His response was a pair of fearful eyes, their crimson glow appearing as if it would tear him to shreds. "Trash, you want to die, don't you?"
Sawada Tsunayoshi clicked his tongue inwardly.
Let's not talk about that. How about this: the Lati Family's port control was taken back by you, so it will be under Varia's jurisdiction from now on, the Di Ne Family's will be managed by us.
This is great, I can throw this hot potato away, I'll be able to lose a little less hair in the future, Sawada Tsunayoshi thought to himself, feeling secretly delighted.
"No need, take it." To his surprise, Xanxus threw it back without a moment's hesitation.
No, no, no, we didn't contribute much. This is yours.
Scum, don't make me say it twice.
Even the word "trash" had been used, so it seemed there was no more room for mischief, but Tsuna still wanted to try one last time.
Before he could speak, a video call came through. Behind Squalo was a building engulfed in raging flames, there were a few drops of blood in his hair, but Sawada Tsunayoshi couldn't worry about that.
Hey Tsuna, everyone from the Lati Family has been dealt with, hahaha! That's just how fast Varia is. Wait for me at headquarters, I'll bring the contract to you immediately.
Bell also scurried over: "Hehehe, Princess Lettuce, the Prince kills the most people."
Lusuria shouted happily, "Tsuna, we'll have a tea party once you're back!"
Sawada Tsunayoshi couldn't hear what they were saying; he only saw the ruins behind them.
I don't dare open my eyes, hoping it's just my hallucination.
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The smile on Sawada Tsunayoshi's face vanished instantly, while Bell was still there, grinning with a wide toothy smile.
What is behind you?
Squalo raised an eyebrow: "Ah, your old eyes are failing you. Behind you is the Lati ancestral home, but as of today, it no longer exists. This place will become Vongola territory."
Sawada Tsunayoshi felt even more despair; fine, so it wasn't a hallucination, it was real.
That was not the scent of ruins, what was burning was not the Lati Family's ancestral home, but his heart, his money.
“Find a way to put out the fire there immediately! You'd better hope the antiques and jewelry inside aren't all burned, also, your wages for this month are gone, your bonuses are gone, everything is gone! All of Varia's meals for this month are to be replaced with bitter melon and sponge gourd!”
So you've got a temper, huh? Then eat more loofah and bitter melon to cool down.
Sawada Tsunayoshi hung up the phone, thinking coldly.
After hanging up, meeting Xanxus's deep gaze, Tsuna stiffened his neck and said, "What are you looking at? The rights to the Lati Family belong to me now. All of you are going to eat vegetables for me this month."
xanxus said nothing, merely silently summoning a lion; the massive, muscular animal moved, its tail swishing through the air with a rustling sound as it stared at Tsuna.
Heh, Sawada Tsunayoshi, what are you talking about?
Sawada Tsunayoshi was furious. How could he commit a mistake and not apologize, but instead stand here threatening him? He had a temper, too.
I say, your steak will still be supplied this month, but they're all going vegetarian.
Well, Sawada Tsunayoshi got angry for a moment in a fit of rage.
Since he burned down someone's house, building something else somewhere else will also cost money. Xanxus has even handed him the opportunity on a silver platter, so he should just take it and use what he earns himself to compensate for what he destroyed; it's only fair.
"Mm," Tsuna nodded. jpg
The people outside watched with dazed expressions.
Gokudera Hayato: Isn't this my scene? Why are so many people competing with him for screen time?
The Ninth Generation was worried at first, wondering if Varia's refusal to recognize the Tenth Generation meant that Vongola was truly heading toward an internal schism.
Later, he felt very happy. "That's great, that's great! A little bickering is quite good." Xanxus had become much more gentle; the Tenth Generation was a good child, actually able to tolerate his stubborn temper.
Mori Ogai looked on with a face full of regret. How wonderful it would be if the Vongola were divided internally; that way, outsiders would have an opportunity to take advantage. He didn't actually want to do anything, but with such a massive entity pressing down from above, bonds as tight as an iron barrel, he felt a chill run down his spine.
Belphegor wished she could head out right now to find Sawada Tsunayoshi in Japan and then throw her brother Lambo into his room; she fantasized about seeing a gentle younger brother the very next day.
Similarly, every Guardian has a CG in the end, Gokudera Hayato is no exception.
The center of the scene was filled with boundless flames and tumbling rocks, with sharp threads and violent winds dividing the east and west sides.
On one side were the members of Varia; Bell was covered in blood and in an extremely wretched state, yet he laughed maniacally while holding half of a Vongola ring in his hand. His Varia comrades all wore expressions of complete indifference.
On the other side, Gokudera Hayato's hands were empty and his body was covered in wounds of various sizes, yet he was smiling—a smile that came from the bottom of his heart.
He lay on the ground, while the teenage Sawada Tsunayoshi knelt beside him, his face full of joy, as if Gokudera Hayato's hands were not empty, but were instead clutching a massive treasure.
It's enough. It's enough that Gokudera Hayato came back alive.
I'm sorry, Tenth Generation, I failed the mission and have returned without shame. I still want to watch the fireworks with you, play happily by your side.
Even if I am not the Arash of Vongola, I will still stay by the Tenth Generation's side.
It doesn't matter. I don't like the Arash, I like you, Gokudera-kun. I only want you.
The final words had no visual, only the voices of two youths speaking their hearts. Gokudera Hayato's tone was weary yet impassioned, while Sawada Tsunayoshi was joyful and sincere.
They were both still young and didn't seem to understand the weight of the words they were exchanging, but they were so sincere; the genuine emotions of youth are greater than the heavens themselves.
Gokudera Hayato lowered his eyes, as an indescribable warmth surged through his heart—a sensation that was bittersweet, yet left a faint sweetness upon reflection.
He had always viewed the Gokudera Hayato above as someone else entirely; the other's experiences were not his experiences, the other's redemption was not his redemption, the other's future was not his future.
He remained calm, calmly watching his counterpart's bright and glorious future.
He thought calmly that since he would never meet those people, Sawada Tsunayoshi did not even exist in this space, how could he possibly offer his allegiance?
Later on, sometimes, occasionally, he would think that it would be wonderful if that person truly existed—to be able to give his everything to them, to trust them with all his heart, to find a place to belong, to share laughter and joy together.
He brushed away that sliver of undeserved longing and said to himself with cold ruthlessness, "Stop expecting anything, stop deluding yourself. These years of wandering should have taught you not to place your expectations in anything."
The more he listened to the intimate words between the two, the more his voice grew low and the more his heart ached.
As usual, they took a ten-minute break, chatting casually about various matters and the clues they had obtained.
Someone did the math; three Guardians had already appeared, which meant there were three more to come, if one calculated based on the seven flames.
World Consciousness: [Next, I will introduce the Vongola Lightning Guardian, who is also the youngest among the Guardians.
A handsome young European man wearing a distinctive cow costume appeared on the screen. Even at a young age, he already possessed the charm of an adult, with curly hair that looked lazy and casual. He had one hand tucked in his pants pocket and the other placed near his mouth as he yawned, his melancholic face bearing the drowsiness of someone who had not yet woken up.
One eye was closed, while the other was half-open.
The characteristic of the Lightning property flame is hardness; it is more difficult to break through than others, it will take all the damage received by the family upon itself and resolve it.
Another handsome man! Sonoko had already started screaming. He whispered to Ran Mori, "Another handsome man, a playboy type at that. I feel like Vongola chooses its Guardians based on their looks."
Each one had a different flavor, a different kind of handsomeness. She watched them with great relish.
The plot or whatever isn't important; the interactions between the handsome guys are the real main storyline.
Everyone was searching for the Lightning Guardian. Gokudera Hayato was sitting in the front chair, enduring Yamamoto's harassment, his eyes widened the moment he saw the character portrait: "How is it that kid!"
That's right, while others hadn't seen Lambo, he had; he was fast asleep, snoring away in the corner.
Soon, a child was moved out from the corner. He opened his eyes dizzily, flailing his limbs in the air as if swimming: "Ahhh, what's happening? Has a monster caught Lambo-sama? Why is Lambo-sama in the air? Someone is trying to kill me!"
He was pulled into a chair at the very front and immediately burst into happy laughter: "Ahahaha, Lambo is at the very front! Lambo is the greatest!"
The ones in the front were fine, they were already in their teens, but how old is this child? He can't even figure out the situation here. This scene caused many people from the red side to frown deeply.
Sending a child whose mind is not yet fully developed to be in the Mafia? You've got to be kidding me.
Gokudera Hayato was beside Lambo, his brow furrowed so tightly he could have crushed a mosquito between them. So noisy, so childish.
Who could tolerate this the least? Naturally, it was Levi from Varia. He glared at Lambo, his eyes practically spitting fire, his fingers gripping his weapon so hard it looked like he might snap it. "This is outrageous! You're saying I lost to this brat? Impossible, absolutely impossible!"
Get down here, you brat, fight me one-on-one!
Lambo looked over and saw only a burly man shouting wildly. He let out a confused huff and pouted in dissatisfaction, "You're so fierce, mister, it's really ugly. Hahaha, you actually want to challenge Lord Lambo? You'll need to practice for another hundred years."
Levi was even angrier, looking as if he were about to eat a child raw.
Reborn curled his lip. If he were Sawada Tsunayoshi's tutor, he would also list Lambo as a Lightning Guardian, because the other's skin was just too useful.
But.. hehe, using it is one thing, but the fact that the other party is so incredibly asking for it is quite another.
[An image appears on the screen showing a large bed filled with childlike charm and an abundance of plushies. In the middle of the large bed, a long, rectangular object lies motionless.
The clicking of high heels rang out, followed by a stern female voice from outside the door.
“Lord Leishou, it's time. If you don't get up now, you won't make it in time to pick up Ms. Ipring.”
One minute passed, there was not a single sound from inside.
The woman continued calling out, "You have four minutes left to open your eyes and get out of bed. In four minutes, I will come in to make your bed."
Another minute passed.
You have three minutes remaining.
Soon, three minutes passed, but there was still not a single sound from inside. The woman outside the door, wearing a tutor's uniform, pushed up her glasses and said calmly, "Lord Leishou, please excuse my intrusion, I am coming in."
She pushed the door, only to find it wouldn't budge; it was locked from the inside.
A white light flashed through the glasses, the woman walked away unperturbed in her high heels. In the room, a flash of pleasant surprise crossed the boy's eyes; oh, he could go back to sleep now.
Closing his eyes, his mind gradually relaxed, he soon drifted into a daze.
Suddenly, a tremor came from outside, the booming sound accompanied by a rush of heat startled Lambo awake. He opened his eyes to find a large hole in his bedroom door, through the hole, he could see a tall female figure standing outside, as well as the cannon she was carrying on her shoulder.
Lambo was instantly infuriated: "Isabel, you're too mean! I just didn't hear you calling me to wake up, you blew up my door! This is trespassing, you've violated my privacy! I'm going to complain to Tsuna-!"
Facing his questioning, the woman didn't even flinch an eyebrow. "First of all, I already called out five times; it's just that you didn't hear me."
Secondly, I am glad you successfully used a word that carries a bit of legal weight, even if it's not much.
Finally, most importantly, I belong to the Tenth Generation's Secretariat Group, I do not take orders from you.
Now, you have five minutes to finish washing up and come out. If I don't see you in five minutes, I will resort to illegal means again.
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