Everyday ordinary of Miss Miura

"Thanks for your hard work, Tsuna Ji-kun, and I need to trouble you to help Xiaochun bring back the test papers and homework."

In front of Miura's house, Miura Yumi took a stack of homework from the brown-haired boy with an apologetic face.

Sawada Tsunayoshi shook his head with a gentle smile on his face:

"As a classmate and at the same table, this is what I should do. By the way, Aunt Yumi, I will send the other class notes on Friday."

"I really trouble you, Tsuna Ji-kun, thank you for taking care of Xiaochun all the time."

Yumi Miura gave a dignified and polite salute to the brunette boy. The young Pengo Lie was taken aback, and quickly took a step aside to avoid the salute:

"Don't worry too much, Auntie. These are just trivial matters. In short, I hope that Xiaochun's practice can be completed smoothly. That would be the best."

"Practice..."

Hearing this, Yumi pondered for a while, and then nodded:

"Although it is impossible to predict, but with Xiaochun's character, there is a high probability that she will encounter some bumps and holes. Hey, she is confused and careless. She hasn't made any progress after a few years. To be honest, I am really worried. of."

While talking, Miura Yumi suddenly felt a little worried again, and frowned slightly:

"I don't know what's wrong with my education policy. This child has no heart."

"Auntie, Xiaochun is so cute, and such a temperament is really precious."

Sawada Tsunayoshi patiently listened to Yumi's babble, his smile remained unchanged, but his words defended Miss Witch without leaving a trace.

But this fell into the eyes of Miura Yumi, and she didn't know whether she should be happy for her daughter or should say sorry to Sawada Tsunayoshi: She was telling the truth, her daughter had grown up so big, and she still looked careless all day long. The silly girl's appearance has a lot to do with the connivance of Sawada Tsunayoshi and the group of swordsmen.

Thinking of this, she sincerely said to Sawada Tsunayoshi:

"Gangji-kun, you have really worked hard for you these few years."

The confused child of her family is really thanks to him for taking care of her.

"It's not hard at all, Auntie, Xiaochun is really nice."

The young Pengo Li frowned, ready to say goodbye:

"Then I'll go back first, Auntie."

"Be careful on the road, Tsunaji-kun."

"Ah."

Miura Yumi watched the boy's back go away, and she was not ready to go back to the house until he was about to walk out of the alley. At this time, the iron door of the Tanaka house next door was opened, and Tanaka Ichiro appeared rarely.

"Oh, good evening Tanaka-kun, are you going to go shopping?"

Yumi Miura greeted her neighbor with a smile, and guessed happily when she saw the shopping trolley in his hand.

The writer nodded with a peaceful expression:

"Well, I'm going to the supermarket to buy ingredients for this week. By the way, Mrs. Miura, this is the manuscript of the new chapter. Please pass it to Xiaochun for me."

Ichiro Tanaka handed the file bag to Yumi, who took it and thanked him dignifiedly:

"Thank you for the story you gave her. Xiaochun went out for training this week. I will give it to her when she comes back."

"Training?"

"Well, it's training about shrine work."

Yumi Miura is serious and nonsense.

"It's really hard work, I hope everything goes well for her."

Ichiro Tanaka had heard about Haru Miura being the spokesperson for the shrine, and nodded his understanding.

"So farewell, Mrs. Miura."

"Okay, goodbye, Mr. Tanaka."

After exchanging pleasantries, the two bid farewell.

Ichiro Tanaka dragged the shopping cart and strode towards the direction where the brown-haired boy left.

Not long after, he heard the sound of fierce fighting, in addition to the sound of equipment colliding, there was also the sound of bullets being fired.

Sure enough, it started.

He turned a corner, put the shopping cart aside, stretched out his gloved hand to the leather holster at his waist, and opened the concealed buckle. He held a black wooden box in his hand. He took out a muffler from his holster and put it on, raised his hand and aimed at the person on the roof in front of him.

Three sounds from the wooden barn sounded, and the three killers who were ambushing in different places fell silently.

And the battle ahead seemed to have come to an end. The dozen or so black-clothed men who had surrounded the brown-haired boy had fallen to the ground. Although the boy standing in the middle was a little disheveled, he seemed to be fine overall.

He turned around and looked at Ichiro Tanaka, only then did the writer realize that a beam of orange fire was shining on his forehead, and his eyes were calm and steady, and the candied eyes occasionally had a hint of orange light.

"Thank you."

The boy spoke, his voice as calm as his eyes.

"You're welcome, I'm just passing by."

Ichiro Tanaka put his hand back to the original place and waved his hand, but the flame on the boy's forehead suddenly disappeared, and the dangerous aura on his body also changed, becoming quiet and peaceful.

He looked at the leather case on the writer's waist, and spoke with admiration in his tone:

"Is it a USP made in Germany? It is only 19.4 centimeters long and has 12 rounds of bullets. It is as powerful as a gun. The only shortcoming is that the range is only 50 meters."

He looked up again at the black figure lying on the roof, and continued to praise:

"It only took three bullets, but it accurately hit three people. Your excellency is good at Mu Cang."

The brown-haired boy didn't seem to be curious at all why this passer-by carried a weapon with him, he just commented on the other party's wooden warehouse method as it mattered.He probably really got used to being a leader. After seeing the writer's elusive Mu Cang technique, his first thought was to invite him to join Pengelie.

No, the idea is a little dangerous.

Stop, stop, Tsunayoshi Sawada, you are a principled leader, and you will never let innocent passers-by be forced into this circle.

Thinking of this, the brown-haired boy finally regained his gentleness.

Ichiro Tanaka brushed his hair casually with his hand, sighed, turned around to look for his shopping cart, and said:

"I'll go first, boy, your people will be here in a few seconds."

"Goodbye."

He casually stretched out his hand and waved it backwards, his figure disappeared in the gradually darkening sky.

Sawada Tsunayoshi stood in place and waited, just as the man said, a few seconds later he heard the hurried footsteps behind him, and the voice of Hayato Kikuji who came before the sound:

"Judaime! Are you okay?!"

The silver-haired boy quickly ran up to Sawada Tsunayoshi, looked him up and down first, and then knelt down on one knee to plead guilty:

"I'm sorry Judaime, as your guardian, I couldn't rush to you to protect you in the first time, I really feel guilty!"

"Prison Temple..."

Sawada Tsunayoshi looked helplessly at the overly serious guardian, and pulled him up:

"It's not your fault. It's because the news this time was wrong. I didn't expect them to have an ambush."

"What?! Ambush! Are you injured, Judaime?"

Kikuji Hayato looked at his good leader again worriedly, and Sawada Tsunayoshi reached out and patted him on the shoulder:

"I'm fine, by the way, did you get any news about this raid?"

While asking, Sawada Tsunayoshi glanced at the men in black all over the floor, his eyes flashed with thought:

The people who raided this time were not the same group as those who wanted to attack Haru Miura last time. Could it be that this time it was an assassination against Peng Lie?

"There is indeed some information, Judaime."

Prison Temple Hayato made his expression serious, and reported in a low voice:

"According to the Ministry of Intelligence, the goods that are about to enter the port from Yokohama have been targeted recently, and someone paid a lot of money to hire assassins to assassinate the senior Peng Gelie who was in charge of transporting these goods..."

"But the person they attacked was me."

Sawada Tsunayoshi interrupted him, and Hayato was startled, but saw that Sawada Tsunayoshi's eyes had already brought a trace of coldness:

"I'm not yet a full-grown adult. The matter of inheriting Vengley is a top secret. The enemy is not just because of that batch of goods, so the enemy's goal..."

"It's Pengo Lie."

He looked at the prison temple Hayato, and the darkness in the jujube-colored eyes gradually filled. Lan Shou was startled, and there was a drop of cold sweat on his forehead unconsciously:

"Ten generations..."

"Is there any news about the mastermind behind the scenes?"

Sawada Tsunayoshi blinked, restrained his killing intent, Lan Shou was stunned, and it took him a long time to find his voice:

"Yes, Bakir analyzed the phone recordings, and the person instructing the gang claimed to be from the Port Mafia."

"is it?"

The young Pengo Lie asked softly, and then walked back with his guardian, and accidentally stepped on someone's wrist on the ground. However, the young leader's face remained unchanged, and he smiled. , one after another, one after another, stepping on these "sandbags" to go back.

"Boss, can your subordinates clear the field?"

He stepped on the last "sandbag", and a man in a suit and leather shoes quietly appeared behind him.

"Well, you guys pack up."

The brown-haired boy replied nonchalantly, threw his schoolbag over his shoulder, continued chatting with his Lan Shou and went home.

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'Those who fight monsters should be careful not to become monsters. When you stare into the abyss from afar, the abyss also stares into you. '

-Nietzsche