I'm going to die.
Dino had never felt more like his life was about to end.
Reborn accurately captured Dino's complex gaze, his lips twitching slightly.
Dino read it: You're dead.
He instantly lost all his energy, trembling uncontrollably, prayed from the bottom of his heart for his dear junior brother, hoping that Reborn would be able to smoothly forget about this once they left the space—even though he knew the chances were lower than Sawada Tsunayoshi not being the Vongola Tenth Generation Leader.
Vermouth teased Gin, "He really is remarkable, isn't he? Look at that pitiful, endearing look. If he were in my hands, I would spoil him thoroughly."
Who could find it in their heart to threaten someone with such pitiful eyes? That would have to be the most cold-blooded man in the world. Wouldn't you agree, Gin?
Do you dare to bet on whether Sawada Tsunayoshi will carry out his mission properly and become a qualified member of the Hidden World?
Gin cast a cold glance at Vermouth: "Mind yourself; I don't care for these boring games."
Vermouth gave a charming smile: "How could it be boring? Observing the human heart is the most interesting activity in the world."
You agree, don't you, Bourbon?
Amuro Tooru gave a seemingly helpless laugh. "Hey, hey, hey, don't include me in your flirting. Whether he can complete the mission or not has nothing to do with me; as long as he doesn't betray us, it's fine."
To put it another way, whatever Sawada Tsunayoshi does is decided by his own will; we aren't going, nor do we have the ability to contend with a behemoth like Vongola. Do you see those people over there emitting such terrifying auras? I certainly can't afford to provoke them.
“And there are people you don't dare to provoke?”
“Look at how you're talking. Aren't you also just waiting to see how things play out? Otherwise, why would you be pushing Gin into action?”
How hateful, can't you be a bit more gentlemanly?
Amuro Tooru replied with a smile: "Are you a lady?"
The cherry blossom tree stood at the entrance of the Police Academy, like a giant guarding its post, much like an elder using his own body to shield the next generation from the wind and rain.
That cherry blossom tree was massive, its petals fluttering as if it were about to dye this entire place into a pink world.
Sawada Tsunayoshi looked at the tree in amazement: "It's so huge."
Exactly, I think so too. This is a miracle; it's so beautiful. I feel like all my bad moods are being driven away just by standing under this tree, I feel completely liberated.
"I think so too.. Who even are you!" Why are you just coming over and talking to me like that?
Sawada Tsunayoshi turned around to see a man with medium-length hair standing nearby, his eyes looking at him like they were laced with honey, a seductive smile on his face.
It's a playboy!
He was least skilled at dealing with such a playboy appearance!
The long-haired man waved at him, smiling friendly. "Hello, my name is Hara Kenji. We'll be classmates from now on, so please take care of me."
Upon hearing the polite greeting, Sawada Tsunayoshi also immediately responded, "Hello, my name is Sawada Tsunayoshi. I look forward to getting to know you as well."
As the two shook hands, Sawada Tsunayoshi's face froze.
What happened? He had started introducing himself and shaking hands without even thinking about it.
This person is so powerful!
Hello, hello! As expected of the Police Academy; everyone here is so friendly. Well then, little Sawada Tsunayoshi, I'll see you next time. I have some business to attend to, so I must be going.
Sawada Tsunayoshi nodded, "Oh, okay."
Looking at Hara Kenji's back, he sighed, thinking that he was such a passionate person—the kind of person he admired most, the kind he most wanted to become, also the kind he found most difficult to deal with.
Just as Sawada Tsunayoshi was about to move forward, he saw a charm-like object fall from a blonde girl's person, he called out to the person in front of him, "Excuse me.. blonde lady, you dropped something."
The blonde girl turned around and saw that Sawada Tsunayoshi was holding an amulet in his hand. She cheered in pleasant surprise, "Oh my god, thank you so much, cute boy! My boyfriend gave this to me, it would be trouble if I lost it. Thank you!"
A sturdy man ran over at that moment: "Natalie, what's wrong?"
The blonde lady Natalie turned around in surprise: "Wataru, I'm here." She told the man about what had just happened.
The man's square face also carried a look of gratitude. "Thank you, classmate. My name is Date Wataru. If anything happens at school in the future, you can come to me."
Wow, two more enthusiastic people.
Date Wataru raised the camera in his hands: "I've borrowed it, so we can take a photo to remember this moment."
Natalie said brightly to Sawada Tsunayoshi, "Boy, can you help us take a photo?"
And just like that, Sawada Tsunayoshi hurriedly took the camera from them to take a couple's photo, but as for his photography skills..
It was hard to describe.
Natalie looked hesitantly at the evil witch with golden hair above: "Is this.. me?"
Date Wataru looked at the alien above that had transformed into a Godzilla warrior: "That.. is probably me."
Sawada Tsunayoshi lowered his head, not daring to look at their expressions. "I'm sorry, my skills aren't very good."
He also really wanted to take beautiful photos, but his hands wouldn't obey him; in reality, he would have preferred it if Byakuran were the one standing opposite him.
Then he could have just punched him.
Natalie held Sawada Tsunayoshi's hand and said with the joy of a confidante, "It's truly a wonderful photo, I love it. After I get back, I'm going to print it out and hang it in my living room. I'll consider using this look for my next masquerade ball. Thank you, boy, for letting me discover a different side of myself."
Date Wataru also said, "I will cherish it."
I've met a good person!!
So this is the Police Academy? It feels like every single person I've met is super kind!
Everyone is so warm and cheerful, just like the bright sunshine.
As a way to say thank you, let us take a photo with you as a souvenir." Natalie pulled Sawada Tsunayoshi under the cherry blossom tree. "This is the symbol of the Police Academy, an essential photo spot.
Sawada Tsunayoshi had rarely taken photos before; during class group photos, he would stand in the corner where no one would notice him, so the expression he struck was casual and incredibly fake.
Photos taken with everyone else were much more complicated; he was always captured by accident, or everyone would be standing together, unable to stay quiet, appearing in their most natural state amidst all the playing and shouting.
When taking a photo alone, what kind of expression and pose should one strike?
A peace sign, or a polite smile?
Or rather, an expressionless face.
What would happen if Reborn were here, or if Yamamoto and Gokudera Hayato were here?
Yamamoto would say, "Let's strike a super cool pose together."
Gokudera Hayato would say, "Whatever pose the Tenth Generation takes will be the most perfect."
What would Reborn say? "To think you can't even do something as simple as taking a photo. As the Vongola Leader, you must be able to take the most perfect photos of your family members anytime, anywhere."
Starting tomorrow, you'll set aside one hour every day to learn photography. As for who the teacher will be, it will, of course, be the internationally renowned photography master, Reborn.
Then, perform a one-second outfit change, the next day, subject him to all sorts of inhumane training.
Thinking of this, Sawada Tsunayoshi couldn't help but let out a helpless, bitter smile, one filled with bitterness and heartache.
Yes, just like that, hold it right there.
With a click, Sawada Tsunayoshi's figure was captured in the photograph.
Natalie leaned over to show him: "You're smiling so happily, what are you thinking about?"
Smiling so happily.. that can't be right. It should be a bitter melancholy; the girl must be comforting him.
How could he possibly think of Reborn's Spartan training and then smile happily?
Sawada Tsunayoshi looked over.
In the photo stood an innocent-looking boy with a baby face, large eyes, brown spiky hair; he looked to be in his teens and appeared very youthful.
At this moment, standing under the cherry blossom tree, he curled his lips into a gentle and restrained smile, his eyes drooping slightly as if he were thinking of something very sweet; his eyes were as gentle as water, as if he were reminiscing about his most beloved.
Most importantly, the aura around him was very quiet and gentle, the kind of sense of security that allows one to let down their guard and open their heart. It felt as though, by his side, one could pour out every single worry.
What a terrifying boy.
The foreigner Natalie had also seen quite a lot of Japanese anime and manga.
She sneered at the all-powerful, kind-hearted male protagonist.
But now, she pressed her hand to her chest, nearly becoming intoxicated by the boy's eyes, which were like spring water.
That's a crime, little brother.
Chapter 44: Conan's Sixth Day of Live Streaming
What Japanese anime never lacks are kind-hearted male protagonists, but the word "kindness" is very selective. It tests an author's writing skill.
If written well and drawn well, it's a gentle type. If written poorly, it's just weakness and clichés.
Natalie was deeply influenced by manga and knew these character archetypes like the back of her hand. Looking at the youth smiling under the cherry blossom tree at this moment, she couldn't help but lean closer to Date Wataru and whisper, "That is truly a sinful smile."
Date Wataru:?
Natalie, what are you talking about?
It's nothing. I mean, I have to go. The supervisor only gave me half a day off, I need to rush back to work, otherwise my wages will be docked.
Alright, be careful on your way back. I'll pack up and send you a message.
Goodbye, Wataru, love you!
Date Wataru smiled naively, scratching his hair.
Amuro Tooru had held his breath from the moment he first saw Hara Kenji.
The worst-case scenario had occurred; it was actually the same year as his, so his presence was inevitable.
The World Consciousness said that memories would be erased, but he held a skeptical attitude toward almost every piece of information, being cautious to the extreme.
What if the memory isn't erased? What if a bug occurs? His identity as an undercover agent..
His mind was still racing with how to gloss over it, but his gaze never left the screen for a single moment, watching the living people on it with an almost greedy intensity.
Kenji, Class Monitor Date, Natalie.
How many years had already passed? Time erases everything, yet in his midnight dreams, he still remembered their voices and their smiles.
Being able to see them once again, he was satisfied.