine...is it owned by our family?"
Sawada Tsunayoshi's expression seemed puzzled: "Why have I never heard of this?"
Reborn's mouth twitched, and he thought to himself, you don't even know what your own father looks like since you were a child, how do you expect to know what you have in your family?
Sawada Iemitsu collapsed on the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling as he pondered, "I remember finding a large box of paintings when I was rummaging through the warehouse. They should have depicted the first generation and their lives in Japan..."
Reborn wanted to kick him directly.
The Vongola's golden lion keenly sensed the fleeting malice and spread his hands towards Arcobaleno, who was sitting in his son's arms. "It's not that I don't care, but those are just some of the old things left over from when my grandfather had the shrine renovated. They'll just be stored in the warehouse after they're sorted out, right?"
——The only time he entered the warehouse was before he officially set off for Italy. The box was very heavy, and it was filled with a pile of canvases, so he just flipped through a few of them out of consideration.
At that time, he was young and full of vigor. Compared to the portrait that had been covered with dust for who knows how many years, the real Vongola was waiting for him across the sea.
He had always known that there were such portraits, but he felt that they were not important at all.
However, for the curious teenagers, these portraits are extremely important!
So we skipped dinner and ran towards Namimori Shrine as if we were being chased.
Reborn was also curious, but he didn't need to say it clearly. As long as he sat on Tsuna's shoulders, these kids would naturally transport him to his destination.
Namimori Shrine is very large, but the buildings are sparsely populated.
According to Sawada Iemitsu, who stayed at home and didn't like to move, it was because the Sawada family had always had a small population, so instead of building a lot of houses, it would be more convenient to leave more space for landscape decoration.
Tsunayoshi Sawada stood in front of the huge torii gate at the entrance of the shrine and thought to himself, I can't believe that such a large area actually belongs to him.
Without sighing for a few seconds, he turned around quickly and followed the main force to look for a warehouse.
The key to the warehouse is in Nana Sawada's hands, but she has never touched it since she got it. It has been left in a biscuit box gathering dust. The lock is relatively old-fashioned, and it squeaks when it is opened. Combined with the quiet environment of Namimori Shrine, it has a somewhat mysterious and secluded feeling.
The warehouse was a mess, with tools from all eras. Sawada Tsunayoshi even found the old refrigerator he had replaced when he was a child, and the legendary big box was in the corner next to the refrigerator.
After Heiwa Yamamoto finally managed to pull out the box and open it, Sawada Tsunayoshi finally understood why his father didn't take a closer look.
——Inside the box was a large pile of waste paper. Under the waste paper, you could see something that looked like a picture frame. The reason why you could only see the shape was because each painting seemed to be wrapped in layer upon layer of paper, and then these paper-wrapped paintings were stacked together to form a larger and more solid cube.
Fortunately, the top layer still retains the same appearance as when it was torn open by Sawada Iemitsu twenty years ago. With a little force, it can be pulled out from the constraints of waste paper.
“Eh—”
Along with the sound of exclamation, Sawada Tsunayoshi also stretched his head to look while holding Reborn.
There are only three characters in the painting. Apart from the first generation, the remaining two are probably Amemori and Ranmori who accompanied him when he ran away.
The composition of the characters well illustrates the period when this painting was created. Although it was painted in Japan, the background is set in the Vongola in Sicily.
Reborn recognized the family's iconic iron gate at a glance.
However, for the young people who had never seen what the Vongola gate looked like, their first attention was obviously focused on the most familiar things in the portrait.
Apart from the background, the three main objects are actually quite familiar.
Yamamoto Takeshi subconsciously reached out and touched the dusty painting. Because the paint was pressed too thickly, a layer of yellowed oxide formed on it. However, because it was painted in a completely Western style, it looked quite realistic.
He rubbed off the dust on his finger, and the face of the man in hunting clothes in the portrait was clearly revealed.
Yamamoto Takeshi frowned and clenched his fingers.
White clothes, tall hat, blue veil, although already an adult, but...
——That was obviously him.
The shrine warehouse was dark and drafty. Reborn glanced at Yamamoto Takeshi's expression and raised his hand to slap his student on the back of the head.
"Just move your stuff home before you make a fuss, stupid Tsuna."
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When I got home, Tsuruga Ren's movie hadn't finished yet.
At this point, the tragic part with climaxes has ended. The heroine successfully discovered the mystery of past and present lives, and quickly decided to renew her relationship with the hero.
The freeze frame of the kiss was so beautiful. As the film went dark, Mr. Tsuruga Ren's deep and pleasant male voice slowly read the narration.
[People who are destined to be together, no matter how much time has passed, how many opportunities have been wasted, even if they have been separated once, fate will still bring them together]
【From the moment I remembered who she was through a dream, Mei (the heroine) and I became people destined to be together.】
Nana's mother held a tissue box and shed tears for her idol with true emotion.
Yamamoto Takeshi was still holding the original picture frame in his hand. He pursed his lips and said nothing.
Rambo excitedly jumped around the big box and demanded that Tsuna take apart all the paintings and show them to him.
Amidst the mysterious curiosity and the bloody atmosphere that seemed to have been predicted by the movie, everyone remained silent tacitly.
Mukudera Junto pulled out a small knife and swiftly cut through the waste paper wrapping.
The second portrait was painted in a normal Japanese landscape, but the three people in the picture suddenly became four people.
Considering that both Amemori and Arashimori died alone, and only the first generation Ozora left behind a bloodline, people who know a little bit about the situation would definitely react to this painting with "This is the Japanese woman who gave birth to the first generation's child!"
The results weren't quite right.
Because the background of the picture is an abrupt golden color, no one can tell what the painting is about, but the positioning of the characters is still quite particular.
The only woman in the picture, standing next to the Rain Guardian Asari Ugetsu.
Yamamoto Takeshi subconsciously touched the screen again and rubbed off the fragile marks on it with his fingertips.
Then there was a long silence, and in the silence, Gokudera Junto began to feel itchy all over.
He restrained his strength and pushed Yamamoto Takeshi's shoulder.
"I said shoulder blade..."
He asked the burning question that the crowd had been waiting for with bated breath, hoping for some bloody drama to hit them so they could experience the same fantasy journey as in that stupid movie.
"Does this woman look like the one who came to see you recently?"
Yamamoto Takeshi's expression changed magically, just as Reborn had guessed, if someone is nice to you for no reason, a normal person would probably be wary, but if she is nice to you for a reason and treats you better and better, you will only follow this kindness and slowly want to return her kindness.
Especially since she was a girl whose lover (Yu Yue) died tragically and she seemed to be able to only mourn by watching others.
But over time, this kind of effort becomes unequal.
Because all her kindness and affection are given to others through you, while the worry or kindness you put in are genuine gifts to her.
In other words, it was a huge loss.
Even between friends, there is no friendship that can be maintained by one party giving and the other party enjoying. It is hard to say whether they like it or not, but Yamamoto is indeed a little distressed.
——He began to treat her as a friend rather than a customer, but the customer didn't seem to think so.
But if the "real thing" is another self, there seems to be no problem.
Yamamoto Takeshi rubbed the familiar long brown hair of the person in the painting, and suddenly he felt a magical sense of joy, as if he had made a profit.
Reborn looked at the boy's eyes that lit up, and couldn't tell what he was feeling.
"So, this really is a story about a past life and a continuation of past relationships in this life?"
The boy’s expression is the best answer. Even if Yamamoto doesn’t say anything, Mukuro’s question has the best answer.
"The painting is so small that Master Rambo can't see it clearly."
The calf holding onto the box said in a muffled voice.
It was as if one could travel through time and space to see something through these paintings, and everyone unanimously focused on dismantling the waste paper.
What was slowly pulled out next was no longer a family portrait.
The exposed part is obviously a courtyard at night. An orange light is hung in the corner of the corridor. A woman's dress is draped on the wooden steps. As the figure is revealed, a desk appears on her left.
There was a man's arm on the table.
Judging from the size of the painting and the remaining part in the paper package, there are probably only these two people in the painting - this is the last scene before Sonoko disappeared, and G painted it for Giotto according to his memory, so there is no one else.
In view of the melodramatic plot of the previous life, Junto Mukudera almost picked out Yamamoto Takeshi's narcissism in his previous life with disgust.
"I was wondering why you always drew a picture of something, even if you liked someone in those days, there was no need to draw such a picture—"
So quiet.
A mysterious silence enveloped the small living room. Nana's mother left after watching the movie, but the ending was quite long. The credits were still playing, and a melodious male voice was singing the joyful ending song.
This kind of thing is not worth getting excited about at all.
Sawada Tsunayoshi tilted his head back with an indescribable expression. Unfortunately, he was born with poor grades in all subjects, especially sports, but his eyesight was very good.
The colors of the painting were quite bright. Sawada-kun sighed and felt like roaring.
——Where’s the lover from her past life with Yamamoto-kun? Who is this guy who’s watching the stars and the moon with her?!
——Yamamoto, no, it’s the first generation Amemori Asari Ugetsu, who always wears hunting clothes and a tall hat!
——This guy is obviously someone else, right?!
In order to prove who this person was, everyone went back and cleaned up the first family photo from beginning to end.
So the first generation Giotto was exposed.
The living room fell silent for a while.
Gokudera Junto looked curiously at the person in the portrait of the three people who looked 80% similar to himself [mainly with the wrong hair color and the tattoo on his face], and then looked at the handsome and dashing first generation next to him, and felt that this was fate, this was destiny!
-Oh, he's not talking about the Judaime, the shoulder blades, and the brown-haired woman.
He was talking about himself and the Vongola.
Nagisa Gokudera couldn't help but laugh, and didn't even bother to pay attention to the change in Yamamoto's expression.
The baby in the suit stood expressionlessly in front of the box for a moment, then stepped on Rambo's flailing hands and calmly ordered, "Take apart the rest!"
However, except for the first three which are multi-person paintings, the rest of the paintings are basically single-person paintings.
One by one, they were all photos of Suzuki Sonoko, whom Yamamoto Takeshi was familiar with.
Suzuki Sonoko sitting in the tavern, Suzuki Sonoko with a chick on her head, Suzuki Sonoko concentrating on drawing talismans and going crazy, and Suzuki Sonoko walking into the kitchen with her shoes in her hands.
Tsunayoshi Sawada didn't want to pay any attention to Gokudera's boring speech about how he was born to be a Vongola. He just wanted to know: were these stacks of portraits drawn by the first generation or by Amemori?
Mukudera thinks it is the first generation.
Because he thought: "A guy who looks like a shoulder blade can't possibly have artistic talent!"
As a master pianist, his judgment was correct.
Reborn walked around the Suzuki gardens all over the ground, and lightly touched the corner of each painting with the long brush that Len had conjured up.
Tsunayoshi Sawada quickly followed the tutor's steps to take a closer look.
"Although I don't want to admit it," the little baby said calmly, "but Mukudera is right. Yamamoto doesn't look like he has artistic talent, let alone Tsuna."
He squinted his eyes slightly and gestured to Yusi to lower his head with a malicious look.
The silver-haired boy, still excited, looked down with wide eyes.
In the corner of the first portrait, there is a faint letter [G].
The second portrait features a gorgeous letter [G] on the cuff pattern.
In the tea bowl of the third portrait, a twisted letter [G]
…
Mukudera Junto stomped his feet expressionlessly, feeling that he had just had an illusion.
"So who is this woman?"
Now somewhat sober, Shamar rubbed his chin with an indescribable expression. "I stayed in Japan with Arashi, relying on each other for survival, and then I went to watch the stars and the moon with the First Generation. And the images that recorded these events were all drawn by Arashi himself?"
"Don't try to avoid the important issues," the little baby corrected him, eager to unleash chaos. "Lan Shou's subject matter is clearly portraits. It's the inclusion of those pictures of other men that makes it seem like they're sneaking in."
Although his hair color was different from G's, Mukuro felt as if an arrow had pierced his heart.
So naturally he became irritable.
"Who is this woman?"
Seeing the young man about to throw explosives at the slightest disagreement, Reborn continued to leisurely admire the painting. Then, at the perfect moment, he said, "We can't possibly know about people who are lost in history, but isn't the girl who's yelling 'Ugetsu' at Yamamoto right now just hanging around Namimori?"
Xia Maer, who had been thinking seriously about the emotional entanglement, interrupted: "I think Yu Shou has a better chance. After all, he still remembers his name after reincarnation and can recognize him when he sees him!"
He looked at Yamamoto Takeshi, and then, whether intentionally or unintentionally, he glanced at Gokudera Junto.
"Compared to Amemori, Lanshou seems to be constantly on the sidelines. Since he can't truly stand on the battlefield of the mind, he can only keep drawing people's portraits—"
——BOOM!!!
After the smoke cleared, Dangdai Lanshou, holding the explosive fuse, gritted his teeth and said, "Who are you talking about, a pervert who secretly draws other people's portraits every day?"
Sawada Tsunayoshi shook off the gunpowder from his hair: But no one has ever said this, Gokudera-kun!
Yusi threw out two more firecrackers.
Because he realized another thing was wrong - "Who said she liked that baseball idiot? It's only right that she chose me when she met someone as handsome as me!"
Please don't act like he lost to that guy, okay?!
Wait a little longer.
The ferocious Gokudera Nagito took the time to turn around and explained to Sawada Tsunayoshi cheerfully, "I don't mean to scold the tenth generation leader. The tenth generation leader is also very outstanding. If this woman had any vision, she should have chosen the tenth generation leader directly!"
Sawada Tsunayoshi chuckled expressionlessly.
——If there are no emotional entanglements, please go all out to compete with Yamamoto-kun, Mukuroku-kun. I don’t want to participate in this Shura battlefield where we have to fight over who was the true love in the previous life after reincarnation!
——If there really is any emotional entanglement, then according to historical development, this brown-haired girl may very well be my great-great-great-grandmother. Hey, if you keep asking me whether I really love you, I won’t be able to accept my own values!
Gokudera Junto did not understand the pain of his tenth generation master.
He raised the explosives aggressively and shouted at Yamamoto Takeshi, "Tell me quickly, what was that short-sighted woman's name in this life? Where is she? I must find her and tell her the truth!"
Yamamoto Takeshi had been looking down at the portraits until he shouted, then he seemed to come back to his senses and let out a blank "Ah".
"Yudera is asking for her name," Alcobaleno, who was watching, casually suggested, "What was that girl's name in this life?"
Yamamoto Takeshi's eyes subconsciously moved around the piles of portraits on the ground.
"Suzuki Sonoko."
"ha?"
Because his voice was too soft, under Gokudera's jumping gaze, Yamamoto repeated word by word: "Her name is Suzuki Sonoko."
As soon as he finished speaking, a crisp sound was heard in the room.
Sawada Tsunayoshi turned around sharply and saw Reborn sitting on the back of the sofa with an unclear expression on his face. He only had a bare tray in his hand, and the coffee cup on the tray was broken into pieces on the ground.
The dark brown liquid flowed along the floor, silently staining the painting in the corner.
The painting shows Suzuki Sonoko eating snacks.
The tenth generation leader of the Vongola family was shocked by the sudden fluctuation of the Great Demon King's aura.
"Ri…Bourne?"
The Great Devil raised his head without changing his expression: "My hands were shaking just now."
Sawada Tsunayoshi: ...Do you think I believe it?
Reborn pulled down the brim of his hat and smiled slightly, and the tenth generation immediately retreated back to where he was.
Now it's troublesome...
When the teenagers started to quarrel again about the Shura field of their previous life, the little baby standing in the corner of the sofa narrowed his eyes with an unclear expression: the name may be repeated, but the name and appearance cannot be repeated together.
Although he had only seen the girl when she was a child and therefore didn't notice it at first, but if you infer it the other way around, this is exactly what the same person looks like at different ages.
So this is really troublesome. The little baby who originally enjoyed watching the fun made a sound of complaint: If he remembered correctly, this Suzuki Sonoko is the second daughter of the Suzuki family who will inherit the family business.
——Ten years ago, when she was just the second daughter of the family, the Suzuki family, which had carried out large-scale cooperation with the Vongola shipping industry, once stayed in Italy for a long time. At that time, the ninth generation of the Vongola and the chairman of the Suzuki family had half-jokingly and half-seriously considered the issue of marriage.
Specifically, the 14-year-old tyrant XANXUS is taking care of the children.
Reborn had seen her from a distance several times. The 7-year-old Asian girl looked only half the size of the young leader Varian. Although XANXUS was impatient, he had to take her with him wherever he went.
As for the changes that Reborn observed inadvertently, although XANXUS was holding her by the back of her neck when she walked at first, it didn't take long before the thing in his hand turned into a big basket.
At that time, the young Suzuki Sonoko was holding a big white doll, dozing off while curled up in a basket, and he carried it around.
XANXUS was frozen in ice for eight years. Although his body had grown, his memory stopped at the age of 16. To him, the young lady from the Suzuki family might have just woken up from his basket, rubbing her eyes. But at this moment, the young guardians of the Vongola had already unearthed several emotional entanglements from their previous life.
Question: Tomorrow is the critical moment of the Ring War. Once this Shura field of past and present lives is cleared up, and since Miss Suzuki is very likely Tsuna's great-great-great-grandmother, if she stubbornly chooses to be with Yamamoto Takeshi, the only man she remembers, how many times will the furious XANXUS have to beat Tsuna to death before the problem is resolved?
Answer: Sawada Tsunayoshi doesn't want to talk and throws a pair of worn-out woolen gloves at you.
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