[Tutor+K] Five generations

"Our boss ate a roast goose, hiccupped, and crossed over."

——By "Letter of the Fifth Generation Arashi's Guardian"

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In the dilapidated teaching building, a slight tremor came from a dark corner.

Fine dust fluttered in the dark room, confirming that the abnormal movement just now was definitely not an illusion.

Not long after, a black figure stood up slowly by the wall near the door.

The faint light shines down on his side face, outlining a deep and beautiful outline. The soft flaxen hair is wet with sweat and clings to the chin. The smooth arc and the tight lips form a striking contrast.

The ultimate patience, the ultimate silence.

The man just sat there so quietly, without making a sound from the beginning to the end.It was as if the pain of falling from a high altitude just now was insignificant to him.

Not long after, the narrow eyes that were covered under a few strands of hair suddenly opened, and the azure coldness spread from the center of the pupils, and swept around fiercely.

In the depression that almost pierced the air, his eyes scanned every inch of the room, not missing any corners.

There are no enemies.

He suppressed the killing intent that overflowed for a moment, his stiff back relaxed a little, and he pressed against the cold wall.

Only then did he let go of his grip on the weapon.

"here is……?"

The leader of Vongola's fifth generation, Richard Vongola (Riccardo·Vongola), for some unspeakable reasons, spanned half a century and came to Obsidian Middle School in 20XX.

However, at this time, Richard, as the party concerned, did not know about this.

He stood up, ran his slender knuckles across the skirt, and took out a pocket watch from the inner pocket of his serge robe.

Tap the knob lightly, the surface of the engraved silver thread is opened, revealing the fine hands and dial.

3 points.

He walked slowly to the window and lifted the dusty polyester curtains.Dazzling sunlight penetrated through the opened gap, forcing him to squint his eyes.

He confirmed the time by the altitude angle of the sun, and when his eyes got used to the intensity of the light, he carefully recorded everything outside the window in his heart.

Then, he lowered the curtain and let his figure hide in the darkness again.

The scenes he saw earlier played back in his mind one after another, each frame was as fast as lightning, and several snowflakes jumped out of the rapidly flashing picture, and finally stopped on a bouquet of pink lilies that were about to bloom.

——Otome lily, also known as Aizu lily, is a unique plant in Japan.

Could it be that this time he actually crossed half the world and came to Japan from the coast of Sicily?

Richard stared at the dark brown curtains, his dark blue eyes were deep, but his thoughts had already drifted away.

Until a resounding pop called his attention.

His right hand had drawn out the weapon as early as the moment the sound sounded, and a scorching orange flame spread from the palm of his hand.

This action was just a subconscious reaction. The direction of the explosion sound was at least a hundred meters away from him.

The flame was extinguished silently. Richard put away the strange ring-bladed sword, pulled out the Luger P08 pistol [1] from his waist, and walked step by step towards the direction of the loud noise.

Arriving at the gate of an auditorium, the voice inside gradually became clear; the previous explosion sound had long since dissipated, and what echoed in the room at this moment was a dialogue of daggers drawn.

"Is this the only way you warm up?"

"Kufufu, interesting, I didn't expect you to last so long..."

"boom--"

The door of the auditorium was kicked open.

Facing the vigilant gazes from both sides in the hall, Richard walked into the auditorium, not at all unnaturally kicking other people's doors.

"Excuse me," a string of Italian words overflowed from his thin lips, with a strong Sicilian accent, "Excuse me, what is this place?"

The auditorium seemed to freeze for a moment, and the next moment, it was a young man with a pineapple head holding a trident who broke the stagnation.

He ignored Richard, and rushed straight to his opponent who was a little distracted by the latter's intrusion, a brown-haired boy with an orange flame burning in his forehead.

"I will accept your body, Sawada Tsunayoshi."

Richard, who was standing at the door, frowned imperceptibly.

He has also learned a little Japanese... Why can't he understand a word of what Pineapple said?What does it mean to close the body?And that one over there... seems to be the flame of death air?

"Ciaos. (Hello)" A friendly voice sounded from his feet. Richard looked around and recognized that the little baby he was talking to was the bystander who had just watched the fight between the two sides in the hall.

"...Hello." He nodded politely, with a trace of doubt in his heart: this baby...he seems to have seen it somewhere.

"This is Obsidian Middle School," the baby looked at him sincerely, with a small body and dark eyes that looked very harmless.But Richard felt that the baby was full of weirdness, so he had to concentrate all his attention and carefully guard the other's every move.

"As you can see, there are two bad boys fighting here."

After the little baby finished speaking, he paused just like that, as if waiting for Richard to answer or reveal more information about himself.

However, the latter did not meet his needs.

In the eyes of the little baby, the intruder who appeared out of nowhere still had deep eyebrows, and it was difficult to discern the true emotions on his expressionless face.

This is not good.

"Little baby" - former world No. [-] killer Reborn thought so.

As early as the moment the flaxen-haired boy entered the door, he had paid [-]% of his attention.

To be able to let him realize the moment before kicking open the door, the strength of this young man is probably not simple, and this was confirmed after seeing the real person.

With a body full of explosive power, and the breath of the dark world all the year round, the unmoved city has never let down its vigilance for a moment.

Who is this boy in an old-fashioned robe and full of Sicilian slang?

A family member secretly cultivated by a mafia family?What is the purpose of appearing here?

Reborn's eyes fell on Richard's side, half-hidden on the cold barrel of his sleeve.

Ruger P08 pistol... Is this old-style pistol that has been eliminated long ago still used?

Could it be that this person came from a certain hermit family, because he had been isolated from the world for too long, so his clothes and weapons were old antiques that had been eliminated long ago?

Because of Reborn's silence, this side fell into an invisible stalemate; on the other side away from the gate, the pineapple-headed boy who was fighting fiercely with the brown-haired boy—the illusionist named Liudaokui was sparing no effort to stimulate him with words. opponent.

"Heh... I'm different from a guy with no ambition like you. As long as I capture the body of the leader of Pengo Lie, I will definitely use Pengo Lie as a big machine to turn the mafia world upside down." ..."

Reborn, who had been observing the other party, noticed that Richard's expression changed subtly.

——Sure enough, he knew that Peng Lie was from a certain Mafia[2] family.

Reborn confirmed the initial judgment, but he didn't guess that his idea was actually quite different from the other party's.

The reason why Richard's complexion became subtle was indeed inseparable from Liu Dao Mu's remarks, but it was not just because of hearing the word "Vongola".

"Be obedient and just grab it, Peng Ge—" Liu Daomui's attacking action froze, his right arm and left elbow were restrained by two scorching forces at the same time, and the pain and restraint reached those two parts at the same time.

"Kufufu," although he was a little startled, Liudao Mukuro still laughed softly, "Sneaking up from behind is not an honorable act, sir."

"We'll discuss this issue after you've been beaten half to death by me."

"...Are you just passing by? Why get involved in this matter, we don't have any deep hatred."

"Is it a deep hatred? My Japanese is not good, so I don't understand the meaning, but there is a so-called 'anger'." Behind him, Richard raised his eyebrows and sneered, his flaxen hair was blown up by the heat wave, hiding suppressed the anger in the pupils,

"Aren't you looking for the leader of Pengo Lie? I'm right here, let me see how you want to 'take' it, arrogant brat."

--what? !

Liudaokui, who was about to fight back, was startled suddenly.

"You are Vongola's..." If so, who is Sawada Tsunayoshi over there?

(2015 - 03 - 21)

The author has something to say:

#This misunderstanding is a bit big#

#I'm talking about the leader of Pengo Lie (Ten Generations), who are you#

#小哥You went to the wrong set, this is a misunderstanding, do you believe it? #

Note:

[1] Ruger P08 Pistol: A semi-automatic gun known as the glory of the German army. It was popular in The War-II. It was a cutting-edge weapon in that era. Because of the semi-automatic reason, it is now an obsolete product.

[2] Dark World = Mafia = Black Hand Dang