Chapter 153 End of the text

The moment the white smoke suddenly appeared, Nakahara Chuuya had no time to think, and his body almost simultaneously emitted a dark red light, wanting to bring Kouno Seiryoshi to his side.

However, even with such a quick reaction, he still only caught a piece of air in the smoke.

The smoke came suddenly and went away quickly. The person beside him disappeared out of nowhere. Zhongyuan Zhongye couldn't believe it. The bluestone road under his feet was shaking due to the angry gravity.

There was also a hand frozen in mid-air. It belonged to the waiter who had been standing there when he came in. The blond man's expression was mostly obscured by his black-framed glasses. His hand slowly dropped down, but the veins on the back of his hand were bulging, revealing that he was not calm at the moment.

This man was definitely not just a simple waiter - but Nakahara Chuuya ignored him.

He suddenly turned his head, his eyes directed at the Vongola Ranshin and Yushin who had rushed over after hearing the explosion.

But what Nakahara Chuuya found difficult to understand was that the expressions of these two people showed shock, embarrassment and distress, but there was no worry or anxiety about their companion's disappearance.

“…”

He clenched his fists, anger rising uncontrollably in his heart, and he almost wanted to ignore the leader's instructions and question him loudly.

Jigokudera Hayato and Yamamoto Takeshi looked at each other and played rock-paper-scissors with their eyes.

Finally, Lan Shou snorted, and his cold blue eyes swept across the two people opposite him. He held his breath and said, "...Ten-year rocket launcher." He patiently explained, "As the name suggests, the person who is hit will be exchanged with his own self ten years later."

Yu Shou held his chin and laughed: "Shengliang was hit when he was in junior high school, it should be around this time."

"……ha?"

Nakahara Chuuya was shocked. What rocket launcher? In junior high school?

When they first heard such an unfamiliar and uncommon setting, especially when it involved Kono Seiryoshi, their thoughts were out of control and they were stunned for several seconds.

It was still Furuya Rei who reacted first, grasped the key point, and asked calmly: "In other words, Seiryo should exchange with his self ten years ago?"

As soon as these words came out, two gazes fell on Jigokudera Hayato's face more directly and sharply.

The message conveyed in the eyes is obvious - so, where are the people?

Jigokudera Hayato's expression became even more difficult to describe. He took a deep breath and wished he could travel back ten years to blow that stupid cow away.

"This has happened before," the silver-haired man said with a limp face. "It's broken."

Both of them: “………………”

Both of them: “???????”

-

The moment white smoke exploded in front of his eyes, Kono Seiryoshi understood what was going on - had he been hit by a rocket launcher before?

He waited quietly for the smoke to dissipate, and then his vision changed. He leaned against a rough tree trunk, and in front of him was the dusk sky and the teaching building of Heisei Junior High School.

Between the tree trunk and the building is the young Rokudo Mukuro.

Their eyes were almost level, and Gongye Shengliang saw the blue-haired boy's tightly furrowed brows and the depressed look behind his pair of strange eyes.

Although he did not remember being hit by a ten-year rocket launcher, Kono Seiryoshi quickly remembered the circumstances leading up to this incident.

This was the first time he met Rokudo Mukuro (prepared to say it was just an illusion) since coming to Japan, and it was also a reunion after ten years.

It was obvious that Rokudo Mukuro was not very happy about this encounter.

Ten years later, everyone said that Vongola Kirimori was the strongest illusionist in the world, that he possessed the Six Paths of Reincarnation, that he was extremely talented, and that he must have been very ambitious when he was young.

However, the truth is that the teenage Rokudo Mukuro still has no hope for this world. He is wrapped in a mysterious atmosphere filled with poisonous spikes.

In his memory, he was originally in the equipment room, but somehow walked outside. When he was roughly pressed against the tree trunk by a strong force, before he could see the face of the person in front of him, he heard a cold voice:

"Stay away from the Vongola and stop having anything to do with the Mafia."

It was so strange that I've always remembered it.

Then, what happened?

Kono Seiryoshi put away his memories and looked at Rokudo Mukuro with a curious eye, as if he were looking at a child.

At this time, Mr. Corpse——Mr. Corpse was indeed not yet an adult.

Thinking of this, he greeted politely: "Hello, Mr. Mukuro from ten years ago."

The blue-haired boy still looked unhappy, his eyes were deep, alert and scrutinizing.

Kono Seiryoshi stood there obediently and let him look at him, trying his best to give off an aura of "I'm very friendly and welcome to befriend you."

I don't know where he glanced at, but the hostility in the young man Rokudo Mukuro faded and his expression relaxed a little, but his brows were still furrowed.

“Ten years later, what are you doing?”

Kono Seiryoshi: “…”

When you are working in the mafia, your boss is still the one you dislike the most, Hibari Kyouya.

He used the art of language: "I work as a clerk in a multinational company. My boss is very caring and never delays my salary. It's great."

Rokudo Mukuro stopped talking, perhaps because he was speechless about his low aspirations.

Rokudo Mukuro's real body is still in the Avengers Prison, and the illusion is of limited duration. After Kono Seira finished answering, the blue-haired boy's figure was noticeably lighter.

There was not much time left, and Kimino Seiryo was stunned. After lowering his eyes and thinking for a few seconds, he chose to grab the corner of Rokudo Mukuro's clothes.

Just like we did many years ago.

What should they say? There will be plenty of time for them to tell their stories later.

He raised the corners of his lips slightly: "Thank you, Mr. Mukuro."

See you in the not too distant future.

-

The phantom disappeared not long after. Judging from his expression at the end, he seemed to want to say something, but said nothing.

Just when Kono Seiryoshi was thinking of taking a stroll to kill the remaining few minutes, he suddenly caught a glimpse of a figure behind the teaching building.

Well, two to be exact.

Soft, fluffy brown hair and round, warm brown eyes - this is the young tenth generation.

The little cow who was forcibly held in the arms of the tenth generation and whose snot bubbles had not yet been wiped off - this is Rambo.

Seeing him looking over here, Sawada Tsunayoshi immediately waved his hands in panic to explain: "I didn't mean to eavesdrop! I just felt Mukuro's presence just now..."

Seeing several nostalgic faces at once made Kono Seiryoshi even more interested.

Seeing the familiar yet unfamiliar young man approaching, Sawada Tsunayoshi wanted to escape, but he held back and felt a little hot on his face.

So, so shiny...!

It is so exquisite and beautiful that it looks like a life-size statue. Even the trees in the background look dreamy.

This is, Seiryoshi ten years later...?

He couldn't help but secretly looked up again.

Kono Seiryo squatted down and took a sip of Rambo's afro, feeling that it felt good and no wonder it could hide so many weapons. When he looked up, he met a pair of warm brown eyes.

The young Judaime was a little shy, pursed his lips, and smiled the same smile as the future Ozora: "...That's great."

"Shengliang, you have grown up well."

His brown eyes were shining, and he was happy about this from the bottom of his heart.

“…”

Gongye Shengliang widened his eyes slightly.

Is this the charm of Ozora? He thought he would be a reliable adult who could handle things easily in front of the Tenth Generation. Damn it, how could this happen!

Kono Seiryoshi decided to use magic to defeat magic.

"The tenth generation is much better than me," he smiled, his clear eyes looking directly at Sawada Tsunayoshi without any shyness, "whether it was ten years ago or ten years later, I am very happy to be with you."

Kono Seira originally wanted to say what he had thought of before but had not said, but he forgot for a moment that the tenth generation ten years ago was still a little immature.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

The brown-haired boy's face flushed instantly, and he began to stutter with a trembling voice: "I, I..."

"Vongola!"

A powerful voice interrupted him. Sawada Tsunayoshi closed his mouth and looked in the direction of the voice. He was immediately shocked: "Shamar?! Why are you here!"

Xia Maer didn't care about him and raised his phone to ask, "I'm looking for someone! Vongola, have you seen the person up there?"

The school doctor who came rushing over naturally noticed Gong Ye Shengliang, whose attire was totally out of place in the campus, but unfortunately, no matter how good-looking a man was, he was not within his hunting range.

Xiamardo looked at him twice, not missing any opportunity: "Hey, little brother, do you have any sisters?"

Kono Seiryoshi gave a polite yet awkward smile.

Although he already knew that Shamar was unreliable, Tsunayoshi Sawada still collapsed when he saw the photo: "Shamar!! This kid is still a junior high school student!!"

"You don't understand this, Vongola. My greatest strength is that I am good at discovering the shining points of women of all ages." Shamar said proudly, "And from my experience, she will definitely become an incredible beauty when she grows up."

The school doctor used his past experience to instruct the future Mafia godfather: "So we must act now, do you understand, Vongola?"

Sawada Tsunayoshi: “…”

Sawada Tsunayoshi's expression was dead.

Listening to their very cruel conversation, Gong Ye Shengliang glanced at them with a bit of curiosity.

The photo was blurry, but it captured her features well: waist-length silver-gray hair, deep golden eyes, and clothes that definitely shouldn't be seen on campus...

Black and white maid outfit.

Seira Kono: "………………"

Something is not right. This is not right.

Tsunayoshi Sawada looked at his silent face, then looked at the photos in his mobile phone. Suddenly, his eyes widened and upon closer inspection, he could see that even his pupils were trembling.

"I remember now," Gongye Shengliang calmly pointed the way to the school doctor, "the child just ran over there."

Xiamar was overjoyed: "Thank you very much, little brother! By the way, do you really not have a sister?"

"no."

"That sister——"

"no."

…

After driving Shamar away, Kono Seiryoshi looked deeply at the sky.

He really remembered.

I remembered why I was wearing this outfit, why the scene was so chaotic, and why I was hit by a rocket launcher——

Two days later, it will be the Namimori Academy Festival.

...I was so busy that I completely forgot about it.

The place that was bustling just now became quiet. Kono Seira was in deep thought, while Sawada Tsunayoshi was hesitant and did not dare to speak because of the oolong he had just experienced.

It was the brave Maverick who broke the silence.

"……Hello."

Rambo sniffed, looking pitiful but not daring to cry, "Hey, you two, listen to Master Rambo!"

"Five minutes have already passed!"

The duration of a ten-year rocket launcher is five minutes, and with so much happening just now, a lot of time has indeed passed.

[Fifteen seconds remaining.]

Kouno Seira was startled, turned around and looked at the Tenth Generation, "I should go back."

"Eh?" Sawada Tsunayoshi's eyes widened and he nodded in panic, "That's right, otherwise... everyone would be worried."

Kono Seiryoshi smiled and said, "I need to go back and prepare well."

As the brown-haired boy tilted his head in doubt, he lowered his eyes and said in a relaxed tone, "I will be preparing to celebrate the school festival with you in two days."

[end.]

Before returning to the original time and space, Seiryoshi Kono's consciousness passed through a long corridor.

There were different rooms connected on both sides of the corridor, and he saw many people and objects inside.

There are rings, there is a book, there are red and white capsules, there are shrines and shrines.

The others were too broken to be seen clearly.

When he woke up, he was no longer in the garden and it was already late at night outside.

Gongye Shengliang was startled and just as he was about to walk out of the room, he was gently stopped by someone.

The familiar breath rushed in, and his just tense nerves relaxed again.

The young boy with gentle brown hair and brown eyes who had just stood in front of him returned with a mature and steady attitude.

"I told them it was okay and let your friends go back first."

Sawada Tsunayoshi handed over his phone and said, "They seem very worried. Let them know you're safe."

Kouno Seira breathed a sigh of relief and took the phone with great emotion: "Too amazing, worthy of being the tenth generation."

He then recalled something and added, "The 16-year-old Judaime is also very powerful."

A crack appeared on Sawada Tsunayoshi's expression.

"Cough, cough!" He cleared his throat hurriedly. Fortunately, the light was not bright and his red earlobes could not be seen clearly.

The faint light of the screen reflected on Gongye Shengliang's face, and his golden eyes were bright.

After a long silence, he suddenly spoke: "Shengliang."

Sawada Tsunayoshi smiled slightly: "Are you happy now?"

"Why are you asking such a question all of a sudden..."

Kono Seiryoshi's fingers unconsciously moved across the screen.

The past, the future, and parallel worlds have all become - the present.

"yes."

He replied seriously:

"I am very happy."

[End of text]