Tsunayoshi's Evolutionary History of Tragedy

Both Lanbao and Lanbo have been completely forgotten at this moment,

Lambo was intentionally forgotten by Giotto, but Rambo was accidentally forgotten by Tsuna, and everything related to the assessment had been thrown out of his mind during the roller coaster ride.

Gangji only felt that his mind was still a mess, and the strong dizziness made him unable to think about other things at all.

"Ah..." I feel like I'm going to die QWQ.Tsunaki tugged on Giotto's cape in a hopeless manner, staring blankly at the deep night sky,

Why on earth did it become like this.

And Lan Bao in the castle is not well now,

"Why hasn't Primo come here..." There was a voice of resentment suddenly in the dark castle, Lan Bao collapsed on the chair, lying on his body was a calf he had finally put to sleep,

Why can other people "test" the guardian of the tenth world in various ways, but he can only be the nanny of the kid.

At this time, Lan Bao didn't know that the Primo he missed the most was now in the playground, and he was enjoying the tranquility of the night with his dear juniors.

Giotto looked at Tsunaki who was lying on his lap and started to feel a little drowsy, brushed the brown hair in front of Tsunaki's forehead, lowered his eyes, trying to cover up the emotions gradually emerging in his eyes,

How did he say that to the kid back then...

[Sawada Tsunayoshi, as Vongola X, is disqualified. 】

The indifferent words at the beginning seemed to be still ringing in my ears, and the gradual remorse from the bottom of my heart made Primo close his eyes in pain,

How could it be so easy to forget...

The voice from the bottom of his heart sighed slowly, as if whipping his soul, it brought bursts of pain, not strong, but it also made him unable to maintain the expression on his face,

How could this kind of thing be easily erased by just wearing a bracelet.

His fingers unconsciously traced the frown that was still tightly frowning even at this time, trying to make the child relax, but he still couldn't do it.

When did the memory come back? The look on Giotto's face was obscured by the shadows, only his tightly pursed lips could be seen, and the wide black cloak gently covered the brown-haired boy lying on his lap, as if protecting the slightly shaved boy. skinny kid,

do not know.

Because counting from when he woke up here, those erased memories have been recovering at a very slow speed,

It's just that he has been suppressing it deliberately, because he always feels that if he thinks about it, he won't be able to get along well with this child.

In other words, he couldn't face the child anymore.

"I am the end," Giotto's voice seemed to be dissipated in the air the next moment, "how should I make up for you?"

How long has it been since you felt this way?

When Pengo Lie began to develop gradually out of his control, he has been living in anxiety, waking up in nightmares every day, and falling into self-blame and guilt every day for those who were indirectly or directly killed by him,

But he is the leader, so he can't show it, because it will only make the family members feel uneasy.

Later, when Elena died, like now, she didn't know how to face Damon, she just wanted to escape,

But as the leader of Vongola, he can't escape, and as the companion of Daemon and Elena, he can't pretend that nothing happened.

So it became like that.

But now... what should he do?

He is no longer the leader of Vongola, and even if he shows it, he will no longer disturb others or affect his subordinates, and Vengley's affairs have nothing to do with him...so, he Can I be willful this time?

"If..." Giotto's fingertips were attached to a dazzling orange flame, "if, you don't want to wake up,"

"...We won't bother you again."

No more telling you not to worry your mates, no more asking you to fight for your mates, no more forcing you to do things you don't want to do... because you've done enough.

"..." Giotto felt his hand being gently held. For some reason, he didn't feel any surprise. He forcibly suppressed the trembling of his fingertips. The indifference remained the same, the golden red eyes drooped, looking at the brown-haired boy who had woken up, "...Gang."

He can no longer call him Decimo, because he took away that identity himself.

"Primo..." Gently blocking Giotto's hand, Tsunayoshi sighed, "You don't need to do this."

"Becoming the tenth generation of Pengelie is my own choice."

"Fighting for my companions is also what keeps me alive."

"I know that everyone is affected, and so are you, and so are the guardians of the first generation,"

"I'm sorry to bring you into this, too,"

"I'm sorry for making you worry."

Why can he still develop such a temperament under the influence of that constitution?

Giotto followed Tsunayoshi's strength and put down his hand, and the words that he didn't feel surprised continued to echo in his ears,

Once he was so looking forward to the emergence of an heir who could meet his expectations, so a child named Tsunayoshi Sawada appeared 200 years later.

But now he felt that it would be great if the child didn't meet his expectations,

As long as the child is a little selfish, a little ruthless, and only needs a little, that would be great.

But if it becomes like this, this child will no longer be Sawada Tsunayoshi.

"...Sorry." There was a long silence, and finally I could only say this sorry.Because no matter what is said, what has happened has happened.

"It's really okay, Primo." Tsuna sat up slowly, with a helpless face on his face. It was unexpected that the first generation would come in, and he also participated in his public class, became his tutor and so on... .When I think of this, Gangji's roots are a little red, which is embarrassing.

"Although it was a little unexpected at that time, it was within my expectation that such a thing would happen." Tsuna covered his face, trying to suppress the memory that had just been changed by the first generation, "I have also prepared for it a long time ago. ...It's just that Bai Lan disrupted my plan a little bit."

Actually not.

Although I have guessed that I will be under house arrest, I never thought that I would be deprived of my identity by the first generation, and I didn't expect that the reason would be that I didn't protect the snow guardian.

But these are not important. He does not regret protecting Coulom at the beginning, nor does he regret every person he has spent a lot of energy saving in the past.

So what else is there to say?

That's enough for now.

"I'm sorting out scattered memory fragments now." In order to prevent Primo from continuing to immerse himself in those things, Tsuna quickly changed the subject, "Because now I can't tell which one I experienced in the eyes of others in the first life. Can you help me, Primo?"

Because of always looking back, there are many almost the same memory fragments, and he is completely confused now, and he can't tell what happened in the past at all.

For example, although he knew that he had successfully rescued Collom, but because he had repeated it too many times at the beginning, he could not find any memory fragments to achieve the ending of successfully rescuing Collom. If he had to try one by one, he would probably spend his entire life. I can't even get out, so I definitely need help from others.

If some nodes are not particularly important, there is no way to find them carefully, such as the segment that A Wu entered before,

Now the memory of that car accident in his mind has been completely changed by A Wu. It seemed that he had no more contact with A Wu in that car accident, but now, that car accident is in his memory. It turned into the scene where he and Awu met for the first time,

By setting this memory changed by Ah Wu as the "main line", other similar memory fragments can be classified as branches generated during backtracking, and then suppressed, which is much more convenient.

Besides, it doesn't matter if the memory of this fragment changes anyway, and it's not a bad thing.

Tsuna tries hard to explain the current situation to Giotto,

"Okay." Without much hesitation, Giotto agreed with a smile on his lips.

Whatever you want to do, I will agree,

Gang.