[Comprehensive] gift to you

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Although it was a "rain" battle, it didn't rain today.

The building was remodeled by the referees—the Cherberos were dilapidated, and a water tank was specially built on it to pour the water down, making the venue even more miserable.

The handsome black-haired boy was holding a guitar bag, sitting on the tree trunk rather abruptly and leisurely, looking up at the big screen with his head slightly raised.

The saint with long blond hair pushed aside the branch that blocked her view in some trouble, and stood firmly on the branch, with the silver ornaments on her body reflecting light slightly.

"Is today a swordsman's battle?" She held the flagpole with her backhand, and the bundled flag was erected behind her. The vitality of the girl was not obvious on her body, but she was more like an elder who had read all of her life. Speaking gently and steadily, "Perhaps Saber is more appropriate to watch the battle."

The boy smiled and didn't reply.

The brown-haired boy standing under the display screen and watching the battle looked back at the direction of the trees as if feeling something, but saw nothing. He turned back to watch Takeshi Yamamoto's battle with confusion on his face.

Takeshi Yamamoto said: "This is a game, not a killing game."

The boy who hadn't penetrated into the family was still childish, and the sharp blade in his hand slashed across the water, drawing a ripple.

He chose to attack with the back of the knife.

How innocent.

——It is also the greatest insult to the opponent.

Skuvalo laughed angrily: "Little devil, how powerful do you think you are? Attack with the back of a knife?!——That's your only chance to hurt me!"

But he was still calm - calmly released the water, and pretended to be hit by the moves that Takeshi Yamamoto hadn't mastered yet.

Joan stared at the screen with a straight attitude, without any intention of deserting.

Otoha didn't react a bit until Scovalo waved away Takeshi Yamamoto's aid, preferring to be eaten by sharks than to be pityed by the enemy.

"What should I do..." He closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly, as if he was thinking, and the mental power mixed with the relaxing spiritual power diffused out.

——Well, someone below is ready to rescue...

No help needed, everything has been planned.

He opened his eyes and sighed softly.

Tsuna...it feels like it has been clearly arranged.

#Sawada Tsunayoshi, who was clearly arranged: Huh? #

"You're worried about that boy," Joan rolled her eyes, "won't you go say hello?"

"...No more." The young man stretched his waist, his eyes narrowed slightly because of sleepiness, like a docile cat, "It's getting late, it's time to go to bed."

Joan of Arc, who seemed to be about the same age as a teenager, nodded in agreement, and said in an elder's tone: "Going to bed late is really bad for your health."

Sawada Tsunayoshi looked at the tree that he had been paying attention to before again - there was still nothing on it.

"What are you looking at, stupid gang." Reborn had already noticed that his disciples were a little restless, and frowned slightly, "They have already left."

Although he didn't feel the presence of anyone there, the killer's intuition still vaguely gave him a hint.

"...I see." Sawada Tsunayoshi let out a breath, as if relieved, but also as if a little lost.

261

Tsunayoshi Sawada, who was woken up early in the morning by the violence of reborn, jogged up the mountain with a bitter face, and the ghost animal teacher sitting on his head complained leisurely about his slow speed with a gun.

When passing by the park, the little baby tugged at the boy's fluffy brown hair: "Stupid, turn right."

"Huh? The training in the park is very eye-catching, isn't it?" Tsunayoshi Sawada said, and turned to run into the park.

There are very few people who come out for morning jogging now, but they form a circle, as if they are looking at something.

The singing voice, which is not too loud, gradually became clearer as Sawada Tsunayoshi approached. Although the brown-haired boy still had some difficulty understanding the English lyrics, he could at least enjoy the melody.

The guitar was played frequently by the people in the middle. It must be difficult to sing while playing, but the clear and slightly cool boyish voice never stopped or lost the rhythm.

Different from the inherent coolness in the voice, the song is quite enthusiastic and has a strong sense of rhythm. The contrast brought about by the "temperature difference" between hot and cold makes people who go out for morning jogs early in the morning and are more or less sleepy completely wake up .

——It feels like the cells are about to be activated by the other party's singing.

Candidate Vengley rubbed his face stiffened by the slightly cool morning wind, and couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips.

The song is over.

"Hmm...how do you feel?" The master of the young voice spoke softly, without a sense of distance.

People praised it one after another, and I don't know who took the lead in clapping.

The young man smiled, exchanged glances with the blond girl beside him, plucked the guitar with his hand, and made a dull sound: "Then if you are not busy, please listen to another song?"

He rolled his eyes at a man who was still a little tired: "Also——if you're tired, it's better to go back and rest. I'm afraid you will fall asleep listening to the next song."

The man blinked dully, and then came back to his senses, said "Excuse me" a few times, and hurriedly pushed through the crowd and left.

It was only then that Tsunayoshi Sawada saw clearly the young man surrounded by people - I don't know whether it was unexpected or expected, the leader of the Chaldeans who was too idle was holding a guitar and looked over with a smile.

Unlike the previous intensive playing points, this time the style of music is very soft-it doesn't matter if it is soft enough to make people feel tired and exposed.

It is a rather gentle song, full of words of gentle encouragement and understanding and comfort.

—Everyone knows that the singers do not understand their experiences.

But when I heard these words, my heart warmed up, and even my eyelids became heavy. I wanted to fall asleep in the comfort of these whispers, and immerse myself in a warm dream.

... No wonder reminding that person to leave.

Sawada Tsunayoshi quickly patted his face to dispel sleepiness, and after glancing at the crowd, he was roughly urged to leave by the teacher who pointed a gun at him.

Although there are complaints such as "Why does the mafia leader look like a star bulingbuling", "Is the Chaldean family really okay when they are so idle", "I changed my subordinates again today, how many senior officials are there?" But now the important thing is training.

The eyes of the brown-haired boy became firm, and a golden orange flashed in the warm brown eyes.

——Absolutely, absolutely must not let Varian hurt everyone!

Reborn glanced back at the direction of the music, and hummed inexplicably.

Organizations that don't exist... so interesting.

However, it has nothing to do with him, as long as he manages his own stupid disciple well.

"Stupid gang, hurry up, Bajir is still waiting for you on the mountain - making others wait too long is not enough to meet the conditions of the leader."

"Gun! Put the gun away! - I know, so don't conjure up such a scary prop! And where did this bee come from?! Don't put honey on my face!"

The author has something to say: Joan of Arc, the summoned heroic spirit with the least amount of scenes in history (.)

The next chapter is Fog War (using illusion), those who play FGO or have a little understanding should know who is going to play (explained)

It’s my personal understanding that Varian’s release of water here is—if the protagonist group is so talented that they can hold their feet for a few days and win the professional assassination (although I doubt they are open assassins, but Kai Wushuang forcibly interprets them as assassinations) troops, then other mafia You don’t need to come out for a while, let’s see Peng Ge is invincible in the world (.)

My academic proficiency test is coming, and I have to make up the test, the schedule is completely full (.) I don’t even have a weekend, and I have to go all the way to another school to do papers in an unfamiliar environment, and the homework is as usual x without special relief for examinees

Then I took the make-up chemistry exam and found out that what I fucking reviewed was the final one, and the academic level was only compulsory one. It seems like xxx

Me (sleepy): ...?What the hell?What is this...? ? ? (After finishing writing, he lay down on the table and fell asleep)

Ten dollars was a waste of money (bu)

I'm not sure about other subjects... In short, I come here to put a chapter to ask for a wave of blessings.

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