Chapter 222 The restless player! "Just now I touched...
"I just touched γ's hand." The player crossed his hands and supported his chin, saying in a deep voice.
"Hmm?" Reborn raised his eyebrows and made a puzzled sound.
"The Mare Ring on γ's hand, which is comparable to the Vongola Ring, must be a fake."
"According to my appraisal, while that ring is of a high rank, it's not comparable to the Vongola Ring. But..." The player hesitated for a moment, then said, "But the Marley Ring does exist."
[Mare Ring (Fake): The Mare Ring is a treasured possession of the Kirionero family. Its main characteristic is the symmetrical wings on the ring. Unfortunately, this ring is only superficial and lacks soul, making it a replica.]
"You're saying..." Reborn's expression darkened upon hearing this. "Both Gamma and Irie Shoichi are smokescreens thrown by the Millefiore family, and the true core figure is someone else?"
If the person with this kind of fighting ability is just a cover, then how powerful is the person who is really hiding?
"If this assumption is correct, then you are right. We really can't tell them now." Reborn knocked on the table regularly and said with a frown.
Sawada Tsunayoshi and the others had already accumulated too much sudden pressure. He had only just barely suppressed their restlessness by setting the goal of defeating Irie Shoichi before returning to their original world. If they knew now that the enemy they were about to face might just be a smokescreen...
Whether or not we can win is another matter, but this blow to our morale is more than just a little bit...
"Well, I think the probability of that is quite high." The player touched the ring around his neck and frowned. "After all, I've touched a Vongola ring before. If it's really on the same level as the Vongola ring, then I should feel an electric shock when I touch it."
"It's that kind of feeling that can only be felt but not described, but it wasn't there when I touched his hand."
"γ obviously doesn't know anything about this, but since he's from the Kirionero family, maybe he's the only one who's different." The player offered another guess. "After all, judging by his reaction, the Kirionero family leader isn't doing well right now. Even if they merge, they'll likely be the ones being marginalized."
"The Kirionero family..." Reborn looked at Aurora with a hint of inquiry in his eyes.
Why is she so active in the affairs of the Kirionero family? Is it just because of Luce?
There must be other reasons, but what exactly are they...
Anyway, it’s not a bad thing.
"In the end, I still couldn't get any other clues about Marco and the others..." At this point, the player felt a little discouraged.
Players with buffs cannot support long-distance operations at all, and Johnny-II said that the intensity of the rays in Italy is even greater - currently only the underground base in Namimori, Japan has a protective wall against this kind of rays.
If the player runs to Italy without caring about anything, he might be knocked down by that non-73 ray before he even starts any other action!
"In this situation, no news is the best news." Reborn stood up and walked over to Aurora, saying calmly, "The situation that originally seemed hopeless has turned around, hasn't it? You have to believe in yourself, and you have to believe in them, too."
"That's right, of course I believe in myself!" The player jumped up and stretched his muscles. "I also agree with Tsunayoshi-kun and the others' potential, but..."
"Although you are under great restrictions now, I still trust you the most, Reborn." The player turned around and looked at the petite black-haired boy. Even in his current appearance, he could still vaguely see the shadow of the cold and murderous world's number one killer when they first met.
"It's great that you are always so reliable." The player turned his back to Reborn, waved his hand, and walked out of the room first.
"I'm going to go see Kyoko and Koharu. See you in the training room later—"
"Really? I'm always reliable. Is this the me you have in mind?" Looking at the black-haired girl's figure gradually going away, Reborn lowered the brim of his hat to hide the complicated expression on his face.
"Even I have times when I feel powerless..."
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Underground base, kitchen——
"Hey, Xiaochun, Jingzi, I'm back from work!" The player who successfully found the kitchen by following the small markings on the road hugged the two girls and said with a smile, "Thank you for the small markings you made for me. I think they are very useful!"
"It's so nice of me to help you, Chiyo-chan!" Koharu hugged the black-haired girl back and nuzzled her affectionately.
"Hey, the cake is delicious too. I ate it all!" The player showed the empty plate.
"Really? I envy Chiyo-chan's body that doesn't gain weight no matter how much she eats! Koharu wants to have it too!" Koharu looked at the black-haired girl with sparkling eyes, wishing she could also have this perfect physique that doesn't gain weight no matter how much she eats.
"I'm envious too..." Kyoko, who had regained much more energy than before, said enviously as she watched the cake disappear from the plate.
For a girl who loves desserts but is always worried about gaining weight, worrying about consuming too many calories every time she eats one more bite is really a mixture of joy and pain!
"Oh my, my secret to not gaining weight is that I exercise a lot every day!" The player said, gesturing, "For example, daily sword training, running, and so on."
"If Kyoko and Koharu are worried about gaining weight, why don't they exercise more?"
"Well, this..." Kyoko's expression gradually became hesitant.
"Hahaha, Xiaochun will try hard." Xiaochun's expression also showed that he couldn't hide his guilt.
"It seems that you are not very receptive to this suggestion. How about I make some fat-reducing meals for you?" The player asked tentatively, and was rewarded with two kittens nodding vigorously.
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The player who finished the "Fat Loss Meal" event triggered in the kitchen came to the door of the exercise room with her harvest - a plate of brand new white apple cake.
There, all the people who needed training had already arrived.
"Anyone want to have afternoon tea? The kind without tea?" A player who seemed to be visiting the studio popped up and asked.
"Oh! It's Teacher Aurora!" The sharp-eyed Yamamoto Takeshi looked at the black-haired girl who was peeking out and waved his hands happily.
"Hey, Yamamoto, you look pretty energetic today. I'm really pleased." The player put the consolation snack in the corner and walked over slowly. "How's the training going?"
"Well..." Yamamoto Takeshi turned his gaze to the black-haired boy sitting at the long table, then touched his face, "That depends on what the kid says next."
"In order to better train you, I'm going to arrange tutors for you guys during this period." Reborn's smile remained unchanged. "Just like during the War of the Ring."
"Tutor?" Sawada Tsunayoshi asked with some confusion, "So will Reborn still be the one teaching me?"
"No, the person I'm responsible for is Yamamoto." Reborn looked at Aurora, who also had a puzzled look on her face. "Aurora, you can act freely for the time being. I'm sure you understand what I mean."
"I don't understand. If Reborn can teach Yamamoto, why can't he teach me?!" The player who rejected the idea looked at the clueless Yuchu apprentice with some envy and shouted unhappily, "I want to train too! Train! Ah!"
"Teacher Aurora, I..." Yamamoto Takeshi, who had no idea how rare this opportunity was, scratched his hair and looked at the black-haired girl who looked dissatisfied with him with some distress.
Lal Milch grabbed the black-haired girl who was throwing a tantrum, shook her vigorously, and said sternly, "Stop acting like a spoiled child here, Aurora. Now is not the time to play around!"
"If Sister Lal is willing to teach me, I won't bother Reborn anymore—" The player ignored the hand that was tightly grasping the clothes at the back of his neck, and instead used the momentum generated by the shaking to cling to Lal Milch's body.
"I really want to improve!" the player shouted with his eyes closed.
The player's swordsmanship level has now been stuck, and it is difficult to make any progress!
“!!! Let me go quickly!” Looking at the black-haired girl who was clinging to him and refused to let go, Lal Mirchi tried to pull her down with his skillful strength while saying words of refusal.
"You're a swordsman. I have nothing to teach you. Let go! Aurora!"
Does that mean that if Aurora learns the weapon that Miss Lal is good at, she will teach her?
Tsunayoshi Sawada watched the farce happening in front of him, silently wiped the sweat from his forehead, and an idea involuntarily appeared in his head.
That is - the relationship between them is really good!
"Anyway, that's it for now." Reborn ignored the dispute between Aurora and Lal and turned to look at Hayato Gokudera and Tsunayoshi Sawada. "You two will also have your own tutors, so stay tuned."
Reborn shot a death bullet at Tsunayoshi Sawada. At the same time, a high-speed rotating object mixed with powerful cloud-like death flames swept towards Tsunayoshi Sawada.
"Wow, I'm sure you're an acquaintance." The player with a large bump on his head stood obediently beside Lal Mirchi, watching the figure slowly approaching the training room entrance. "He looks a lot more handsome than he did ten years ago."
The person who came was naturally the owner of the Cloud Death Flame, Hibari Kyoya, who had become more powerful and handsome after ten years of precipitation!
Hibari Kyoya ignored his surroundings and walked directly towards Sawada Tsunayoshi, watching the confrontation between his box weapon and Sawada Tsunayoshi.
Biyangqi who appeared later took away the unconscious Gokudera Hayato, Reborn took away the solemn-looking Yamamoto Takeshi, and the player looked at Lal Milch who had no intention of moving, and silently left the training room, making room for this space.
"So what does Reborn mean?" The player who was wandering around aimlessly and didn't know where he was going really couldn't figure out what the other players needed to understand.
There is no hint at all. Isn't it too confident in the players?
"Anyway, if there's no way to improve my swordsmanship, I'll try to improve my other skills." The player paused, looking at the prominent sign in the room before him, smiled and said eagerly, "There's a skill that's still very suitable for me right now—!"
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