Five minutes later, a person with a host-like face walked out. Lambo was of pure European descent, with deep-set features. At the age of fifteen, he was already as tall as an adult due to proper training, his body possessed firm but not exaggerated muscles. Combined with his habit of keeping his hands in his pockets and looking at people with a slight slouch and a sideways glance, he looked somewhat intimidating from a distance.
As soon as he walked out, he saw the breakfast laid out outside and cheered, "Isabel, thank you, itadakimasu!"
Upon closer inspection, he was just a young man with a childish streak.
Isabel stood behind him, pulled out a notebook, began reading with great seriousness: "Lord Leishou, today you need to rush to Japan to pick up Ipring from France, then go to our base in Japan to handle a Cursed Spirit incident. Lord Arash has given a strict order: if you don't resolve it, you are not allowed to return."
Why?!" Lambo was so angry he couldn't even eat his food. "I am also a Guardian! Why does that octopus-head get to give me orders? No, no, I won't listen!
Isabel nodded: "Alright, since you don't want to go, then I will contact the Tenth Generation. He said that everything will follow your wishes, if you are unwilling to go, the Tenth Generation will go in your stead."
After speaking, she snapped the notebook shut with a loud thud. She was about to head out to find Sawada Tsunayoshi.
Wait, wait for me, Isabel! I didn't say I wasn't going! Ahhh, don't go contacting Tsuna-niichan!
Lambo didn't even care about his food; he ran out to stop Isabel, saying with dissatisfaction, "Listen to me to the end! I was just complaining about that guy Gokudera Hayato, I didn't say I was going to trouble Tsuna-niichan!"
Tsuna hasn't slept well for several days now, so don't disturb him with such trivial matters.
Japan, right? Cursed Spirits, right? Let's go, let's go, let's go, hurry up and let's go.
Lambo pressed his fingers against his head, his small head filled with great confusion: "Who is Tsuna? Is he Lambo's subordinate?"
Unable to figure it out, he just looked up and laughed: "Haha, Lambo will grow up to be super handsome, even more handsome than Reborn."
A wicked smirk appeared at the corners of Reborn's mouth.
The bored Gojo Satoru was already feeling drowsy, his head constantly leaning against others, while Ieiri Shoko poked him with her finger in disdain.
Geto Suguru gave a cold laugh. "If you don't want your head, I'll chop it off for you."
Gojo Satoru said aggrievedly, "How can you be like this? If you say that, I could also help you cut off the parts of your body that you don't need."
The two sat together, their temperaments being as different as fire and ice.
Having finally heard something from his own world, Gojo Satoru felt a slight interest in looking at the screen.
"If flames can also eliminate Cursed Spirits, then I would wholeheartedly support the merging of worlds. Wow, there will be so many more people to help me share my workload then," he said with joyful anticipation.
Wind was slightly surprised. "I didn't expect Ipring would be involved in this too."
Little Ipring looked up, his youthful voice crisp and clear: "Master, Ipring is here."
Feng smiled dotingly: "I know. What I meant was that I'll be able to see a slightly older Ipring very soon, Master is very happy about that."
Little Ipring scratched his head, also becoming happy.
The Vongola plane was parked at the airport, Lambo was waiting idly under the scorching sun. After waiting for quite a while, he finally spotted a tall and slender young girl in the crowd.
The young girl was carrying a large suitcase that was almost as tall as she was, it looked very heavy, yet she carried it as if it were nothing, moving with light, swift steps like a swallow.
As soon as he saw her, Lambo immediately pouted and complained, "You're so slow, Ipring, I've been waiting here for a long time."
The delicate young girl with neat braids raised her eyebrows. "It's not like I made you wait, Lambo. You could have gone to the destination first."
Lambo rubbed his curly hair helplessly. "If I leave without waiting for you, Tsuna-niichan will scold me."
That suitcase of yours is very heavy, let me help you carry it.
Ipring swung the suitcase to his other hand, the heavy trunk was tossed over as smoothly as if it were a handkerchief. Ipring huffed, "I don't need your help, I can do it myself."
Lanbao said gleefully, "That's great! This way I won't have to carry the big box, I'll be able to eat even more delicious food later."
Shamar choked on his breath, panting like an ox. "Damn it, this brat! How could a beautiful girl say such unrefined things in front of him? Damn it, how can someone like him have a beautiful girl by his side? I won't accept this!"
As he finished speaking, he felt waves of black smoke rising from beside him. He watched in horror as Belphegor's face turned pitch black, a poisonous dish appearing in his hands, while he muttered, "Romeo!"
Ipring looked up and said, "Master, Ipring will be so beautiful when she grows up."
Wind stroked her head, Ipring continued, "But that broccoli-headed guy is impolite; Ipring doesn't want to be friends with him."
Feng said gently, "It's alright. Ipring, the things you need to think about can wait; for now, let's just enjoy the movie."
Ipring nodded.
“No, we have to complete the mission first,” Ipring rejected Lambo's suggestion.
"Why are you being like this? Even Tsuna-niichan isn't worried." Lambo jumped up, looking completely dissatisfied.
"No means no! Mr. Gokudera specifically instructed Ipring to keep a close eye on Lambo during his mission, that he can only go out to play once the mission is finished," the young girl Ipring argued convincingly.
Upon hearing Gokudera Hayato's name, Lambo directed all his hostility toward him: "Fine! I knew it! It was enough that you sent Isabel to watch over me back at headquarters, but now you're even calling people to watch me while we're out! You damn octopus-head, just you wait until I get back!"
Lambo suddenly started screaming and shouting, startling everyone else at the airport. Strange looks came from all directions, making Ipring feel very embarrassed; she grabbed Lambo and covered his mouth, apologizing to the people around them while dragging the huge suitcase out.
Once they were outside, she let go of him and quietly whispered a few words to him under Lambo's resisting gaze.
Lambo's expression of defiance instantly changed, shifting first to shock, then to anger, finally into a state of extreme calm.
So that's how it is. I was saying their expressions have been very strange these past few days, they even specifically sent Isabel over. It turns out they were afraid Tsuna-niichan would find out.
“That's so hateful! Even Ipring was notified, why didn't anyone tell me!”
The young girl snorted and said, "It's because we were afraid Lambo would be too obvious and be discovered by Tsuna-niichan. Even Ipring didn't have the confidence to deceive Tsuna-niichan, so he used the excuse of going to France to find his master to avoid it."
Lambo looked embarrassed; he really was a total leak.
Without knowing what Ipring said to him, Lambo's mood became high-spirited, instead, he said to Ipring, "There's no time to lose, let's hurry and finish the mission, we must do it in the best and most perfect way possible."
This Ipring had no objections; he nodded, grabbed the large suitcase, boarded the Vongola car to leave.
Colonello rubbed his chin. "Reborn, can you guess what they were talking about in secret? You're just letting everyone guess without revealing it."
Reborn: "I bet it definitely has something to do with the Vongola Tenth Generation."
Colonello was speechless: "I could have guessed that even without you saying it. Give me something I can't guess."
Reborn blinked his bright, innocent bead-like eyes: "What are you talking about? I have no idea."
Why are you playing innocent again!
Hey, even pretending to sleep is going too far!
[Night, in an ancient-style building in the outskirts.
A group of people dressed in black sat gathered in a dark room, surrounded not by modern technology, but by the brightness created by various lit candles.
The evening breeze blew past the candles, causing the flames to flicker and the dark shadows to sway indistinctly.
Outside, the wind raged, the strange branches rustled, casting shadows upon the window that looked like man-eating monsters.
That was merely the surface; if anyone who understood jujutsu saw the scenery inside, their alarm bells would ring, they would surely retreat in fear.
Because the Cursed Spirit was already extremely ugly and bizarre, but the things inside were even more grotesque, one surpassing the other in strangeness.
Among them was a massive nine-headed Cursed Spirit, featuring eight heads fused together—including dog, cat, rat, fly heads—with a human head positioned in the center.
There were also Cursed Spirits with bird bodies, octopus heads, turtle shells on their backs.
There were even strange Cursed Spirits with bodies covered in eyes, five fingers growing out of those eyes.
Inside the room, people were clinking glasses, each of them drinking with joyous smiles, while on the floor, people were kneeling, trembling as they offered wine and food, serving as footstools, allowing those above to step on their backs.
They even had to maintain a proper smile on their faces, a heartfelt smile, but the trembling in their eyes betrayed them.
"Oh my, what on earth is that? It's so scary!" Lusuria screamed, speaking with disgust; there was no fear in her eyes, only revulsion toward the ugly things.
Gojo Satoru raised his hand and answered eagerly, "Leave this question to the respectable Gojo-sensei. These are the specialty villains of our world, Cursed Spirits; they are all ugly, but these few are especially ugly, exceptionally ugly. A certain freak with abnormal aesthetics must never fall in love with them, or I will look down on you."
Geto Suguru gave a smirked smile: "I don't need your approval, besides, I have excellent taste, you dessert-obsessed freak with the twisted palate."
Gojo Satoru was shocked: "Sweets are the best thing in the world."
Byakuran, who had not spoken for a long time, agreed, "Marshmallows are delicious."
Gojo Satoru had an expression on his face that said, "Brother, you know what I mean."
Lambo looked at the old building with disdain, pouting as he complained, "Seriously, this damn place doesn't even have a single light. Why is it that everywhere they go is full of high technology, while we have to trek into the middle of these deep mountains and forests?"
Ipring also frowned. "We'd better finish this quickly; there are so many mosquitoes here, it's so annoying."
Haha, I agree this time.
The people inside the room were eating and drinking joyfully, but upon hearing a knock at the door, they turned to the servants with looks of displeasure: "What is going on? Didn't we say that no one is allowed to disturb us tonight? What have you done?"
The servants knelt one after another, their bodies trembling. "We are sorry, my Lord, I will go and see right now."
A servant kept kowtowing, saying he would go open the door to take a look.
Before they could act, the door was kicked open. The girl retracted her foot from the door, while the boy spoke arrogantly, "Hey, you little pieces of trash actually think you can provoke our Vongola?"
“Open the door, Lord Lambo is here to cause you trouble.”
Chapter 23: 23 Days of Live Streaming
[Ipring added: "Lambo, Tsuna-niichan said we have to be polite."]
Oh, I see.
Lambo said, "I take back what I just said. Never mind, never mind. Let me rephrase."
Please come out voluntarily, please open the door, Mr. Lambo is here to cause you trouble.
After saying that, he wrinkled his nose in unhappiness: "There, is that okay? Ipring, you can't go and tell on me. Lambo is very well-mannered."
Ipring smiled happily, "Mm, Ipring is also polite; everyone is a polite child."
Sawada Tsunayoshi: This isn't right, there's a huge difference between one hundred points and ten thousand points, right? Who told them to use this kind of politeness, who taught them? In any case, it wasn't him who taught them.
Sawada Tsunayoshi felt incredibly guilty and didn't dare look in the direction where the wind was blowing. Lambo had been mischievous since he was a child, but Ipring was such a good child and had always been sensible; how could he face the wind and explain why he had become like this now?
It's all over, it's all over, I can't bear to look!
Wind was actually quite happy, unlike Sawada Tsunayoshi, who found such behavior quite annoying.
Hmm, I originally thought about how to teach Ipring not to be so kind and polite, but it seems Vongola is quite skilled at raising children. Do I need to reserve a spot for child-rearing at the Tenth Generation's place in advance? I suppose I have a bit of influence, after all.
He was secretly thinking about entrusting the child to the Vongola kindergarten.
[Lambo saw the scene inside, shock and disgust flashed through his eyes. He let out an exaggerated gag: "What a disgusting scene! Lambo-sama's eyes have been attacked! Can they pay me some compensation? Once I get back, I'm definitely going to brag to Tsuna-niichan about how much Lambo-sama sacrificed."]
Ipring's entire face scrunched up: "Ipring agrees, they are so unhygienic. Uncle Kawahira will definitely be very angry when he sees this. If Ipring accidentally touches those disgusting things, he will definitely make me wash my hands for a long time."
I get it, I get it! You just want to hand the Cursed Spirit over to me to deal with, so just say so directly.