The Kiri Group member said: "Are you all looking for death?"
The Storm Division stepped forward and roared, "Stop arguing, all of you! Our Arash is the best, the one the Tenth Generation trusts most!"
Rain Division: "Bullshit! Where do you think our Guardian stands?"
The Cloud Division said, "And watch out, or we'll cut off your funding."
Mist Division: "Just mindless barking. Who doesn't know that we have two Kirigaya? Double the power means double the returns, which means double the certainty. You're much weaker than us."
Cloud Division: "Some people only rely on their numbers, but when the quality is lacking, who can they blame?"
What do you think?
Whoever agrees is the one I'm talking about.
Do you want to fight?
Bring it on, as if you're the only one who can't win a fight.
The subordinates' personalities were similar to the Guardians'; as expected, things didn't go as planned. The Guardians didn't start fighting, but the subordinates did.
Beside them, Babyface was already dumbfounded: "Do they do this every day?"
Senior, where is that lady-like manner you had when we first met? Why has it completely disappeared?
Big Sister said with an amused expression, "Sigh, you'll get used to it eventually. It's just a common occurrence; it would be strange if they weren't fighting one of these days."
Babyface said, "It's still better to be in the Sun Division and the Lightning Division, not getting involved. I'm not good at fighting."
Big Sister looked as if she had heard something strange, Babyface asked with uncertainty, "Why that expression? Did I say something wrong?"
It really is the four divisions fighting each other.
Big Sister wagged her finger: "nonono, you're only half right, the other half is wrong. Our Sun Division is good, but the Lightning Division isn't necessarily so."
“And we'll be fighting too. You'd better train your body well in the future; when it's time to win glory for our Sun Division, you'd better not hold us back, or else.”
Big Sister cracked her knuckles, Babyface suddenly remembered who she was. She was a world-renowned boxer; one punch from her would split him in two.
Big Sister's large hand came down with a friendly slap: "Did you understand?"
Babyface nodded with tears in his eyes. "I understand, I understand everything."
It's good that you understand. This isn't over yet; the people from the Lightning Division are not easy to deal with.
How could they be anything but difficult? The people here are already tough enough; if they were any more difficult, what else could happen?
Clatter! A fight broke out. Chairs were kicked aside, everything except the documents on the table was damaged.
A young man wearing thick glasses stood up, an open book in his hands. His pen moved with frantic, sweeping strokes, flying across the pages as he muttered unintelligible incantations, his hand never once stopping.
There was also a serious young man holding a camera.
A serious young woman held a mobile phone.
The young man shouted enthusiastically, "Fight even more intensely, be even more serious! That way, it'll make everyone in our Lightning Division look like carefree little angels, our Lord Leishou will appear to be the best and most favored, while you all are just trash!"
Exactly! We've already gathered evidence of your violence; once we submit it, the Tenth Generation will naturally know which division is truly the best.
As soon as the words fell, the entire room went silent. The secretaries from the Fourth Division, whose brains had practically flown out of their heads from the intensity, scrambled to pull their wits back together. They exchanged glances and decided to stand united against the outside threat.
The worst are green tea bitches like you! Taste my righteous iron fist!
Big Sister nodded in satisfaction: "Mm, now that's more like it. Now you can experience what a complete daily work routine is like."
I don't want this kind of daily routine! Give me back my normal daily life!
Babyface's mouth twitched. "In the end, it seems only our Sun Division is the best, since we don't have to participate in combat."
I beg to differ.
A muscular big brother stepped forward, showing off his firm and powerful biceps: "It's just that the time for us to act hasn't arrived yet. I told you to train your body well and hone your skills and combat strength."
The real battlefield is only just beginning.
This is too ridiculous, it's too embarrassing! Gokudera Hayato, Yamamoto, what on earth have you two been teaching your subordinates!
Facing such an embarrassing blow the moment he returned, Sawada Tsunayoshi's memories of the Otherworld he had just visited rapidly rewound in his mind, turning into sheer terror in the blink of an eye.
And.. his birthday.
Right, his birthday—it was a birthday he hadn't spent happily since he had his first memories.
Although it was quite embarrassing, Sawada Tsunayoshi felt a sense of anticipation. Enduring the shame, he watched the video, wondering what his future self's birthday would be like—would he be happy, would he be joyful?
Gokudera Hayato saw the prayers made by the Storm Division personnel above, his eyes lit up like lightbulbs. How had he not thought of such a great method? It was simply amazing.
He decided then; he would write a book, titled "To the Tenth Generation," and pour all the admiration he felt for the Tenth Generation into it.
A genius idea.
This book must be widely distributed; everyone in the Storm Division must know it by heart.
As for the birthday gift, Gokudera Hayato wasn't worried at all; he would certainly be the best and the strongest, without a doubt.
Yamamoto patted his chin. "Hmm, what kind of birthday gift should I give Tsuna this year?"
Hibari Kyoya was quite satisfied with his future subordinates; every move they made was exactly how he wanted it, like very professional subordinates.
Rokudo Mukuro was shrouded in dark aura, staring sinisterly at Hibari Kyoya. That damn little sparrow, how dare his subordinates speak of him like that.
And then there's the sinful Sawada Tsunayoshi; if it weren't for him, none of this would have happened.
Tsuna: Ah, is this also my fault?
[Babyface didn't know what a real battle was, he still had many questions to ask.
Big Sister spoke first: "Do you know, the Tenth Generation is not at the headquarters right now. This is just the calm before the storm; soon you will find out why our Guardians are called mobile natural disasters."
“And you'll also find out just how strong the alliance families are.”
As soon as she finished speaking, the other secretaries acted as if they had coordinated their actions; regardless of how intense their previous discussion had been, they all tidied their clothes at the same time, put away their documents, finally stood ready, watching the outside.
The Big Sister of the Sun Division's expression turned solemn: "It's coming."
Coming, what is coming? This makes no sense at all. How could Babyface, a newcomer just starting his job, know what is coming?
Their serious expressions made it seem as if Death God had arrived.
“This is even more terrifying than Death God coming.” The lady from the Storm Division retreated to his side and spoke.
Before Babyface could think any further, a thunderous roar erupted from the distance, accompanied by smoke and various debris. As the collapsing wall kicked up a cloud of dust, bricks shattered and scattered all over the ground.
Babyface immediately changed to a calm expression, his hand reaching for his weapon: "What is it? Is it an enemy attack?"
No one who can make it to Vongola Headquarters is a weakling; even the Babyface, who isn't particularly skilled in combat, is considered a genius in the eyes of others.
Relax, kid, it's not an enemy attack.
Someone comforted him.
“You only need to watch for now; it's not time for us to make our move yet.”
A large screen dropped down from the ceiling, clearly tracking the location where the accident had occurred.
Hey, Scapula, what are you doing causing trouble here? The first person to present a gift to the Tenth Generation will only be me, Gokudera Hayato! In the name of the Vongola Arash, my gift will definitely be the best!
A handsome white-haired man appeared in the video, possessing an elegant appearance akin to a little prince of the piano. His deep features, tall stature, the expensive red suit he wore all served to demonstrate that he was a man of great taste.
Yet, despite being such an exceptional person, he was currently crowding another person with a distorted face, his eyes appearing to flare with rage as if they were about to spit fire.
The person being squeezed had neat, short black hair, his youthful face looked extremely serious. He held one hand out to the side, blocking Gokudera Hayato's path: "Hahaha, that won't do, Gokudera! I'm the one who should be the first to wish Tsuna a happy birthday. Sorry, but my gift is the best; I'm very confident about this."
There was a face nearly crushed in the middle of the two of them: "Damn you guys, let Lord Lambo go! Lord Lambo should be the first one! I worked hard for an entire month to get this gift!"
Nearby, high in the sky, Hibari Kyoya was riding in a helicopter, one foot dangling in the air while the other was bent in a jumping posture, his cloak fluttering loudly in the wind.
He watched the commotion below with an amused expression.
Hmph, flocking together.
I'll let you off easy today.
However, in the next second, the vines wrapped around the wings, creaking at the point of contact, emitting white smoke and a foul smell of burning.
Rokudo Mukuro appeared in front of everyone at some unknown time: "Kufufufu, foolish Mafia, how laughable."
I don't really want to be the first, but I have no choice; my strength is right here.
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Chapter 80: Live Streaming Tsuna's Birthday 3
[Things haven't ended here yet. Don't let the current commotion fool you; this isn't even the appetizer.
Because everyone was currently adhering to the idea of not getting into a fight if possible, all their actions were still quite restrained.
Babyface had another doubt: "Why are the Guardians only arriving now? If it were me, I would have definitely sent my blessings at the very first second of today."
Big Sister nodded in understanding. "It's normal for you to have such a question. Do you think the Guardians haven't thought of doing that? In the year I joined, Arash had been lying in ambush on the roof of the Tenth Generation's room two days in advance, just waiting for the clock to strike twelve to deliver his gift. That was a gemstone that Arash spent an entire month lingering near a volcano to forge."
The Rain Guardian doesn't appear on the surface, but in reality, he had already moved into the Tenth Generation's room long ago. Then there's the Mist Guardian, who directly enters dreams to trap the Tenth Generation in a dream.
A few years ago, the Guardians each used their own extraordinary tricks, practically showcasing every skill in their arsenal, which eventually caused a huge commotion. Because of that, Reborn issued an order: no one is allowed to act like that anymore; actions must wait until the Tenth Generation has woken up from his sleep.
Babyface understood: "Since it's Reborn's order, that explains it."
As they spoke, the situation had already escalated to another level. Squalo brandished a cannon, firing toward the huddled Guardians, while Levi and Fran carried a large chair between them, with the arrogant Xanxus sitting prominently atop it.
Get lost, you losers! We Varia should be the first! Get lost, you little trash, watch out or our cannonballs will blow your asses apart, hahahahaha!
Bell was busy threading needles on the side, carving out a space for the Varia members while flashing a grin that showed his white teeth.
You guys are truly trash.
This was becoming unbearable. The Guardians began to unite against an external enemy once again, a fight broke out between the two sides. At the same time, several people began to walk into the secretary's office one after another.
The seniors nearby saw these people, without even exchanging a single glance, they immediately began to exchange pleasantries: "So you've arrived."
Yeah, we're here.
You have newcomers this year.
Right, you've got newcomers too.