In any case, the matter had come to an end, evening had arrived. Tonight, everyone would return to their own homes. With only one day left of the holiday, he would have to let these energetic children play to their heart's content tomorrow.
Suddenly, Sawada Tsunayoshi thought of something: "That bet, is it still valid?"
The air froze instantly, because Sawada Tsunayoshi really was the first person to reach the exit, truly.
While he was fighting with two criminals, he bumped into the nearby rockeries, ponds, walls, unexpectedly ended up right at the exit, staring wide-eyed at the staff.
The staff member let out a sharp, piercing scream.
Of course, Sawada Tsunayoshi didn't need to pay any compensation; the boss actually wanted to thank him and even gave him an annual pass to the haunted house.
His own cash cow had actually turned into a human trafficking den; just thinking about it was terrifying. If the timing hadn't been so bad, he would have even wanted to grab Sawada Tsunayoshi's thigh and cry.
So, is the bet still on? Since he wasn't the last one, he brought up the topic as a matter of course.
Now the issue fell upon the Five-person group. They immediately began accusing one another of being the last to arrive, as the situation had been so chaotic that they couldn't remember. At this moment, transforming into Sherlock Holmes and refusing to let a single clue slip, they each scrambled to prove that they were not the last to arrive.
Sawada Tsunayoshi watched them, laughing so hard that tears were about to fall from his eyes.
In the midst of the chaos, Hara Kenji blamed him, "That's great, Sawada Tsunayoshi, we're here arguing and you're actually laughing."
They stopped and accused him.
Sawada Tsunayoshi was still smiling: "I just think tomorrow should be good weather."
Yes, tomorrow should be good weather.
That night, Sawada Tsunayoshi had a dream in which three balls of light circled around him, scattering flower petals.
That's wonderful, Vongola! You're the best. You've successfully left your mark on this world, so from now on, this world will be able to merge peacefully with our world.
And the curse that was placed upon you by this land is gone too. You can go out and play whenever you want from now on.
Time may pass very quickly from now on, so please cherish this journey.
I hope you live happily and find joy in this World, little Vongola. Get some good sleep; we'll be waiting for you in the original World.
Yes, the next day was beautiful weather. Sawada Tsunayoshi had a good sleep, when he opened his eyes, the sun was already shining brightly outside. Date Wataru posted photos in the group chat of him and his girlfriend shopping together; they went to the seaside and said they would bring gifts back for them.
Matsuda Jinpei went up to the summit, put on a full set of props, took a photo on the mountain, adding the caption: Got it. He also included a meme of himself wearing sunglasses.
Hiromitsu Morofushi was doing housework and made himself a perfect lunch; the photo he took looked as if it had a filter applied, making it look dazzling.
Furuya Rei is working up a sweat in a boxing club.
Hara Kenji posted a photo of himself speeding, joking around with friends in a racing club.
As for Sawada Tsunayoshi himself, he felt the weather was nice today, perfect for going out for a stroll to enjoy the scenery of this world, so he plunged into a manga shop and didn't come out.
It's so good, the hot-blooded manga of this other world is incredibly good!
If this were an anime, there would be a transition sequence and a summary CG at this moment.
But this was reality; the consequence of staying up all night reading manga was that he walked into campus the next day with dark circles under his eyes, drifting into the school like he had been drained by a vampire.
Hara Kenji greeted him with full energy, "Good morning! You don't seem to be doing very well."
He was startled by the way Sawada Tsunayoshi looked like he could be blown away by a single gust of wind. "What were you doing last night?"
"Reading manga." Sawada Tsunayoshi floated over.
Hara Kenji caught up to him. "What manga are you so absorbed in? Give me a recommendation."
Sawada Tsunayoshi said the name, Hara Kenji said he was also following it, that it was truly good.
As they were walking, the two of them ran into Koji Yamadani, but this time Koji Yamadani was alone; the group of underlings that usually followed behind him had vanished without a trace, his face was pale.
Hara Kenji pulled Sawada Tsunayoshi away, in his daze, Tsunayoshi glanced at Koji Yamadani.
Isn't this that someone?
Koji Yamadani had actually discovered Sawada Tsunayoshi long ago. Ever since he learned of his identity that day, he had been in a state of insomnia; even the slightest sound would startle him awake, for he feared that cold-blooded assassins were standing outside to take his life.
He didn't dare tell his dad about the bullying he faced at school; he could only keep it all bottled up inside.
So during these past few days, he had been constantly fantasizing about how others would come to kill him; every person he encountered seemed like an assassin sent by Sawada Tsunayoshi, he no longer dared to go outside.
After several days like this, he had lost weight, his complexion looked poor.
Even when his sycophants contacted him, he scolded them away. Coming to school all by himself, he didn't dare to go directly to Sawada Tsunayoshi.
He watched helplessly as a cold-blooded member of the organization, radiating murderous intent (resentment, morning grumpiness), passed by him, casting a cold, gloomy stare that seemed to suggest he was thinking about how to kill him.
So terrifying, is this the power of a Code Name member?
Koji Yamadani's legs went weak, he collapsed onto the ground, his back soaked with cold sweat.
He isn't going to make it through the night, is he?
Dad, your son is going to die. Don't be sad; I'll be thinking of you in hell.
Returning to the classroom, the others had not arrived yet; they were considered early arrivals.
Sawada Tsunayoshi slumped over his desk in his seat, wanting to sleep and take a nap before the teacher arrived. The reason he had woken up so early was actually because he hadn't slept much at all.
As he drifted into a daze and fell into a dream, the number of people around him increased, someone was speaking to Hara Kenji.
"I say, Hara Kenji, you're going too far! You're hogging all those beauties all to yourself without giving the rest of us a chance, even though you clearly know we're all single," someone complained.
Haha, it's not what you think. I'm friends with everyone; we're just chatting together. You can do it too.
Hehe, I don't have a face as good as yours, nor do I know how to coax people like you do. Oh come on, we're all classmates, you can't keep them all to yourself. Introduce a couple to us, tell us what they like.
Hara Kenji's voice lost its previous gentleness: "I'm sorry, but if you want to pursue someone else, you'll have to do it yourself. I don't have the right to tell you all about their secrets."
The person's tone carried a hint of complaint: "That's not fair. If you don't say it and I don't say it, how would anyone know? I think you just don't want to introduce them to us."
Someone else approached, "What are you all talking about? What do you mean, introduction or not?"
"I'm talking about the mixer with the school next door. You know, Hara Kenji is quite good at that sort of thing; he wouldn't be so heartless as to not help us poor single people." That voice appeared to be praising Hara Kenji, but the tone was incredibly unpleasant.
He was mocking him.
Sawada Tsunayoshi struggled to get up, his head spinning. The result of his short nap was that he was sleepy right now, very sleepy, super sleepy.
At this time, he should be speaking, he should be speaking up for his friends.
“Eh, you trust me that much? I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can do about it. With so many people here, it's impossible for me to introduce everyone.”
That's so embarrassing.
The people around heard this and said with laughter, "That's right, Hara Kenji isn't omnipotent. Sometimes I'm even quite jealous of him; he's handsome and well-spoken. Dammit, kid, your grades are good too. Just what exactly is your weakness?"
Hara Kenji teased, "Maybe I'm just such a perfect person, with no weaknesses."
You're so thick-skinned.
Thanks for the compliment.
That person still wanted to struggle, but he interrupted them at an inappropriate moment: "Hara, you're quite popular with women, aren't you? I know plenty of girls like you. The more things are this way, the more you need to hold on tight; you mustn't try to play multiple sides at once. We are the police academy, after all; we can't tolerate people with lack of morals. You'd better be careful."
What did that mean? The malice was practically written all over his face.
Sawada Tsunayoshi stood up unsteadily; he wanted to stand by Hara Kenji's side.
The next second, everything went black before his eyes.
He only heard two gasps before he collapsed into the arms of the two people.
Chapter 62: Conan Live Day 23
Sawada Tsunayoshi didn't realize he had fainted until he was already unconscious, but he didn't know the reason why.
In his stupor, he arrived in a pitch-black place. There was no wind here, no blue sky or white clouds, no green grass on the earth; there was only an endless darkness.
They say it's darkness, so why can he still see himself, even a small area? He just can't figure it out.
He should have been very afraid in a place like this, but it gave him an inexplicable sense of peace. What kind of feeling was that? It was the same feeling he had when he was playing pranks in Rokudo Mukuro's dreams.
Thinking of this, Sawada Tsunayoshi couldn't help but call out in a low voice, "Mukuro, is it you?"
Kufufufu, who said we were close? Calling me so intimately like that is disgusting.
A familiar voice belonging to Rokudo Mukuro sounded from behind. As soon as Sawada Tsunayoshi turned his head, he saw a young man with indigo hair and a novel hairstyle looking at him with a hint of mockery, his heterochromatic eyes incredibly dazzling in the darkness.
That's true. Come to think of it, why was he calling him Mukuro? It was probably because Rokudo Mukuro was neither Rokudo-kun nor Mr. Rokudo.
From the very beginning, he had been calling the other so intimately.
Perhaps realizing he was dreaming, Sawada Tsunayoshi said with a hint of grievance and complaint, "You only say something after I've been calling you that for so long. I didn't know what title you preferred. Why are you being so fierce with me? I didn't do it on purpose."
“If you don't like that, I'll just change the way I address you. How about Rokudo?”
Rokudo Mukuro's expression turned ugly, his lips parting and closing. He hadn't expected Sawada Tsunayoshi to pull this stunt, what on earth was "Rokudo" even supposed to mean? He wasn't in *Reborn!* after all.
“No need, I only came here to tell you one thing.”
Facing Sawada Tsunayoshi's reproachful gaze, Rokudo Mukuro unnaturally averted his eyes to avoid looking at him, instead changing the subject: "Your flames have recovered a bit; you can use them for self-defense if you encounter danger. Heh, the pathetic Vongola, to have become so weak and easy to bully. You had better have recovered your strength by the time you return, otherwise I will immediately seize your body and take complete control of the Hidden World."
In the end, he still couldn't help but offer a bit of mockery.
At this, Sawada Tsunayoshi tilted his head slightly, looking at him with those pure, innocent, deer-like eyes, gave a soft laugh: "Can you?"
Sawada Tsunayoshi was always either in a state of panic or appearing completely composed, as if he had never teased anyone like this before; he seemed to be quite aware of his good looks.
That's right, there was no denying he was a loser, but his features were deeper than those of an average person, a result of the Western bloodline from his ancestors. He looked harmless, but he was the type that grew on you, especially the way he looked when he smiled, which caused one's gaze to linger on his eyes, his nose, his lips..
"Of course he will." Rokudo Mukuro gripped the weapon in his hand, cursing inwardly, *Damn it, that wicked Rainbow, what on earth have you taught him?*
"No, I think you won't." Sawada Tsunayoshi was about to wake up; having not seen his familiar friends for a long time, he decided to be bold and act recklessly for once.
He opened his mouth and said, "Because we are friends, we are family."
Since we're parting ways, how about a parting hug?
Rokudo Mukuro froze in place, an anonymous heat creeping up to the tips of his ears; he was almost breathless, his lips trembling.
Crazy, Vongola must be crazy.
"If you won't hug me, then I'll do it." A wave of warmth crashed into his embrace. Amidst their intimate closeness, Rokudo Mukuro's body went stiff, he didn't dare move a muscle.
After holding him for about three seconds, Sawada Tsunayoshi felt that the time was up and let go. "Goodbye, Mukuro. When I get back, let's go watch the fireworks together. Help me tell everyone."
After saying that, Sawada Tsunayoshi disappeared.