Colonnello didn't dare to resist even slightly when Lal grabbed his head, after hearing those words, he braced Lal's hand as it pushed down, saying nervously, "Hey, Lal, if you want to look, look at me. What's the point of looking at that playboy Reborn?"
Lal punched him straight in the head. "Shut up!"
Feng walked over, acting unusually calm: "Everyone, please be quiet. We just need to keep watching, I believe the answer will be revealed soon. I think the key lies with that Vongola Tenth Generation; isn't Reborn following him? As the protagonist, he will definitely appear again later, clues will surely emerge then."
He finished speaking and looked gently at the silent Reborn, "You must be thinking the same thing, right?"
Reborn shrugged, his bead-like eyes blinking cutely, as he spoke in a charming tone, "Who knows."
You're playing dumb again!
As for Rokudo Mukuro, while everyone was discussing it, he received a photo. The image depicted the scene from just now, showing the boy named Sawada Tsunayoshi standing before him.
How ridiculous. A mere boy from an unknown future—he couldn't possibly think I'd actually be interested.
It would be better to just tear this thing up.
Thinking this, he nonetheless tucked the photo away, his actions contradicting his thoughts. If he could manage to take this photo out, he would be able to find Sawada Tsunayoshi in advance, seize his body, inherit the Vongola, wipe out the existence of the Hidden World.
Mm, a profitable decision. That was truly what he thought.
Ten minutes passed in the blink of an eye, the next video was about to play.
Yamamoto maintained a calm expression, making it impossible to tell how he truly felt about the prospect of becoming part of the Mafia in the future.
Just now, his father had asked him, but he brushed it off with a laugh. "How could that be? That must be a legendary parallel world. I have no interest in the Mafia or anything like that; I only want to play baseball in the future."
What a shame. That guy Tsuna will become someone amazing in the future, hahaha, but he and I are from two different worlds.
Yes, two different worlds.
Yamamoto Takeshi is, to put it nicely, a talkative and sunny campus prince, but to put it bluntly, he is warm on the outside and cold on the inside.
As a father, he was very clear about his child's personality; he seemed able to get along friendly with anyone and could become friends with anyone. However, from childhood until now, he had never brought a single friend home.
In Yamamoto's concept, home is home; how could he let outsiders in?
Those were all just friends.
In elementary school, he was the center of attention in his class; he could remember everyone's name, even though his grades weren't excellent, he was still a favorite of the teachers.
In Japanese schools, someone like him—full of youthful energy, athletic, popular—never lacks friends or attention. He also formed a baseball team with his friends. However, when Yamamoto entered middle school, he initially formed a new circle of friends with unfamiliar classmates.
Yamamoto asked, "Don't you miss your friends from elementary school?"
Yamamoto answered, "Ah, not really. They'll have new friends and will surely forget me soon. Everyone's friendships are just for a certain stage; I'll have new friends soon too, after all, I'll have to adapt to a new environment."
To put it nicely, Yamamoto is a devoted person; to put it bluntly, Yamamoto is a somewhat obsessive person who won't let go once he has set his sights on something.
Yamamoto loved baseball, loved it very, very much, had envisioned it as his future since he was a young child.
Sometimes, when Yamamoto saw the focused look in Yamamoto's eyes while he was practicing alone late at night, it would make his skin crawl.
Is it really okay to be like this?
To place all of one's hope, passion, focus into a single thing.
What if, just what if, that thing abandoned Yamamoto and rejected him?
What else could he do? As a father, he could only hope that the fickle gods would not be so cruel, that they would allow his son to continue walking down that path.
Yamamoto didn't believe a single word of his son's words; instead, he felt ninety-nine percent distrust. As someone who had also ventured out into the world in his youth, he had his own set of rules for handling things.
Something must have happened to change Yamamoto's mind, making him willing to follow the path of the Hidden World all the way to the end.
Sawada Tsunayoshi, does it have to do with him?
[The Storm Guardian's flames represent calmness, undisturbed by external interference.
A sharp sword appeared on the screen, the man had a passionate yet distant, polite smile on his clean and refreshed face. Dressed in sportswear, he looked like a star athlete sweating it out on a university campus.
The introduction next to it read: Vongola Storm Guardian, the Guardian who has followed Sawada Tsunayoshi since his student days, Yamamoto.
Reborn's bean-shaped eyes blinked, he said, "Not bad."
As for what was good, he didn't explicitly say.
Squalo glared fiercely at Yamamoto above, finding the young man in the crowd, drew his sword to point it at him: "Hey kid, you use a sword too. Let's have a match to see whose swordsmanship is stronger."
Yamamoto scratched his head, a natural expression on his face. "Haha, thanks for the invitation, but I don't know how to use a sword."
What!" Squalo's expression was as fierce as a predatory shark, his voice rising to its maximum volume, his mouth opening wide as if he were about to devour him. "Impossible!
One could sense from the image that Yamamoto possessed the aura of a swordsman and was a powerful combatant, making him a delectable morsel for a warmonger like Squalo.
It's true," Yamamoto said seriously. "What I love most is baseball. I won't waste my energy learning something else; that would take up my time for practicing baseball.
I want to become the greatest baseball player.
Yamamoto spoke with such earnestness that anyone could feel his sincerity.
Squalo's fighting spirit was doused by a bucket of cold water, he immediately lost interest in him: "Tch, just a brat who hasn't even reached enlightenment yet."
He wanted to see for himself exactly how that Sawada Tsunayoshi managed to pull a person from one extreme to another.
Squalo could feel that Yamamoto's love for baseball at this moment even surpassed life; so how did Sawada Tsunayoshi manage to provide a meaning that surpassed life itself?
A flash of white light passed, Yamamoto moved to the front to sit close to Rokudo Mukuro.
Yamamoto greeted them first, but Rokudo Mukuro ignored him.
Yamamoto didn't care; he curiously observed the differences between this place and the one behind him, concluding that the viewing angle was slightly better here, but everything else was the same.
[The screen shifts, turning pitch black.
Suddenly, the voice of a female host with a broadcasting tone rang out: "Recently, the baseball tournament co-hosted by eight regions has entered its climax stage. The star players from each district have performed enthusiastically, bringing us a visual feast. It is worth noting that a group of dark horses has emerged; before this, his name had never been heard anywhere. His name is—"
The girl was scrolling through videos; just as she saw the appearance of the so-called dark horse, she heard that her flight was about to depart, so she hurriedly put away her phone and headed toward the boarding gate.
This was Daxing Airport, bustling with people coming and going. Someone bumped into the girl, after a quick apology, the two parted ways.
She didn't pay it any mind, because there were too many people here, making it inevitable that friction would occur.
But before she had even taken two steps, the sound of something crashing to the ground came from behind her, accompanied by the commotion of a crowd and someone shouting loudly in pain.
Driven by curiosity, she looked back and saw a young man grabbing a man in black by the arm, pinning him face-down to the ground.
Security guards heard the commotion and rushed over to ask what was happening.
The young man had an extremely handsome face, the kind of good looks recognized by the masses; his physique was upright and not bulky, his exposed arms showed no lack of muscle.
The man shouted, "Who are you? Why did you trip me on purpose? Don't you know my flight is about to depart? It was just an accidental collision, I've already apologized to you, so why won't you let me go?"
It sounded as if the young man was being unreasonable, but the girl felt something was strange.
The young man let out a light chuckle upon hearing that. He exerted force with his arms, causing the man to scream even louder. He pulled several wallets of different styles out from the man's clothes. "When you bumped into people, did you perhaps accidentally take a few extra things?"
The girl saw her wallet at a glance and screamed, "Thief!"
Several people in the crowd screamed along, making everything clear: the man in front of them was a thief, while the young man was a helpful, good person.
The security guards rushed over to restrain the man, while the girl repeatedly thanked the young man. Her wallet contained identification, cards, cash; in any case, it was very expensive.
The young man waved his hand dismissively and disappeared into the crowd in a few steps.
He left, but the girl felt that he looked familiar; thinking about it carefully, he wasn't someone she had clearly seen before. After walking a few steps, she saw her phone and finally remembered that he wasn't the dark horse of the baseball game she had just mentioned, but the one named..
Yamamoto found his seat and sat down, setting his cloth bag aside, then took out his phone and snapped a photo of the scenery outside.
Tsuna, look, isn't the weather here in Japan different from Sicily's?
Sawada Tsunayoshi replied immediately, sending a crying emoji, "It's been raining in Sicily for two days. If it weren't for Reborn saying the Vongola cannot be without a leader, I would want to go out too."
Yamamoto was amused by the cuteness, a hint of a smile appearing in his indifferent eyes. "That's a shame. In that case, I'll take plenty of photos for you. Next time we have time, we can come and play together."
Sure, sure! Looking forward to it. jpg
“I mean just the two of us.” After typing out those words, he hesitated repeatedly, but ultimately did not send them.
After sending a final head-patting emoji, Sawada Tsunayoshi said he had things to attend to, so he simply said goodbye and put his phone away.
He gazed at the clouds outside, his expression unreadable.
Chapter 10: The Tenth Day of the Live Stream
Watching these scenes made Yamamoto very happy; he had become a baseball player, the term "dark horse" sounded incredibly impressive.
Haha, so the other him could be a member of the Mafia without giving up baseball.
This made him relax a little; if this world was as interesting as that one, then things like the Mafia and flames sounded fascinating, he wanted to go and see for himself.
Besides, it looks like I'll have a good relationship with Toda in the future; the other me is a colleague, so maybe our relationship will be quite good too.
Yamamoto greeted Rokudo Mukuro in a friendly manner.
Rokudo Mukuro gave a cold laugh. "I don't get along with people from the Port Mafia."
Eh, what a cold answer.
Yamamoto had relaxed.
The plane landed on the ground. After Yamamoto stepped out, he took another photo of the sky and sent it to Sawada Tsunayoshi, but the other party likely was busy and did not reply for the time being.
Yamamoto lost all interest in the other scenery immediately and walked out without hesitation.
After leaving the airport, a man in a black suit approached him and said respectfully, "Welcome to Yokohama, Lord Yamamoto. We have already booked a hotel for you; please allow us to lead the way."
Yamamoto gasped in surprise, "Wow, how thoughtful."
The newcomer said proudly, "These are the regulations of our Storm Division. Everything must be done to perfection, to ensure the steady development of Vongola and to ensure the Tenth Generation doesn't have to expend any mental energy."
Yamamoto realized, "So they're Gokudera Hayato's subordinates, no wonder. You've worked hard."
He patted the newcomer's shoulder with a look of pity.
The man asked in confusion, "What is there to be grateful for? This is all for the Tenth Generation."
Yamamoto smiled. "Gokudera's subordinates are just like him, all stiff and by the book."
Gokudera Hayato looked up: how could there be a story about him in there? According to what Yamamoto said, he was on the same level as the other person, was very likely the Storm Guardian of the Tenth Generation.
But why would he be willing to become someone's subordinate?
Or to hold such an important position.