My god, it's true, he really cross-dressed as a woman to attend the banquet as Senior Hibari's date. As expected, is this his revenge for joining the Port Mafia?
Reborn, this is all your fault.
When in doubt, there's no mistake in turning to Reborn.
Why does a grown man like him have to pretend? Are there no girls left in the family?
It seemed as though she had sensed Sawada Tsunayoshi's complaints; inside, the girl was also gritting her teeth and cursing Reborn for eating instant noodles without the seasoning packets, which meant the cosplay outfits he wanted had all been bought by others.
As they walked, Sawada Tsunayoshi wore the dignified and elegant smile he had been trained to wear by Reborn, while his fingers tightly gripped Hibari Kyoya's arm.
“Why is it you?” Hibari Kyoya asked indifferently.
As soon as he finished speaking, Sawada Tsunayoshi stumbled. If he hadn't grabbed Hibari Kyoya's arm, he would have fallen straight to the ground; it would have been so embarrassing.
What, are you unhappy because it's me?
Hibari Kyoya raised an eyebrow in surprise: "Wow, you're quite bold today."
The little animal's fur stood on end; that was truly rare.
"Hehe." Speaking of which, Sawada Tsunayoshi thought of the words Reborn had said to him not long ago.
Stupid Tsuna, as the Leader, you actually haven't noticed the Guardians' troubles. You're so incompetent.
Sawada Tsunayoshi raised his head from the mountain of documents, his eyes swirling with confusion. "Huh? What troubles? What troubles do they have?"
Isn't he the one with the troubles?
Even though Reborn was in his teens, his youthful face couldn't help but radiate a mature aura: "For example, Hibari, if he doesn't deal with his female companion issue, he'd better be careful—the people wanting to marry him could form a line from France all the way to Japan."
Sawada Tsunayoshi shuddered. Senior Hibari hated trouble and noise; if too many people came to disturb him, it would mean he would lose his temper, which would lead to him fighting and killing, destroying buildings—which meant he would go bankrupt again!
That won't do!" Sawada Tsunayoshi slammed the table and stood up, his gaze determined. "We have to find a way to mitigate the impact of this matter.
Reborn elegantly crossed his legs, leaning back on the sofa. "It's a very simple problem. Japan will be hosting a banquet soon and he's been invited. You just need to have him find a female companion before he goes, then everyone will leave him alone."
What a great idea!" Sawada Tsunayoshi said delightedly, his words sweet as honey, "Reborn, how are you so smart? You're truly the best in the world.
Reborn faced the sweet words with a pleasant smile curling his lips, but that smile was full of mischief: "Then who do you plan to send as his date?"
He definitely needs to be highly skilled in combat. Wait, I haven't asked Senior Hibari yet; what if he doesn't like this method?
Hibari Kyoya hated it when others interfered in his affairs. At this thought, Sawada Tsunayoshi pulled out his phone. "How about I ask him first?"
No need to ask. This is the method he and I discussed. As long as you can choose someone he is satisfied with, he will accept it.
As expected of Reborn, he can plan for everything.
Sawada Tsunayoshi sat down, the fountain pen spinning unconsciously between his fingertips; he no longer had the heart to grade the documents.
The first female companion that came to mind was, of course, the Guardian Chrome. "But it'll be hard to explain to Mukuro; even though Senior Hibari gets along very well with Chrome, if he finds out, he'll kill me."
Chrome, pass.
"Ipring, you're too small."pass.
"Lal is on her honeymoon with Colonello; if Colonello finds out, he'll come to lecture me." Lal, pass.
Kyoko, Haru, they went to France for a vacation, besides, they wouldn't be suitable either.
After thinking it over, none of those familiar female friends that Hibari Kyoya would accept were suitable, so Sawada Tsunayoshi took an unconventional approach: "How about we borrow Suzuran from Byakuran?"
"Do you want Vongola to be rebuilt once more?" Reborn asked, cutting straight to the point.
Sawada Tsunayoshi scratched his head in frustration. Even though he was clearly a grown man who had experienced so much, in front of Reborn, he still acted like a fifteen-year-old child.
Then what should I do? I finally thought of such a good idea.
Reborn hid his calculating smile behind his coffee cup. "There is still one other way, that is to see if you can steel yourself enough to use it."
It's fine, as long as you say so, I can do anything.
There aren't any suitable ones for women, but there are for men.
Sawada Tsunayoshi's face froze instantly, his neck seemed to be frozen, making cracking sounds. After a long moment, he rubbed his face and said with a strained tone, "Senior, isn't that too much? Does he know you want him to wear women's clothing?"
This left Reborn speechless. "Who is Dino? Look at him, do you think he's suited for that?"
Sawada Tsunayoshi felt wronged, because Dino had been Senior Hibari's teacher for a period of time, so he naturally thought the two of them had a good relationship.
As for Mukuro, illusion arts could be used, but that would cause World 73 to erupt into a third world war. Senior Hibari is too rough, Lambo is still too young, but Gokudera Hayato and Yamamoto could give it a try.
One is a beautiful girl from another world, the other is a sunny, athletic girl; you could think of them however you like.
Sawada Tsunayoshi looked at Reborn expectantly, but unfortunately, he was rejected.
Think about it again; it's far away, yet right before your eyes.
Sawada Tsunayoshi's eyes went blank, his gaze darting around frantically. He looked at Reborn's youthful physique and that charming, masculine face, for some reason, his cheeks flushed red. "I didn't expect that even after leaving your infant body, you'd still have a hobby for dressing up. Why bother with any other excuse? Fine, then I'll go contact Kyoya. If it's Reborn, he should be quite willing to—AAAAAAH! Don't suddenly pull out a gun!"
With a dark gun barrel pressed against him, Sawada Tsunayoshi crossed his arms in front of his chest: "Even if I expose your scheme, there's no need to silence me by killing me, right?"
Reborn let out a cold laugh. "Don't play dumb with me; you know exactly what I'm trying to say."
Sawada Tsunayoshi's eyes drifted away. "What do you mean, playing dumb? I have no idea what you're talking about."
Reborn didn't waste any more words with him: "3, 2, 1"
Alright, alright, I get it, it's me, it's me! I'm the most suitable one, so stop the countdown!
Reborn retracted his gun, his face returning to a kind smile, his voice became adorable: "It would have been better if you had been like this from the start."
As the memories faded, thinking of the hardships he had endured, even Senior Hibari's majesty could not make him feel intimidated; instead, he puffed out his chest. "In any case, I am Senior Hibari's date today, so I have to be bold."
Not only would he be bold, but he would also show off their affection without restraint, making everyone back down and providing Hibari Kyoya with a peaceful environment.
Thinking of this, his originally stiff hand became soft as he took Hibari Kyoya's wrist; his eyes seemed to be ablaze, his entire being exuded a high fighting spirit.
Ahead lay the battlefield.
Hibari Kyoya remained silent. He couldn't understand why the little animal was suddenly so full of fighting spirit, but if it could stay like this all the time, he could fight with it every single day.
Moreover, this kind of furry little issue had no flaws in his eyes—mm, it felt very cute. Like how the little animal suddenly wanted to bite people or something.
The banquet doors opened, the music and the scent of alcohol from within drifted on the breeze to the noses of the two people, presenting a picture of debauchery and extravagance.
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Chapter 30: Live Streaming for 30 Days
The space was silent.
No one wanted to be the first to speak.
However, the Rainbow members looked at Reborn with strange expressions.
Conspiracy, open schemes—in any case, Reborn had ulterior motives. They could all see through it; the Reborn inside had tricked the innocent Vongola Tenth Generation into wearing women's clothing.
Degenerate.
Pervert.
An old man's strange hobby.
He didn't know which Rainbow had spat those words of contempt, but Reborn accepted them all without objection.
Humph, just the buzzing of some tiny insects; his happiness is what matters most.
He was certain that Sawada Tsunayoshi's look was definitely his own doing; he knew his own hobbies and techniques best. He had to say, Sawada Tsunayoshi had a great foundation; he only needed some careful grooming to transform his masculine edges into feminine contours.
He didn't care what others thought; all that mattered was that he had enjoyed the sight.
For some reason, Mori Ogai gradually shifted his gaze toward Dazai Osamu. Upon closer inspection, Dazai-kun was actually quite a delicate-looking boy; his overall look leaned towards being refined and exquisite, without any rough edges. If he were a little younger, he would be a complete gothic lolita in girls' clothing.
And if it were gothic style, it would be even better.
"Um, Dazai-kun.." Is there a possibility that you're actually a woman disguised as a man, working as an undercover agent in the Port Mafia?
In the next second, Dazai Osamu jumped directly to Ozaki Kureyo's side, casting a look of contempt at Mori Ogai—three parts disdain, four parts discrimination, two parts pity, one part killing intent—as he spoke: "No chance, give it up, you perverted old man."
"How could you be like this.." Mori Ogai clutched his chest, desperately wanting to hold onto this affection.
Otherwise, I'll commit suicide—no, I'll blow up the entire Port Mafia headquarters before I commit suicide.
Dazai Osamu spoke his threats in a sinister tone.
Only then did Mori Ogai shut his mouth. Oh my, children are so easy to tease; they get so worked up with just a little provocation. How fun.
Gojo Satoru slowly shifted his gaze toward Fushiguro Megumi, stroking his chin as he said with ill intent, "Looking closely, Megumi also has a very good face. Slender and cute, with a very small face. If you were to change into a maid outfit, ah, a grumpy maid, that would be a huge selling point."
Fushiguro Megumi remained expressionless as he stepped firmly on Gojo Satoru's foot. "Speaking of faces, Gojo-san has the best face. Why don't you try playing a maid? I'm sure many people would be willing to come and watch."
Gojo Satoru didn't show even a hint of pain as he casually ruffled Fushiguro Megumi's hair. "Oh my, although Gojo-sensei is very gratified that Megumi thinks so highly of me, I'd love to try acting the part, my height just isn't up to it."
And another thing, Megumi really does think my face is handsome, doesn't she? You wouldn't admit it before, you're so dishonest.
Fushiguro Megumi's face fell: I lost.
As expected, this person wouldn't feel embarrassed no matter what was said.
Hibari Kyoya was thinking about something, his face showing no expression.
He thought of a certain name: Discipline Group.
Very good, this aligns perfectly with his plans for the future; he'll just call it the Discipline Group from now on.
And as for that audacious little animal, he will naturally go and have a good chat with him once he is out.
And this little animal, having changed from a herbivore to a carnivore, is well worth crushing.
Looking up, Hibari Kyoya revealed a bloodthirsty smile, which gave Sawada Tsunayoshi quite a fright.
It's over, it's over, Senior Hibari must be angry. Thank goodness no one else can see him, hahaha, I've escaped a disaster.
God help him, he absolutely must not show up at a time like this, or he'll die—social death.
Sawada Tsunayoshi felt there was nothing more embarrassing than seeing himself in women's clothing and seeing his respected Senior Hibari pretending to be his girlfriend to attend a banquet.
In fact, there was.
As soon as Hibari Kyoya entered, he went off to talk with various big shots. They were discussing business matters, leaving Sawada Tsunayoshi to face all sorts of wealthy young ladies and socialites all by himself.
He also really wanted to leave, but he had not forgotten that he had come here on a mission.