“You have given me courage.”
Sawada Tsunayoshi pulled someone's hair in a fit of rage, shielding Uni, roaring angrily at Byakuran, casting a cold gaze toward Xanxus.
“Likewise, he has also brought instability and conspiracy to me.”
Rokudo Mukuro stood in the middle, covering his eyes and laughing, surrounded by his fallen and injured comrades lying on the ground.
You've brought violence to me.
The battle for the rings, wounded comrades, the flames of Xanxus's wrath.
It brought me loss.
In the future battle, the Vongola of that timeline lost too much and fought for far too long.
You brought me joy, you brought me tears.
Fireworks festivals, exploring haunted houses together, burying time capsules at the academy. The misunderstandings during the Future War, the confusion upon learning of Reborn's death, the loss of control over his Box Weapon due to overwhelming pressure.
But no matter what, I don't regret meeting him. I think I will continue to move forward together with everyone.
From the moment Reborn arrived, he has been the legendary, wingless angel who brought me happiness.
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Reborn fell silent.
Never mind the others; everyone, from those who knew Reborn's personality to those who knew his past, even those who had experienced his ruthless actions, was coughing.
Good heavens, him? An angel? Please, even Satan would want to tattoo Reborn on his back.
The devil among devils, the Spartan among Spartans.
To say he is an angel now is simply unimaginable!
However, everyone could hear the sincerity and trust in Sawada Tsunayoshi's words. That was why they wouldn't be provoked, why they could entrust him with their business, why they could grant him such great authority.
Therefore, Reborn became the Gatekeeper, building up his influence for him.
Everything, everything, boils down to just two words: trust.
Mutual trust, a trust that transcends everything.
A flash of light streaked through the World Space, the people of the Katekyo Hitman Academy World all changed their expressions, their eyes shimmering with uncertainty and shock.
Everyone's memories suddenly returned.
Right at that moment, a tragic scream suddenly rang out: "Aaaaaah, Tenth Generation!"
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It gave many people a fright.
Eyes turned one after another toward the source of the screaming; it was Gokudera Hayato, who was kneeling on the ground pounding the floor, his face filled with expressions of regret and anger.
“To think that I would actually forget the Tenth Generation, it's unforgivable! I cannot forgive myself! Ahhh, Tenth Generation, please appear before me! I must perform seppuku for this!"
As the recent memories collided with his previous ones, Gokudera Hayato's thoughts weren't about how cool his future self would be, but rather about how he had once again doubted the Tenth Generation.
Idiot, moron, you should have knelt down and sung praises the moment you saw the Tenth Generation. How could you dare to question him? How could you doubt him? He really is a terrible right-hand man.
Gokudera Hayato, a hardcore solo fan of the iron-blooded Sawada Tsunayoshi, refuses all other fans, a super solo stan who has left behind sorrowful tears.
To make matters worse, there was someone right beside him throwing cold water on the situation: "Haha, Gokudera, you look so pathetic like this."
Gokudera Hayato greeted Yamamoto while shedding tears. "What is that damn Scapula talking about? Show some sadness, some grief! Even if the universe is destroyed, the Tenth Generation's faith must be etched into one's heart! How can you feel nothing about such a massive matter!"
Yamamoto was grabbed by the collar and shaken by him. "I do, Gokudera, if you don't let go, you're going to strangle me to death."
The people of the Katekyo Hitman Academy World underwent a sudden change in expression and temperament, while people from several other worlds cast looks of secret curiosity toward them.
Xanxus exuded a murderous aura: "Hey, you coward hiding in the shadows, give us an explanation."
Reborn sneered, showing a rare edge to his sharpness. "That is also the question I want to ask. World Consciousness, is it? Isn't it a bit impolite to rummage through someone's memories without their permission?"
Byakuran rested his head on one hand, letting out an eerie laugh. "To actually touch someone's precious memories.. even the World Consciousness wouldn't be able to forgive that."
Just destroying the world, a basic operation.
Anyway, he is just the kind of person who likes to take out his frustrations on the world whenever things don't go his way; it's just that he has restrained himself quite a bit because the adorable Uni and the interesting Tsunayoshi-kun are here.
Please, everyone, calm down. I certainly didn't do it on purpose.
"In fact, this is all for the stability of the world. Based on the stability of World 73, seventy percent of the energy in this space is drawn from your world. However, I have discovered that the energy consumed just to maintain this space causes difficulties in the real world.
So I've come up with a way. By absorbing your emotional energy to maintain the space, the real world won't be affected.
"Kufufu, calling yourself the World, what an arrogant claim." Rokudo Mukuro's expression turned extremely grim; he had not forgotten what he had seen on the livestream.
Wash your underwear with a cold face!
He swore that he would definitely eliminate everyone here and blow up the world; he absolutely could not let those words spread.
I wonder if your strength is on a world-class level.
[Wait, wait, wait, this is all for the sake of your world!]
"No need. How dare you try to erase the Tenth Generation's memories from my brain? Unforgivable!" Gokudera Hayato stood up, his expression dark as he stroked his ring, looking ready to strike.
"Even though you've shown the bond between me and Tsuna-kun, it's still unforgivable," Yamamoto said with a smile, his words carrying a clear threat.
And Hibari Kyoya's brow was furrowing uncontrollably, looking as if he was on the verge of an outburst.
Varia was also about to lose his patience.
Squalo shouted, "Don't play dead on me! What kind of explanation is that? I don't accept it!"
Isn't that an explanation? Why are people who recover their memories so difficult to deal with? Didn't they accept it quite well when they lost their memories?
Where exactly did things go wrong?
The World Consciousness arrived late: [Please, you must believe that I have no ill intent; this is all for the sake of saving the future world.]
Byakuran lit a flame at his fingertips, his smile dangerous: "If you can save the world, then you can also destroy it. I am quite good at destruction."
Reborn stroked Leon's back. "Also, I have a question. Where is my foolish student? He is clearly the protagonist, so why hasn't he appeared?"
Gokudera Hayato felt as if he had been struck by lightning. That's right, the Tenth Generation isn't here. Why isn't he here? Has something happened to him? Is he in danger? Is he calling out for his right-hand man right now!
Gokudera Hayato exploded.
His hair was almost on fire, he held a bomb in his hand. "Speak! Where is the Tenth Generation!"
[Calm down, calm down, please, you must calm down. The Vongola Tenth Generation is safe right now, this is also related to what I am about to say. Please, just give me a little time.]
Reborn: "Gokudera, step back."
Then I will give you a little time, I hope you can give me a satisfactory explanation.
Otherwise..
[Sawada Tsunayoshi, the Vongola Tenth Generation Leader, will head to another world to embark on an adventure of possibilities.]
On the other side, after finishing the embarrassing self-dissection video, Sawada Tsunayoshi didn't even have time to mourn just how many times he had cringed in embarrassment here.
In his heart, he thought Reborn was an angel, the one who saved him, but to be released for everyone to admire would be a disaster.
He hadn't even realized that everyone's memories had returned before he was moved to a new position.
Three glowing spheres also appeared in front of him.
Hello there, little Vongola, I am Mare.
I am Pacifier.
I am Vongola.
Three light orbs introduced themselves; they were the spirits of the World's foundations. They usually slept deep underground, only awakening when something significant occurred.
“We saw your heroic fighting stance; it was very impressive.”
Quite the savior's demeanor.
They were huddled together in a tight group, acting all intimate, the voices they spoke were all so similar that it was impossible to tell who was talking.
Sawada Tsunayoshi spoke slowly, "That World Consciousness outside is.."
That is the Macro World Consciousness, the world on a macro scale.
We are the concrete world.
It was so complicated that Sawada Tsunayoshi chose not to listen; he wanted to know why he had appeared here.
“Because you are about to embark on a journey to another world. So, how is it, young Vongola? Aren't you excited?”
No, no matter how I think about it, it's just fear. It's not like he hasn't heard the rumors about Kyubey, or those other human traffickers from other worlds.
No, I won't refuse.
The light orbs bounced around: "No, no, for this matter, only you can do it, you can no longer refuse. You have already started the countdown upon arriving here; in about five minutes, you will be heading to the first world."
My god, it's truly a human trafficker system, Reborn, help!
Tsuna's flames had already ignited, he was about to use brute force to break through this space.
Wait, listen to me, Vongola, you're so impatient.
One doesn't need to have patience with malicious human traffickers.
Sawada Tsunayoshi's expression turned calm, his gloves transformed into a brilliant silver light, a dangerous signal was hidden within his eyes.
I need an explanation.
A little ball of light jumped up and shouted, "Vongola, look at the heirs you chose, why isn't a single one of them like this? They look soft and easy to bully normally, but they actually have a second personality, don't they?"
Another light ball chimed in, "Exactly, exactly! Just look at the heirs I chose—they're consistent, as wicked as ever, then there are the Rainbow heirs; they're just so soft, cute, adorable."
The Vongola light ball retorted indignantly, "Did I choose this? Fine, I'm half to blame, but ultimately it's the fault of the First Generation and the Second Generation. It's their chosen successors, who then chose their own successors—it's a lineage all stemming from the same vine. What am I supposed to say?"
Are they performing a comedy routine?
Who can tell him if this is actually an illusion, why the foundations of the world are such clowns.
The Vongola Ring was making a huge fuss: "Mare Ring, you are the least qualified to criticize me! Look at the successor you chose; they spend every day thinking about nothing but destroying the world, in the end, it's still my successor who has to clean up your mess."