Sawada Tsunayoshi blinked again, a third figure appeared: Reborn, wearing a cute angel costume.
He could no longer hold back.
Who are you trying to fool? Even if it is an illusion, you should at least do some proper research to see what an angel actually looks like. Not everyone with white wings is an angel, not everyone carrying a trident like a staff is an angel. That last one was even more outrageous—it wasn't an angel at all, but a pure demon.
No, no, no, it's Satan. No, wait, even Satan would have Reborn's name tattooed on his back; he is even more terrifying than Satan.
Angels must at least have kind hearts. Look at those three, none of them meet that criteria!
Reborn, dressed as an angel, spoke up, "What? Do you have some grievance against me?"
It's more than just dissatisfaction; it's downright eyesore-level. How old are you anyway, still trying to act like a child? You were cute when you were a little baby, but you're a grown man now, so stop trying to act cute, okay?
Click.
The familiar sound of a round being chambered.
Sawada Tsunayoshi opened his eyes and met a mature, handsome face.
He saw the wicked smile on the boy's face, as well as the black muzzle of a gun behind it.
Not bad, Chun Gang. You actually woke up before I could even make my move this time. Your perception has improved; keep working hard next time.
Sawada Tsunayoshi wiped his face with a calm expression.
He absolutely cannot let Reborn know about that dream just now; he'll die, absolutely.
Since you're up, hurry and get dressed. The plane is already waiting upstairs.
Having dodged the gun barrel, he couldn't dodge the clothes falling from the sky. Sawada Tsunayoshi struggled to pull on the clearly tight-fitting vest, complaining, "Can't I change into a different set of clothes? I think.."
I don't care what you think; I care what I think.
Fine, fine, his overbearing nature wasn't something new; he had long since grown used to it.
Sawada Tsunayoshi struggled to put on that tight-fitting vest, checking himself in the mirror repeatedly. No matter how he looked at it, the waist looked awkward; it didn't feel warm at all, just chilly.
Wait, take off the vest and change into a coat.
Tsunayoshi happily took off his vest in front of the mirror and happily changed into a loose jacket.
It would have been fine if you'd done this from the start. I had to keep taking it on and off; it's such a hassle.
Under Reborn's threatening gaze, Sawada Tsunayoshi fell silent.
It's good enough that you're even wearing something, so don't say another word.
Chapter 36: Live Stream for 36 Days
After boarding the plane, Sawada Tsunayoshi fell into a busy routine. This was what being a Leader was like—having an endless list of things to do every single day. Meetings, meetings, more meetings; then handling infighting among the Guardians, handling infighting within Varia, dealing with the conflicts between the Guardians and Varia, then, there was paying out money, paying out money, paying out more money.
No, Sawada Tsunayoshi suddenly lifted his head from the documents; this was not the life of a Leader he had ever imagined.
He went crazy on the plane, while meanwhile, Reborn leisurely finished his simple breakfast and then began patrolling the Vongola castle.
At ten o'clock in the morning, he arrived at the Gatekeeper's territory on time, beat them under the fearful gazes of the Gatekeepers.
At 10:30 AM, Reborn lay in a chair, enjoying the training session where everyone's painful expressions were on display, used his handsome face and sexy lips to deliver devilish remarks that were tripled in intensity.
At eleven o'clock in the morning, he appeared in the library on time to read leisurely, always accompanied by his never-absent black coffee.
At twelve o'clock, he appeared in the cafeteria on time to have a meal.
At two-thirty, he took off the blindfold from his face on time and began his patrol.
Appearing before the Gatekeepers at three o'clock, he began his second round of beatings for the day.
Finishing work at five after dinner, what a truly wonderful day it has been.
What stood in opposition to him was indeed the fact that Sawada Tsunayoshi was reviewing documents on a plane, Sawada Tsunayoshi was making phone calls in a car, Sawada Tsunayoshi was negotiating with people on a cruise ship, Sawada Tsunayoshi was commanding via video conference from a hotel.
After reading it, Sawada Tsunayoshi fell silent, he fell to his knees on the ground.
I lost.
Damn it, Reborn, why is your life so easy while I have to work, work, work constantly?
Nanami Kento, who had been silent for a long time, slowly spoke up, "How does one join this Vongola Gatekeeper group? What rank is required to be as relaxed as that young man? Or, I could handle a bit more work, but I need a guarantee of a nine-to-five schedule with a two-hour break at noon."
Hearing this, Gojo Satoru also couldn't hold it in: "Nanami, have you finally broken?"
The response to him was Nanami Kento's mocking gaze: "Heh, of course you wouldn't understand the true value of a nine-to-five job with a two-hour lunch break."
Gojo Satoru spread his hands helplessly. "Of course, because I'm the ultimate corporate slave who sleeps no more than five hours a day. Everyone is completely dependent on me; I'm truly popular, unlike the gloomy Nanami."
Nanami Kento gave a hollow laugh. "If that's what you want to think, there's nothing I can do about it."
What a fool.
Colonello let out an "oh," letting out a playful laugh. "Reborn, didn't you look down on me for training the Navy? Why are you still training the Gatekeeper troops? Has your mindset grown old along with your age?"
Facing his provocation, Reborn curled his lips. "What, seeing me working with Lal makes you jealous?"
Colonello's hair stood on end instantly. "Who said that? I'm not envious at all! You two are just colleagues! Hey, hey, hey, don't tell me you're planning something with Lal, you scumbag!"
Lal could no longer tolerate it and gave Colonello a sharp reprimand: "Shut up, quiet down."
Reborn ignored them, still savoring the sight of Sawada Tsunayoshi wearing the vest.
I have to say, his waist is quite slim.
At night, Sawada Tsunayoshi was sleeping with his eyes closed. There were still guards standing watch in the luxurious hotel; they were all part of the Leader's direct protection squad, would guard the Leader's side day and night.
In the middle of the night, when all was silent, a dark shadow appeared in the corner of the hallway. He looked around cautiously and successfully infiltrated this hotel, which was as secure as a steel barrel.
That was close. It's nothing more than the Vongola Leader's protection squad; if I didn't have a family heirloom that could conceal my presence, I certainly wouldn't have been able to get close to him.
Humph, after tonight, the news of my successful assassination of the Vongola Tenth Generation Leader will spread throughout the entire World 73. By then, that mere Reborn will have already become weak, turning into a lapdog for Vongola, while I will replace him to become the world's number one assassin, completing the great feat that he failed to achieve.
Thinking about how he would look after becoming the world's number one assassin—with countless people admiring and worshipping him—the hitman felt a surge of excitement throughout his body, desperately covering his mouth to keep from exposing himself.
No, he couldn't think about it anymore; he had to hurry and complete the mission.
The title of the world's number one assassin was waiting for him.
Using exquisite skills, the assassin successfully infiltrated the room where Sawada Tsunayoshi was staying, in the darkness, he saw the Leader sleeping peacefully on the bed.
I have to say, he is so young. The advantages of combined Eastern and Western bloodlines were fully reflected in Sawada Tsunayoshi. He had a handsome face that didn't look as intimidating as the leaders of other families, but judging by the contours under the quilt, his muscles were very well-trained.
Brown hair might look dull and ordinary on others, but for His Excellency the Tenth Generation, the color is just right, complementing his temperament and making him appear both gentle and aloof.
His fair skin wasn't coarse or greasy like those bosses, those lips, pale with a hint of pink, were slightly parted, as if.. wait, I'm getting off topic, stop, stop.
Think about something serious.
It was said that he was Reborn's disciple; just the thought of being able to replace Reborn's position and then kill his disciple made the assassin feel full of energy.
What a pity. He actually quite appreciated this Leader's looks and felt relieved by his actions. However, he would not violate his professional ethics; since he had accepted the money, he had to do the right thing.
My apologies.
As the assassin raised his knife, prepared to plunge it into the heart, he suddenly crashed into a stretch of clear lake water.
Sawada Tsunayoshi opened his eyes at some unknown moment.
His eyes shone as clear as lake water, without a hint of sleepiness.
Why are you only making your move now? Were you just thinking about how to kill me perfectly just now?
Assassin..
I've been waiting for you for a long time; you seemed to be spacing out just now.
Assassin: It's because I was lost in your beauty.
The time you just wasted would have been enough for Reborn to kill me eighteen times. Can you really knock Reborn down from the number one assassin position?
The assassin snapped back to his senses: "Nonsense, I wasn't spacing out. I just noticed that you had woken up. Just you wait, I'll knock Reborn down from the number one assassin spot very soon. Don't get too cocky."
Sawada Tsunayoshi nodded, looking at him with a light laugh. "But you probably won't get the chance, because you're about to become a prisoner of Vongola, you likely won't get the chance to come out for the rest of your life."
Oh no, it's a trap.
The assassin flipped over and opened the window to escape, but a cold, suppressed voice rang out from behind him: "If you think you can leave after trying to harm the Tenth Generation, I will commit ritual suicide in front of the Tenth Generation if I let you escape today."
He ignored him and jumped straight out the window.
“Hayato, remember to leave him with a breath of life.”
“Yes, sir.”
Damn it, to think they wouldn't take him seriously, sending a subordinate to catch him instead—they're underestimating him, the world's greatest assassin who hasn't even reached his full potential.
Frustrated, the assassin halted his steps: "Do you think I'm the only one performing assassinations? Do you think my side is the only one taking action? Heh, I wonder if Reborn can still protect your Vongola Headquarters when faced with the world's most famous mercenary team."
Reborn is already old; he should have stepped down from his position long ago to let younger people like us take over.
After saying that, he immediately fled, terrified that even a moment's delay would lead to his capture.
Gokudera Hayato's reputation in the Hidden World was not a good one; as the spokesperson sent by the iron-blooded Tenth Generation Vongola Leader, he had long ago earned the reputation of being a loyal hound. His fanatical faith was one thing, but the violent wrath he unleashed upon those who offended Sawada Tsunayoshi, along with his ruthless methods, was quite another.
There is a rumor in the Hidden World: if you provoke Gokudera Hayato himself, you might at least end up with an intact corpse, but if you provoke Sawada Tsunayoshi, even if you travel back to the age of dinosaurs, Gokudera Hayato would build a time machine just to take your life.
Though exaggerated, it was the truth.
Sawada Tsunayoshi stayed in the hotel. He watched the receding figure and spoke with admiration, "Takeshi, I've found someone even more brave and daring than myself. He actually dared to say that Reborn is old."
A refreshing, handsome man with black hair stepped out of the room at some unknown point. "Didn't you just say that yourself?"
That's different.
Yamamoto didn't continue arguing with him, but instead frowned, the sword in his hand ready to strike: "If you hadn't told me to wait just now, I should have used my sword to stop him when he walked in, instead of letting him walk right up to your bedside."
Moreover, the fact that the other person actually looked at Sawada Tsunayoshi with such an expression made Yamamoto even more infuriated; he felt like chasing after him to take the man's head.
Alright, alright, I was just curious to see what the person challenging Reborn looked like, but I didn't expect it to be unexpectedly fun.
Sawada Tsunayoshi comforted Yamamoto.
However, he still doesn't understand Reborn.
The young Leader gazed at the night sky, the night breeze brushing the stray hairs from his forehead. A jacket, still carrying warmth, fell onto his shoulders as Yamamoto took off his own clothes, leaving him in only a shirt with the top two buttons undone, revealing his exquisite collarbones.
Still so handsome.