They couldn't interfere.
He had no interest in caring about these things either. He only looked after the Vongola Tenth Generation out of respect for an old friend; he didn't care much about the succession of this family.
Anyway, he had joined Vongola out of respect for the Ninth Generation; although he held a high position, he didn't feel much sense of belonging, if he wanted to leave, he could do so at any time.
Seeing the two of them move on to other topics, some people also shifted their gaze, but Varia was not among them.
Squalo gnashed his teeth. "Fine, so it was that Taika Mitsu's doing. Still acting so high and mighty—just watch, I'll go and hack them down."
Lusuria stood to the side, acting coy. "How annoying, little Taika Mitsu, to have hidden it so deeply. I'm never going to believe his words again."
After Squalo finished speaking, he looked at his boss's expression, hoping it wasn't too bad.
Xanxus didn't care at all about Taika Mitsu's playing house; his entire attention was focused on the youth on the screen, in truth, he wasn't as angry as others thought.
Sawada Tsunayoshi on the screen had a bit of the potential of the Lion King; if he had released his usual photos, Xanxus would have exploded long ago.
Soon, the image vanished, brand-new footage began to appear.
[Blue skies, green grass, white clouds, mechs flying in the sky.
Smooth silver light shimmered under the sunlight, a brown-haired, spiky-haired boy wearing a cute hoodie appeared on the screen. It was none other than the Vongola Tenth Generation, the expression on his face at this moment perfectly matched his own.
The sunlight was brilliant, brimming with the vitality of youth.
Rokudo Mukuro appeared behind him, a mocking smile on his face.
“Kufufu, the disgusting Port Mafia, to think you're like this in a dream, still acting like a child who refuses to grow up?”
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The Ninth Generation suddenly realized, "So it was in a dream. No wonder you look like a child."
According to the timeline, Sawada Tsunayoshi was already in his twenties.
They say that dreams are a person's most authentic reflection; it seems their Tenth Generation still has a very youthful heart.
Sawada Tsunayoshi stared intently, thinking how incredibly awesome this was; to actually be able to watch a mecha battle in a dream, he wondered if he should try to fall asleep thinking about this tonight.
Otherwise, he'd have Lord Mukuro create a dream like this for him.
At the thought of Rokudo Mukuro's poisonous mouth, he recoiled again. Forget it, forget it, he'd just find Chrome secretly instead.
A youthful Sawada Tsunayoshi had an excited smile on his face as he said boastfully, "How was it? Pretty cool, right? When I was little, my dream was to become a robot when I grew up. I had to work really hard to get Chrome to make that dream come true for me."
And Mukuro was wrong, when I was little, I always wanted to grow up.
Hmph, what a childish thought.
Rokudo Mukuro still couldn't shake his habit of being sharp-tongued, as the year drew to a close, he had become even more concerned with saving face in front of Sawada Tsunayoshi.
Sawada Tsunayoshi took a lingering look at the mecha man before walking to Rokudo Mukuro's side and asking, "How was this mission? Did it go smoothly? Are you injured? Do you want to go get some rest now that you're back?"
Hearing his caring words, a look of disgust appeared on Rokudo Mukuro's face. "Sore, do you think I'm sincerely helping you with your missions? I'm telling you, I've already joined another organization, I'll be able to seize your body very soon."
Mm-hmm, alright then. I'll be right here, you can come by anytime. But next time, please don't talk about bodies; if you don't feel shy, I might actually take it to heart.
“Shut up.”
The bickering between the two of them seemed incredibly familiar, much like old friends of many years; although they cared for one another, they were relentless with their words.
Oh, that's not quite right either; they look like one is infinitely tolerant, while the other is incredibly unreasonable.
Compared to the gloomy and cold Rokudo Mukuro here, the one inside was practically a different person.
He stared blankly up at the person above, his voice drifting, "Lord Mukuro, you look very happy."
This was an expression they had never seen him show before—relaxed, joyful, tinged with a sense of mischief, as if he were truly bickering with his superior.
Lord Mukuro before them was steady, powerful, seemed all-powerful.
Chikusa's eyes were dazed. "Yes, Lord Mukuro is very relaxed."
It was as if he felt he had someone to rely on behind him, someone who would always stand by his side, which is why he was so relaxed, why he didn't need to plan for everything, why he didn't need to be on guard at every step.
Inu said, "I suddenly don't hate that Vongola anymore."
Chikusa: "If it is something that can make Lord Mukuro smile, I am willing to join the Mafia."
Both subordinates could tell that he wouldn't let even a sliver of an expression escape him. Rokudo Mukuro wanted to say something, but he couldn't find the words.
He wanted to ask why he was being placed in a magician's dream.
Why was he so gentle even after hearing that someone wanted to seize his body?
Why was he so indifferent upon hearing that his subordinate was going to betray him?
Why.
Rokudo Mukuro knew that there was no reason; it was a bond from another world, which was why he could not understand.
"Sawada Tsunayoshi." Rokudo Mukuro suddenly shouted his full name.
Sawada Tsunayoshi responded instinctively, "Yeah."
The mecha in the background was still flying, still fighting; this was a dream, a beautiful dream woven by Chrome for Sawada Tsunayoshi, filled with blue skies, white clouds, green grass, flowing water, dancing butterflies.
A gentle breeze carried Rokudo Mukuro's voice to Sawada Tsunayoshi's ears.
You are my prey. Before I claim your body, I will not allow you to lose to anyone.
Although he didn't know why Rokudo Mukuro would say such a thing, Sawada Tsunayoshi rejected him without mercy: "I'm sorry, this is my own body. Mukuro, you should give up on that idea."
Rokudo Mukuro gave a light chuckle, his mood inexplicably brightening.
Kufufufu, from the arrogant Mafia, I will wait for the day you are driven into a corner.
He turned to leave, but suddenly heard Sawada Tsunayoshi's gentle voice coming from behind him.
“Welcome back, Rokudo Mukuro.”
Petals drifted from the distance, masking the sound of Rokudo Mukuro's disappearance, but Sawada Tsunayoshi heard the response.
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Gojo Satoru let out an exaggerated howl, rubbing his eyes with his fingers. "I'm so moved, truly touching. I'm going to play games all night tonight."
Fushiguro Megumi's gaze was terrifying: "Work hard for me."
Amuro Tooru had a complex look in his eyes. What could he even say? Should he say that Rokudo Mukuro's methods were cruel, or should he say that he had done a good job by taking out a Black Organization base and, while he was at it, dealing with an evil scientist?
Even so, this Vongola Tenth Generation is far too gentle and naive; is he really a Mafia boss, or just a healthy, bright middle school student?
Reborn lowered his head to stroke Leon. He had seen enough and already knew the Vongola leader's personality; all that remained was to wait for the next Guardian to appear. He didn't particularly enjoy the sentimental parts.
【Sawada Tsunayoshi saw off Rokudo Mukuro and planned to watch the robot battle, when suddenly, space shattered.
His eyes changed.
Reborn's hand, which was stroking Leon, paused. Could the Boss actually be under attack? That would be far too incompetent.
[The sound of gunfire rang out, clean and sharp.
On the magnificent European-style large bed, someone suddenly rolled over to dodge an incoming bullet, with only his lower body visible.
After dodging the attack, the man complained in a voice that was both annoyed and intimate, "Reborn, it's been ten years, why are you still using this trick? Get up, get up, get up! I don't sleep in anymore."
Looking up, a mature man in a black suit appeared above, wearing a black suit and a black hat. Most distinctive were the curly locks of hair on both sides of his cheeks, adding a hint of seduction to his already mature and handsome face.
This man was like a walking hormone harvester, exuding the ultimate charm of a mature man from head to toe.
Even if he was holding a dangerous firearm at this moment, brazenly attempting to assassinate the Vongola leader.
Even if he stood openly in the leader's bedroom and fired a gun at the sleeping leader.
Even if he
What!" Mammon didn't care about anything else, performing a literal spiral ascent into the sky as he rushed toward Reborn. "Why have you become like that!
Skull screamed. He hadn't stopped being terrified of Reborn since the moment he entered, now he couldn't care about anything else, lunging directly toward the large screen. "Aaaaah, this look!"
Among them was Belphegor's cheerful voice: "This is great, Reborn, you've become even more charming."
The seven Rainbows gathered together. Reborn was also stunned for a moment, but recovered his expression in the next second.
Without a doubt, whether it was his appearance as an adult, the reason he chose to stay with Vongola, or why he acted so close to Sawada Tsunayoshi, it all sparked an infinite amount of interest in him.
Heh, Sawada Tsunayoshi, is it?
I'm looking forward to it.
The man seemed to find Sawada Tsunayoshi noisy, Leon transformed into a massive cannon, aiming it directly at him.
Sawada Tsunayoshi fell silent.
Two seconds later, he complained in a low voice, "Here we go again, here we go again. Can you please change it up? I'm begging you, you're the one paying for the beds every day!"
Reborn raised an eyebrow: "Heh, as long as the move is useful, it doesn't matter if it's old."
As for the money for buying a bed, as the boss, can you not even handle such a small matter?
Sawada Tsunayoshi muttered softly, "I can handle it, but do you have any idea what kind of rumors are spreading through the family? You make it sound so easy."
Hmm?
Sawada Tsunayoshi jumped up immediately: "What do you mean? By the way, Reborn, what are you here for?"
Reborn put away his gun barrel. "I'm here to tell you that contact with Yamamoto has been lost."
What!
Yamamoto Takeshi looked up sharply: What does he have to do with this?
Chapter 9: Ninth Day of the Live Stream
The World Consciousness said: [The video of the first Guardian ends here. After a ten-minute break, the video of the second Guardian will begin playing.]
Skull stood up and shouted at the empty space, "Hey, I don't care who you are, just come out right now! What exactly is going on with Reborn in there? Give me a straight answer!"
Mammon pursed his lips into a triangle shape. "Will we return to our original selves in the future? I need an answer."
Even Will joined in the commotion: "You don't need to tell us anything more, you just need to explain whether everyone can return to how they were before."
Lal was very anxious; she simply grabbed Colonnello and rubbed him in her hands. "Damn it, what on earth is going on? Hey, World Consciousness, just drop a video! I want to see Reborn."