If I were to inherit the wrong history of Vongola, a bloody history, call that 'greatness' instead.
I refuse.
“I refuse.”
Images of the past surfaced before Sawada Tsunayoshi's eyes—scenes of him playing with his friends, watching fireworks together, going to school together, also scenes of everyone being injured.
He said it over and over again: I don't want to be in the Port Mafia.
He said it over and over again: I don't want to be the Vongola Leader.
He said it over and over again: I just want to live an ordinary life.
Sawada Tsunayoshi's gaze became even more determined.
Outside, Hibari Kyoya's gaze grew increasingly satisfied, as if he were looking not at a man about to suffocate, but at a young boy creating a miracle.
Of course, Sawada Tsunayoshi was indeed skilled at creating miracles.
If I am to inherit such a flawed history, then I shall be the one to destroy Vongola!
From that moment on, the Vongola Decimo, recognized by all the previous Leaders, was born, crowned by the First Generation who ignited the final flame for him.
Sawada Tsunayoshi, who had broken through the darkness, shimmered with a resolve that would never waver again, with an eternal, pure flame ignited upon his forehead.
Hibari Kyoya looked at him as if he were looking at his most satisfying prey.
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"This kid!" Squalo gritted his teeth, desperately wanting to deny it; Sawada Tsunayoshi's words had summoned the fighting spirit within his body.
Audacious, lawless.. is it because he is ignorant and therefore fearless? How dare he? How could he dare to say such a thing!
It was precisely these words that received recognition, solidifying his position as the Vongola Decimo.
Damn, his emotions were stirred up.
"Whoa, that's way too brave! Does he really know what he's saying?" Even the well-traveled Colonello was stunned; he nudged Reborn with his arm.
Look, the fine disciple you've trained.
Reborn, is this what you taught him?
The black-haired infant stroked Leon, who had somehow turned into a handgun, with a creepy smile on his face—a smile that Sawada Tsunayoshi would call the smile of an Angel of Death.
Sorry, I didn't teach him that.
These words are because he is exceptionally gifted.
But that was enough; the surprises this future disciple brought him were truly growing larger and larger. He could no longer wait to go and meet that child, then train him properly.
Honestly, it brought out a fighting spirit in him that he hadn't felt in a long time.
His body was trembling.
No, it was his heart that was trembling.
Xanxus lowered his head and looked at his own hands; in the next second, he gripped the gun in his hand tightly, the curve of his lips widening more and more.
I couldn't tell if it was anger or some other emotion.
Is the Vongola, which I take such pride in and want to protect for the rest of my life, nothing more than a nuisance to be avoided in your eyes?
The position I have no hope for is nothing more than a huge trouble in your eyes.
What I want, the goal I strive for, is exactly what you are desperately trying to escape.
How ironic!
Ridiculous!
However, Xanxus looked at the hunched figure inside; he was so frail that he seemed like he could be crushed with a single hand.
He looked forward to Sawada Tsunayoshi bringing new changes to the Hidden World.
It will definitely be interesting.
He was waiting right here, waiting for the people outside to break through the gates of Varia, to challenge him, to conquer him.
Of course, Xanxus knew that no one could conquer him.
From that moment on, he began to view Sawada Tsunayoshi as a rival, treating that seemingly weak boy as an equal the very moment he shouted those words.
History will remember Sawada Tsunayoshi's words, history will also respond to them.
Chapter 33: Live Stream for 33 Days
Hibari Kyoya and his self ten years later were separated by a significant span of time.
He understood what his future self was so excited and happy about.
Ten years ago, Hibari Kyoya's fingers were itching; he felt an inexplicable urge to strike something.
It was I who opened Sawada Tsunayoshi's valves and tapped into his potential, allowing a butterfly once bound by a cocoon to spread its wings and letting his latent strength manifest.
It was a wonderful feeling, one that brought him even more satisfaction than finding a suitable opponent.
Sawada Tsunayoshi. Hibari Kyoya let the name linger in his mouth, spoke it aloud, then crushed it.
Very good, there was nothing that could make him happier.
Sawada Tsunayoshi, I look forward to your growth. Or rather, I look forward to personally participating in your growth.
Gokudera Hayato said instinctively, "So cool!"
Yamamoto replied kindly, "Yeah, I think he's really cool too."
Gokudera Hayato's expression changed instantly: "Who was I talking to you for? How ridiculous."
Haha, I wasn't talking to you either. I was talking to Chrome.
Gokudera Hayato..
Lambo threw a tantrum, rolling on the ground, "Damn it, my subordinates are all so handsome, Lambo-sama must become even more handsome in the future."
Gokudera Hayato: Who asked you?
Rokudo Mukuro chuckled, only then did he have the qualification to seize it.
Gokudera Hayato: Psycho, he laughs just like a pervert.
Hibari Kyoya sat in the outermost seat, arms coldly crossed, silent and speechless.
Gokudera Hayato: What a load of crap.
Anyway, he doesn't care about gender or age; none of them can escape his scolding.
During his break, Mori Ogai was still brooding: "Ozaki Kureyo, if the Port Mafia could also endure for many years, wouldn't the future successors all be very unique?"
Oh dear, I can't seem to come up with an answer for Mr. Tian. Fortunately, the Port Mafia is led by the capable, so they don't place much importance on bloodlines.
Ozaki Kureyo covered her mouth to stifle a laugh, using the most elegant words to deliver the most hurtful blow: "If you weren't so obsessed with playing dress-up with Alice, I believe the Port Mafia would have welcomed its mistress long ago."
If it were just about your reputation outside, I believe you would have quite a market, Mori-dono.
Mori Ogai gave a carefree laugh. "A pity, Ozaki Kureyo. My entire life must be dedicated to the cause of the Port Mafia; to sacrifice my own meager love for everyone's future—I think it is well worth it."
Well said," Dazai Osamu said, his words piercing through his true nature in a single sentence: "The truth is, nobody actually likes a perverted loli-con.
Mori Ogai: "Dazai-kun, sometimes silence is also a virtue."
Sorry, I haven't had any virtues since I was a child.
Sawada Tsunayoshi counted the Guardians on his fingers; following the order of the World Consciousness, only one Guardian remained.
He looked toward Kawakyo's direction with concern.
If Kawarihei joins the Port Mafia, Kyoko will definitely be heartbroken.
The break ended, the footage continued to play.
Next, we introduce the Vongola Decimo's Sun Guardian, Kawarihei.
A man who looked extremely robust appeared on the screen. His strength wasn't the exaggerated kind seen in bodybuilders; instead, every muscle was packed with power. With white bandages wrapped around his fists and a bright, sunny smile on his face, he swung his fist forward.
The characteristic of Sun flames is vitality, using one's own body to crush the family's adversity and transforming into a shining sun.
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Lusuria screamed, "A perfect body, perfect muscles! Ah, ah, it's too beautiful! You're practically my dream lover; if only I could have just one touch!"
Let me touch it; I'd even be willing to take a punch for it.
Bell complained, "Can you not try to both eat and take it at the same time?"
Kyoko covered her mouth with her hands and let out a startled cry, looking to the side in surprise, "Brother?"
Kawarihei frowned. "Kyoko, that is someone else's business. I won't do anything dangerous, so don't worry."
That's right. Ever since he made that vow to Kyoko that year, he would never do anything to make Kyoko cry or worry.
As he sat down in the chair, Kawarihei was still thinking to himself: I'm sorry, Mr. Tian, even though you're an extreme man, I can't do dangerous things with you.
Kurokawa Hana hugged Kawakyo and comforted her, "It's okay, Kyoko. After all, that's a matter for the future; no one can say for sure if your brother will really become a member of the Port Mafia. The future is subject to change."
That's right, Big Brother Kawarihei definitely won't do anything to make you sad.
She was secretly furious. Dammit, to actually make lovely Kyoko sad, she felt like going out and beating someone up.
The comforted Kyoko shook her head, her beautiful face gazing at the high-spirited man above, lost in thought: "Hana, do you know? Big brother has always been a man of his word, especially when it comes to things he has promised me; he will definitely follow through."
Kurokawa Hana: "The person up there is.."
Kyoko revealed a gratified smile. "Then it must be a decision that my brother thought about for a long time, he must have met someone he wants to help no matter what."
He isn't an impulsive person; on the contrary, he is very delicate and considerate, thinking much more than I do.
So, that must be the future he chose for himself, a future he chose after careful consideration. I'm not angry; I'm just very worried—will he encounter danger on the road ahead? Will he get hurt?
But this time, I will keep all my worries in my heart and only give my brightest smile to my brother, because I know that sometimes a loved one's concern is not motivation, but a shackle.
So, Sawada Tsunayoshi saw that the Kyoko he was worried about did not show any signs of concern; instead, she looked up at the high-spirited man with a happy expression.
"Kyoko." Kurokawa Hana hugged her, silently rubbing her face. She was too cute—so cute it was practically a crime.