Rokudo Mukuro remained composed and indifferent; he wanted to see what could possibly be said, but it would nothing more than be that his strength was immense, his methods were ruthless, that he frequently sought to assassinate the Vongola.
As for why the Vongola Tenth Generation hasn't fired him, heh, a little thought is all it takes to know it must be because they value his strength, attempting to entice him with interests, or are foolish enough to want to reform him.
It wasn't as if fools hadn't tried doing that before, claiming they would use the family's shares to recruit him, only for him to end up walking away with the entire family in the end.
Then there were those who tried to reform him with love, constantly whining that he had his reasons, that they understood him, that they were his soulmates; they were simply beyond stupid. He only needed to feign it for a little while for them to believe, in the end, he would have taken the entire family for himself as well.
The Vongola will also follow such a path.
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[The Snake Woman said mysteriously, "I'm telling you, the Tenth Generation is the light of Lord Kirigaya; Lord Kirigaya said so himself."]
Rokudo Mukuro: Hehe.
He stared with wide eyes. Wait, what did you say? Say that again.
Scam, scam, it's definitely a scam up there!!
Chapter 5: Day Five of the Live Stream
[The Snake Woman looked up at the moon, her expression revealing a sorrow that her peers could not comprehend: "This story begins a long, long time ago. I am also an old member of Vongola; I know everything that you do not know.
Back then, Lord Kirigaya had not yet joined Vongola; instead, he was an enemy of the Tenth Generation, attempting to seize the Tenth Generation's body.
“Hold on a second,” Cat Man interrupted, his expression twisting, “What kind of outrageous things are you saying? What do you mean, body or no body? Lord Kirigaya is mysterious and ruthless; you're completely out of character!”
The Snake Woman gave him a disdainful look: "You'll find out if you just ask any random old person. Lord Kirigaya is the Tenth Generation's biggest solo fan. Things like stealing bodies or 'you are my light' are just little inside jokes between them."
Don't be fooled by brainwashing. No matter who leaves, Lord Kirigaya will never leave. He's only tough with his words; according to the talk online, the thing Lord Kirigaya is best at is making a cold face while washing underwear.
Cold! Face! Wash! Underwear!
The dog suddenly roared in anger, "Nonsense! Lord Mukuro would never wash Vongola's underwear with a cold face; if anyone is washing anything, it's Vongola washing for Lord Mukuro!"
Chikusa: "Is that the point?"
The Dog said, "That's not right. Lord Mukuro washes his own underwear himself. Even as his loyal subordinate, I have never seen his underwear, so how could he possibly help someone else wash theirs?"
Sawada Tsunayoshi: In the end, his straight back still bent.
Listen to what you're saying! You keep mentioning underwear—if you have no shame, what about my dignity? Mukuro didn't wash my underwear for me, I don't want anyone seeing my underwear either.
Let's drop the underwear topic; the underwear is innocent.
Lusuria of Varia, however, covered his mouth with both hands, twisting his body, the brilliant colors on his person drawing excessive attention: "Oh, so manly! In the future, I want to find someone who can wash my underwear for me too."
Levi took a step back in disgust. "Can you please not be so disgusting?"
Squalo also stared at him in horror: "Hey, if you keep being this disgusting, I'm going to beat you up!"
A vine carrying a terrifying killing intent lunged toward Lusuria, but was neutralized by being wrapped by purple tentacles. Mammon drifted leisurely onto Lusuria's shoulder: "I'll give you a discount; just give me three hundred thousand once you get out."
Lusuria said aggrievedly, "But if you don't make a move, cutie, you won't be able to hit me anyway."
Mammon made a sound that suggested he was obsessed with money: "I don't care, just make sure the money is in this house."
Fine, Lusuria reluctantly accepted. He looked at the person attacking him, a warm smile appearing on his face: "Little cutie has such a violent temper; I hope you can fix that in the future, otherwise your boss's panties will be washed to shreds."
Rokudo Mukuro's expression grew even more somber as his composure continued to crumble.
An unprovoked rage, laced with killing intent, swelled in his heart; damn that Port Mafia.
The Snake Woman said, "You know the Estraneo Family, right?"
Cat Man frowned. "That notorious family of human experimentation was wiped out several years ago. It's said the scene back then was quite tragic."
That's right. Lord Kirigaya never hides his past. He was a victim of the Estraneo Family, but in the end, he used his own strength to personally exact revenge. Since then, he has wanted to destroy all Mafia families. His initial approach to the Tenth Generation was merely to use the Tenth Generation's power to seize the Tenth Generation's consciousness and take over his body, dismantling the Hidden World from the top down.
With his experiences being laid bare before everyone, Rokudo Mukuro instead became calm.
Inu and Chikusa were both furious; those memories were a lifelong wound for them.
Edogawa Conan clenched his fists. Human experimentation—what a cruel phrase.
Amuro Tooru's eyes darkened. This was the sinful Port Mafia, one of the evils he intended to eradicate.
Vongola Tenth Generation.
Amuro Tooru muttered to himself; how could someone stung by darkness ever win another's loyalty?
Is it a new round of oppression, or the lies of a victim lying in wait?
The Snake Woman spoke of the past, even when it came to matters involving family secrets, she remained completely unruffled, speaking with such ease and confidence as if she were simply telling a story.
Cat Man couldn't take it: "You just blurted it out so casually; won't I get assassinated for knowing the family's secrets?"
The Snake Woman laughed, "How is that possible? All the old-timers know about these things."
Many of the families that have established diplomatic relations with the Tenth Generation now, the friends who are close to the Tenth Generation, were once his enemies—the kind who were sworn enemies, to be honest. Truthfully, Lord Kirigaya isn't particularly conspicuous among them; it's just that his words were too profound.
Back then in the Tenth Generation's hometown, he was just an uninformed middle schooler who knew nothing about the Hidden World, yet he still went up against the already renowned Lord Kirigaya. After a fierce struggle, Lord Kirigaya acknowledged the Tenth Generation's flames and resolve, ultimately falling at the feet of the Tenth Generation.
Cat Man grumbled, "Your storytelling is terrible, just like a third-rate novel."
The Snake Woman shrugged. "In fact, reality is far more exciting than any novel."
Lord Kirigaya's life of self-sacrifice has only just begun. When the Tenth Generation and Lord Xanxus were fighting over the rings, Lord Kirigaya was in Avenger Prison, yet he still sought out a disciple to assist the Tenth Generation, secretly taking on the Mist Ring.
Moreover, it wasn't just that; when the Tenth Generation had to save the world in the future ten years later, Kirigaya took the lead by going undercover in the enemy family, working hard to send back information.
From the moment he received the ring, Lord Kirigaya has stood firmly by the Tenth Generation's side, he has never wavered. Although he always claims it is to better seize the Tenth Generation's body, everyone knows he is just being stubborn, as he never took any of the many opportunities over those ten years."
The Snake Woman gave a long, rambling introduction, leaving Cat Man stunned.
Finally, the Snake Woman cleared her throat, her expression turning serious: "Listen carefully to what I'm about to say next. These are ancestral words that seniors can pass down to you, spoken personally by Lord Kirigaya. They are already a mandatory recitation within the Kiri Group."
Seeing how seriously she spoke, Cat Man also became solemn. What could it be? Was it words of allegiance, or a style that was arrogant and domineering, or perhaps a sinister and cold style?
He swallowed hard. "I'm ready."
We are also ready.
Everyone in the hall stared intently at the screen, terrified of missing a single frame. It had to be said that the story was quite compelling, though at this moment, the way everyone was looking at Rokudo Mukuro made it seem as if they were watching someone wash underwear with a cold expression.
This person is all talk and no action!
Some Mafia leaders were even vexed by how they could train their subordinates to have such personalities.
I'm talking about you, Mori Ougai.
A dim place appears on the screen.
In a place devoid of light, an eerie youth lay quietly, his body covered in wounds; one eye was stained with blood, while the other remained tightly shut.
Suddenly, a beam of light shone down, he struggled to open one eye.
A low voice, carrying a hint of looking upward, rang out: "In that moment, perhaps I saw the light, the scorching flames that ignited during the battle. They were the light of his life. That heat—I want to use these eyes to confirm once more, not as an illusion, but as something truly, tangibly there. I will stand before you again. Until then, sleeping here in this darkness is not a bad thing."①
In the next second, the scene shifted. Rokudo Mukuro was entangled in many tubes; it was clear he was submerged at the bottom of the sea, with no living thing around him. He peacefully closed his eyes.
Ah, this, this is nothing like love.
Look at what he's saying—all this talk about light, flames, how you're standing there, so on.
Someone rubbed his arms. "I wasn't even this poetic when I confessed to my girlfriend; I wasn't even this cheesy."
If this is not love, this is not loyalty, then I am a fake.
The Ninth Generation smiled slowly. "Old friend, it seems I no longer need to worry about my successor; he can handle the affairs of the family members on his own."
Reborn nodded. "Having a Mist Guardian like that, being able to subdue them for his own use, is indeed quite impressive."
From the perspective of old monsters and cunning old foxes like them, it was obvious that Rokudo Mukuro had taken an interest in the Tenth Generation, it was equally obvious that the Tenth Generation had already made an opening in Rokudo Mukuro's heart.
It's just unknown what the Tenth Generation has done.
The Ninth Generation said with satisfaction, "As expected, each generation is stronger than the last. The Tenth Generation is only a middle schooler now, yet he has such a bright future ahead of him; I am very happy."
At this moment, hearing the words "middle school student," a certain person came to mind in his heart.
Taika Mitsu hugged Taiana Nana, looking somewhat dazed. "He actually succeeded with that kid."
Taiana Nana asked in confusion, "Honey, what are you talking about?"
Haha, no, no, Nana, here are some cherries. Let's not worry about those things.
After the Snake Woman finished speaking, Cat Man nodded blankly. "I don't believe the rumors in the family at all anymore, this, this, this.." His face turned bright red; he couldn't even come up with such romantic words to say to his girlfriend.
He didn't expect Kirigaya to say that directly to the Tenth Generation; they must be telling the truth!
Cat Man said dazedly, "Why were we talking about this? What am I doing right now, where am I?"
The Snake Woman said as if it were the most natural thing in the world, "We are on a mission, discussing whether or not we should remind Lord Kirigaya to exercise some restraint, so he doesn't make this place too messy.."
The two of them quieted down and said in unison, "Oh no, the mission!"
As if in response, a violent booming sound erupted from not far away, with flames soaring into the sky.
Quick, get inside, hurry!
In the cold environment of Mori Shiro, the surroundings were filled with people wearing white lab coats and black clothes. The casings of various firearms were scattered haphazardly on the floor, the laboratory equipment on both sides had been smashed, leaving formalin spilled all over the ground.
The place was already a wreck; the walls were smashed, the surroundings were covered in spiked vines, with a person tied to every single vine, none of them knowing if they would live or die.
Venomous snakes slithered across the ground, darting through the crevices as they flicked their cold tongues.
A pair of black boots passed by, lava erupted from the ground. What a post-apocalyptic sight.
A muscular man retreated with chattering teeth; his two-meter-tall frame was incredibly conspicuous at this moment. He was still lugging a mortar in his hands when he suddenly tripped over a rock and fell to the ground.
At this moment, the flesh on the man's face trembled with fear, his pupils dilated, his body convulsed.
A tragic scream seemed to be squeezed from deep within his stomach: "Devil! You're a devil! You're not human, you're a demon!!"
Author's Note:
Classic, absolutely classic. The theory of light will never go out of style, even after a hundred years.
Chapter 6: The Sixth Day of the Live Stream