“Waaaaah! Tsuna, why are you only just arriving? Lambo is so scared he can't even eat! How are you going to compensate me for this!”
A small figure pressed against his back, warm and damp, using his leg as a tree trunk to climb up. Soon, the figure was perched on his head like a crop, crying uncontrollably, smearing snot and tears all over his hair.
A chill ran up Sawada Tsunayoshi's spine. He used one hand to comfort Chrome, while his other hand tried to grab the little troublemaker: "Lambo, get down right now! Get down! We can talk about whatever it is once you're down! Ahhh, you're getting snot all over me! Ahhh!"
On the other side, the three of them were fighting fiercely. Fushiguro Toji was laughing like a villain, Gojo Satoru also burst into wild laughter as the fight progressed, Geto Suguru suppressed his anger between his brows.
How could one word even begin to describe the sheer chaos of this scene.
Not only was Tenna Riko silent, but the group watching the livestream was also silent.
Reborn smiled as he crushed the cup in his hand, a cold sneer curling his lips. "Very good. Once that stupid bull returns, he can be sent to the Middle East for some real training. Don't come back for ten years."
Colonello moved without leaving a trace. So dangerous, Reborn, you're starting to act Spartan again.
Tenna Riko looked around, her head spinning, as she muttered to herself, "Can someone tell me what is happening?"
Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Fushiguro Toji attacked together, shaking the surrounding buildings. Seeing that most people were about to come out, Ieiri Shoko cursed under her breath and shouted, "I say, have you forgotten to set up a veil? Are you trying to make tomorrow's news?"
The three of them paused for a moment, in the next second, a grey-black barrier rose from the ground, completely covering their voices, they began fighting again.
In the distance, Gokudera Hayato watched the farce in the sky, cursed, then went back to find Sawada Tsunayoshi.
“Wait for me, Tenth Generation, I will definitely be the first to find you.”
He had already infiltrated the Hidden World intelligence network and would soon be able to collect information regarding the Tenth Generation.
He also turned back to give a final instruction: "Hibari, you better stay quiet too. Don't go getting involved just because you see others fighting. Nothing is more important than finding the Tenth Generation. I'm not asking for your help; just don't distract me."
Hibari Kyoya's expression made it impossible to tell whether he had actually listened or not.
Gokudera Hayato didn't care either; he had given the warning, so whether they listened or not was up to them.
Soon, news came from below that they had found someone who looked remarkably like the information provided by Gokudera Hayato. After seeing the news, Gokudera Hayato's breath hitched, he immediately put his things away and headed outside.
Hibari Kyoya lightly leaped onto the eaves behind him, following him.
The Board of Directors, located where the headquarters of the Jujutsu world is situated, is the place they are going.
Yamamoto narrowed his eyes in contemplation, wondering which direction he should take. Tsuna, if you can feel my presence, please bless me.
Yamamoto chose a direction.
Rokudo Mukuro was hunting down an alien creature. Whatever its identity or status, it actually dared to covet Sawada Tsunayoshi; it must be tired of living!
Coincidentally, while Gojo Satoru and Fushiguro Toji were fighting, they eventually turned their conflict into friendship. Without knowing which topic started it, they were all criticizing the Board of Directors for being inhumane and calling the three major families complete idiots. They wanted to pull off something massive; after all, this society was already in such a state, so they just wanted to go wild for once.
Gojo Satoru has a fearless personality, Geto Suguru has been suppressing himself lately, Fushiguro Toji is even more extreme, wishing he could slay all jujutsu sorcerers with a single strike. Haha, although that is an exaggeration, the combined power of these three monsters is beyond anything anyone could imagine.
Gojo Satoru found Chrome's voice calling out "boss" quite novel: "Teacher, you're the President."
"No, I'm not." Without any hesitation, Sawada Tsunayoshi gave an instinctive answer.
Is being a President a good profession? No, it's far too dangerous; at least three out of every ten deaths are caused by a President.
Please, even if you take him for a member of the underworld, don't mistake him for a President.
Ieiri Shoko let out a curious "Eh?" and asked the shy Chrome, "You call the teacher 'boss'.. could it be that he has some hidden identity? He couldn't be some legendary underworld big shot, could he?"
She was only joking, but she didn't expect that as soon as she said that, Sawada Tsunayoshi and Chrome both went silent. Especially Sawada Tsunayoshi, who froze completely, his arms moving unnaturally as he toyed with his hair: "How.. how could that be, haha, I'm just a student, yes, I'm a student, how could I be some heinous mobster?"
Haha, haha, impossible, it's impossible.
Chrome nodded slightly.
The others quieted down, their gazes subtle.
Just speak normally; don't stutter. These movements make it obvious that you're lying.
Gojo Satoru let out a shout and stared at Sawada Tsunayoshi in disbelief, suddenly leaning in close to take a look.
Those same pure, innocent large eyes, that youthful face, those fluffy, soft hairs, those thin limbs, that face still carrying a hint of fading baby fat.
No matter how one looked at him, Sawada Tsunayoshi appeared pure, harmless, simple, weak!
Gojo Satoru's tone was excited: "I knew there was something wrong with you for a long time! I was wondering where those textbooks came from, they were so professional. Teacher, you're the leader of some organization, aren't you? Quickly, tell me the name of that organization! I'm going to join you tomorrow—no, I want to join you right now!"
Teacher, teacher, can you find a second-in-command position for me to sit in? I also want that feeling of wearing a black suit and tie and carrying a Gatling gun.
Geto Suguru was still just a youth; even if those obscure memories had plunged him into melancholy, having friends by his side meant he hadn't fallen too deep, he was also startled.
Teacher, are you a second-generation mafia heir?
Otherwise, no matter how you looked at him, Sawada Tsunayoshi didn't seem like someone who could make a living in the underworld, unless it was through a family enterprise.
Sawada Tsunayoshi gave a nervous laugh, his eyes darting around. Forget being a second-generation mobster; he was already the Tenth Generation.
At this moment, the one saving Sawada Tsunayoshi was the tiny Lambo. He climbed from below onto Tsuna's head again, Chrome carefully tried to pull him down, but Lambo gripped Tsuna's hair tightly. Tsuna grimaced in pain, making Chrome afraid to move.
Haha, all of you must listen to Lord Lambo! Since Tsuna is my subordinate, you are Tsuna's subordinates, you must all hand over all the delicious food to Lord Lambo!
Sawada Tsunayoshi: "Lambo, get down quickly. You can't be impolite; you can't just say things like 'underlings' whenever you want."
Chrome whispered, "Lambo, get down from the boss's head quickly, I'll buy you cake."
Lambo raised his head proudly. "Hmph, you think you can bribe me with mere cake? You think you can command me, mere Tsuna?"
Sawada Tsunayoshi: #
Angry.
Lambo pointed a small finger and said, "Let me tell you all, listen up carefully: I am the Leader of the Provino Family, the person beneath my feet is the new Leader of Vongola. So, if you want to worship us, hurry up; if you're too late, Lord Lambo won't recognize you."
Gojo Satoru pinched his fingers together and lifted Lambo by his collar, while Lambo's two short legs kicked frantically. "Heh, you little brat think you can become a boss? Wait another hundred years."
Put me down, put me down!
Geto Suguru was thinking, "Vongola? I've never heard of them."
Tsuna coughed dryly; it would be strange if he had heard of them, as they were from the Otherworld.
Amidst the banter, the silhouette of the Board of Directors building came into view.
Chapter 101: The Weak Class Assistant is a Mafia Big Shot 8
Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night, whether for the group from Jujutsu High or for the group of old men from the Board of Directors.
With so many things left unsaid, he had truly walked straight into a trap.
It was just that he saw a talented prospect; the evil aura emanating from that person, the evil patterns in his eyes, the evil hairstyle—every single one of them was a call for him to form an alliance, so he went.
Then he fled.
Heaven knows why he went to provoke that Byakuran, he must have been blinded by greed; he had never seen a human like that before.
Sawada Tsunayoshi chatted with the young man named Rokudo Mukuro for a while and discovered that this person was a natural-born talent for evil; Rokudo Mukuro had a dream of wanting to destroy a certain species in the world and possessed an ability that could seize others' bodies.
My god, if it weren't for maintaining his persona, Suo would have grabbed Rokudo Mukuro's hands, eyes brimming with tears, said, "I've finally found someone like me! You are my heavenly ally! I've never met a friend who is so kindred in spirit."
From this day forward, you are my soulmate.
Rokudo Mukuro has a goal. His target is incredibly powerful, but has character flaws and is closely connected to a major power; by seizing the target's body, he could achieve half of his dream.
Sato also has a goal. His target is powerful but has personality flaws that could be easily exploited with just a little guidance, he also has close ties to a major power (the Gojo Family Head); by seizing the target's body, he could realize half of his dreams.
When the two spoke of this, the looks they exchanged became strange; So's eyes gleamed because this youth was exactly the kind of talent he wanted, for if they joined forces, they would surely be invincible in the world.
Moved, Sola made a promise to help Rokudo Mukuro with his plan to seize Sawada Tsunayoshi's body.
Who knew that this single sentence would cause their alliance, which lacked any foundation of trust (Rokudo Mukuro:?), to collapse.
Ominous flames erupted from Rokudo Mukuro's body. He covered one eye with his hand, while the eye left exposed held numbers that looked as if they might drip red blood. "Kufufufu, who gave you permission to covet my prey?"
S:?
No, something was wrong, incredibly wrong; why did this person look like he was about to go on a massive rampage right this instant?
Next, Su witnessed Otherworld abilities—Illusion, creating something from nothing—and all sorts of different ways to torture a person rushed at him, leaving Su in unbearable agony.
No, no, no, my friend, I won't touch your prey anymore. That's yours; I was only being kind.
Although it was quite out of character, he felt wronged; he was just a Nouka who wanted to help others, so what kind of bad intentions could he possibly have?
Rokudo Mukuro's lips curled into a dangerous smile. "Of course I know Sawada Tsunayoshi is my prey, but why do I need your approval?" Who does this thing think it is, daring to interfere in his and Sawada Tsunayoshi's business?
Nouka is courting death.
Next, Suo fled in a desperate rush. Rokudo Mukuro kept skewering people with his fork. Since Suo's current possessed target was a high-ranking member of the Board of Directors, he sent messages for reinforcements while fleeing, all while his body honestly moved toward the direction of the Board of Directors' location.
The Board of Directors' people poured out upon receiving the news, they accidentally ran into Gokudera Hayato and Hibari Kyoya.
Gokudera Hayato frowned deeply. "What's going on? How could they know we were coming?"
He clicked his tongue in irritation. "Forget it, let them come. They can all go to hell; no one is going to interrupt my search for the Tenth Generation."
Hibari Kyoya narrowed his eyes. "Something is coming."
Running and running, he finally saw a glimmer of hope for rescue. He panted heavily; the methods used by the opponent were too bizarre, something he had never seen before.
Just consider today as having run into a lunatic.
The rescue team saw So running over and shouted with raised arms, "I see the Lord! Everyone, follow me!"
S stood behind the others, his expression steadying. "Hmph, it's that madman. Charge! Whoever can kill him, I'll reward them with a Grade-1 weapon."
As soon as these words were spoken, the people below erupted. For most, a Rank-1 weapon was still unaffordable, but with one, they could increase their strength, earn more money, reach higher positions; in short, it was an incredible opportunity.
A dozen or so people rushed forward like hungry wolves, but Rokudo Mukuro maintained that subtle, malicious smile, showing no sign of fear despite their numbers.
Or rather, it was laughable; how could Rokudo Mukuro ever be associated with the concept of fear?
In the next second, a pillar of flame soared into the sky, bringing with it a chorus of tragic screams.
Kufufufu, Sawada Tsunayoshi won't allow me to go too far, but can I be blamed for this? He'll only blame me, but why can't he see this mindless trash?
Rokudo Mukuro muttered to himself, "If he sees this, he'll probably start nagging in my ear again. How annoying."
If I argue with him, Chrome will be in a difficult position again. That damn Vongola can't just let me off this once for the sake of the lovely Chrome?
He couldn't hear what Rokudo Mukuro was saying, only seeing the other man's leisurely posture, but a flash of gloom crossed his eyes: "The rest of you, get on me! The reward is increased to two Grade-One weapons plus an opportunity for advanced training guidance."
As more and more people recklessly rushed forward, Rokudo Mukuro began to feel a bit irritated.
Suddenly, a familiar and somewhat noisy voice pierced through, "Ah, it's that guy Rokudo Mukuro, damn it, why is it you?"