[Comprehensive] Tsunayoshi in the Dark Benmaru

In the evening, the sun is gradually setting and the breeze is cool.

Tsunayoshi and Gokudera Yamamoto sat around the stone table in the atrium, writing homework for today's Italian class together.Of course, Tsunayoshi and Yamamoto were the only ones to do the homework, and Goji Temple accompanied him with the documents, and by the way, he was a part-time tutor.Just like in Binsheng's home, everyone often gathers in Tsuna's bedroom, reading homework, and asking the clever fellow students in the prison temple to help with their homework, hoping to pass the exam.

No student likes to make up lessons during the holidays.

Yamamoto put his head into the pen and wrote very carefully and smoothly.Looking back, Tsuna realized he had never seen him so focused on something other than baseball.Maybe he was forced to do nothing. After all, as one of the current top executives of Pengo Lie, he has only a lot of affairs to deal with.Documents can be machine-translated into Japanese to understand roughly, but there is no way to talk face-to-face.

Yamamoto is a quick learner, and Tsunayoshi knew it when he was in school.

He did the wrong question again and again, and Yamamoto could learn it after studying hard, and he would never make a mistake again.But Yamamoto will patiently accompany him to the end every time.There is also the Prison Temple, which explained it to him over and over again.Prison Temple gave him all the patience he had, and Gang Ji thought about it, and smiled.Culom took Rambo and Ping and Fengtai to the kitchen to make mousse, and helped them squeeze peach juice after leaving.

Gang Ji twirled the pen with his fingertips, staring at his homework in a daze, but he still couldn't write a single word.

Yamamoto and Kikuji occasionally looked up at him.Ever since Gangji "lost" once, whether to confirm his whereabouts has become the heart disease of his dear partners, and it has become a subconscious habit engraved on the bones and never dared to forget.Gangji knows this.Even himself, each of them has been changed a lot because of the experience in another world.

It was like an adventure in a dream, leaving no old things for him to recall.Tsuna couldn't help rubbing the Vongola ring between his right fingers. The gems on it were cold and hard... Yamamoto's right hand suddenly covered him, stopping his movement very warmly and gently.

"Gang." Gang Ji looked up at his handsome face, and saw that he bent his eyes towards her.

"I'm almost done." Yamamoto said, "And you."

Gangji couldn't help laughing, and showed him his blank notebook.

"Do you need help?" Yamamoto asked with a smile, clasping Tsunayoshi's fingers.

Gangji shook his head, "I give up."

Blinking, Tsunayoshi let Yamamoto approach him.

"Let them deduct my salary." Gang Jixiang also stopped writing, looked at his prison temple and smiled, with an indifferent calm on his face. "There is really nothing more outrageous than this. Besides me, which family leader's meager salary will be linked to homework." He raised his eyebrows and complained, evoking the same, vague words that had been repeated thousands of times. Broken smile.

Yamamoto and Kikuji laughed along with him.

It is impossible to find another such poor family leader.

……

Sicily's night sky is as beautiful as it is beautiful.

The broken stones of the stars were scattered in the swirling black sky, and the irregularly shaped constellations were countless and crowded together, especially those that had not yet formed any neat constellation shape.Tsuna couldn't recognize the names of each star, so he squeezed beside him, Lanbo and Futa who were sitting next to him pointed out to him one by one.Tsuna wrapped them in his cloak, stared at the night sky, and listened to the children's happy talk.The field of stars hung silently over the castle, great and oppressive over their heads.

Tsunayoshi, who grew up in the town, had never seriously looked at the starry sky.He has seen the hazy halo of a supermoon, and the starry sky filled with fireworks during a fireworks display. Those are very brilliant nights.But he rarely looked up at those still stars.

However, Tsurumaru Kuninaga liked it very much.

"It's like the bright sugar crystals sprinkled on the cake." Tsurumaru Kuninaga, who was sitting in front of the bonfire, asked him, "Gang, have you ever eaten a cake covered with white frosting?" He also whetted his appetite.

Where can the living soul wandering in the wilderness with Fu Sangshen find a piece of sweet and delicious cake?

Tsuna stared at the moon above his head, which was getting whiter and whiter, and the shining stars, and said, "I really want to eat the cake my mother made."

Then, Tsunayoshi remembered his parents, and thought of Namorimachi.

Sometimes, just sometimes, Tsunakichi felt like she was trying with all her might to stop thinking about Tsurumaru Kuninaga.

In the back mountain of Honmaru, the mountain fire was burning, and Tsurumaru's pale face was flushed red, and he softly said sorry to him that he didn't want to hear at all, and when he refused to follow his order, Tsunayoshi was anxious and embarrassed ruled by anger and pain.Tsurumaru Kuninaga is his sword, Tsunayoshi Sawada.Tsunakichi vows that he will never say goodbye to anyone again, especially Tsurumaru Kuninaga.Then, Tsurumaru echoed his sigh and seeped into Tsunakichi's soul, and Tsunakichi saw in Tsuru's eyes a distant and strange world that he couldn't reach.

"Just let my time stop here." Fu Sangshen had already chosen a tomb for himself.

"What about me?" Gang Ji choked with silent convulsive weeping.

"You have to keep moving forward, Gang, you have other more important partners and relatives..."

"But there is no Mr. Tsurumaru among them." Warm tears rolled down the eyelids and fell on Tsunakichi's face.

"Tsuramaru Kuninaga." Tsunayoshi said, "You are my sword, come back with me."

Fu Sangshen was almost shaken, a thin layer of tears welled up in his golden pupils.

He looked at Gangji's hand holding his sleeve robe, at the crimson almost dark flame.Tsurumaru country lives forever in fire, but it is also afraid of heat, swords and swords are so instinctive, Yizhen knows best the pain of being in a sea of ​​fire.

When Tsurumaru didn't meet Tsunayoshi Sawada, when he was lying in the waist-high grass on Housan Mountain, staring at the blue sky, what he thought in his heart was: as long as he is not thrown back into the dark tomb, and he is alone If the ground is enshrined on the high platform surrounded by incense, he will not be afraid of anything.After that, he turned into the world and lived what he wished, but only a short life.

Enough is enough.No amount of greed is enough.Those innocent and pure Sword Fusangshen who were killed or voluntarily sacrificed, his colleagues, handed over their souls to him, are helping him to fight against the evil parasitic in his body all the time, he cannot If you run away, you can't throw all the responsibilities and sins that belong to you to them.

Tsurumaru's wish has been fulfilled, and the tragedy that has lingered in this Honmaru for half a century should end.

"Mr. Tsurumaru---!!!" Tsurumaru didn't have any secrets in front of Sawada Tsunayoshi who remembered everything.

As early as Sawada Tsunayoshi didn't realize it, Tsurumaru gave him all of himself, willing to be sent by him without restriction, and only loyal to him.Tsurumaru only has gratitude and responsibility for the first generation of god judges.And in his life, the only time he soberly and actively violated the will of Sawada Tsunayoshi was to kill his own life and bury this dark Honmaru full of blood and tears.

"You can't do this! Tsurumaru Kuninaga!"

Tsunayoshi Sawada, who ignited the fire of death, was also unable to catch Tsurumaru Kuninaga's sleeve robe.

"Tsurumaru Kuninaga!! Tsurumaru Kuninaga Tsurumaru Kuninaga Tsurumaru Kuninaga-!!!" Tsunakichi called his name with tears in his eyes.

But Fu Sangshen didn't answer him anymore.Tsurumaru Kuninaga knew what Tsunayoshi Sawada wanted to do, and he did the same thing 50 years ago.At the last moment of the death of the first god judge, he called her name and took her soul away from the chains of hell.Because of this, Tsurumaru Kuninaga received the most vicious curse and punishment. He fell secretly in kindness, became corrupt, and was riddled with crimes.

Tsurumaru Kuni will never let his favorite Sawada Tsunayoshi fall to the same fate as himself.

The mountain fire licked his robe feet, and the tongue of flame swept across his whole body in an instant, and he slowly burned in the tears of Sawada Tsunayoshi.Tsurumaru Kuninaga finally smiled at Sawada Tsunayoshi.He knew that Tsunayoshi Sawada could never forget himself until death.He got the real eternal life, even if he can't leave anything to Gang Ji, he will continue to live in Gang Ji's heart.

These are very cruel to Tsuna, but they are the salvation that Tsurumaru Kuniyong obtained.

"It's okay to hate me..." But don't forget me.

"Tsurumaru Kuninaga..."

The tearful Sawada Tsunayoshi tried until the end to pull Fusangshin out of the flames, but to no avail.Red flames flickering bright golden around him burned

up, but do him no harm.Because these are his flames, and because he finally admitted that Tsurumaru Kuninaga is his sword, Tsurumaru was finally able to use the power of his God Judge to ignite this dark Honmaru.

Everything has long been decided by fate, no matter how much Tsunayoshi Sawada struggles, he still follows the established track of fate to the end.Nothing could be left to him, nothing could be saved from him.Tsuna had thought that there was nothing he could do, that witnessing the sacrifice of Yoni and Mr. Odenota was enough pain to break him down... It turned out that there was something more painful and desperate than this.

Obviously, he has grown a lot and become stronger than before.

At this moment, the core of the world keeps receding.Gang Ji's whole body was decayed, his pale skin seemed to be fused with the dark white of some ashes, and his hands were completely cold.He watched Tsurumaru Kuninaga being swallowed up by the flames bit by bit, and his soul flew away before his eyes, turning into a wisp of hot wind.The silent tears and the dead expression are the numbness between extreme sorrow and pain.

Until Nippon and Taikoyo Odenori stood in the hot and thin air of the flames, the soul was like a distant mirage reflected in the trembling firelight.They smiled at him, thanked him, and then scattered in the wind like touched fireflies.

After them, there are many souls with swords to pay the mourning gods.When they appeared, their bodies and faces were covered with a layer of dark and dense black air, which gradually faded away and remained in gray—at last, they were transparent and shiny.Through tears, Gangji could clearly see their delicate or handsome or handsome or beautiful faces.These familiar or unfamiliar Touken Fusangshen, who Tsuna had never gotten along with, thanked him one by one with a smile, and then disintegrated into mottled spots one after another, dissipating before his eyes.

That's how it all ended.

Tsuna lost something that was very, very important to him.

Because of the loss of such things, he returned to his own world, returned to Bingsheng Town, returned to his home, returned to school... When he saw the gentle and lovely girl whom he had secretly admired for a long time again, he could no longer be moved.

"Tsurumaru Kuninaga's soul is indeed sleeping in the Vongola Ring." Giotto assured him.

"As you wished, you kept him." Xun Yu said, "Take him home."

"Will I see him again?" Tsuna asked awkwardly.

"He may be revived under the power of Qisan, but that may be a long time later." Garkafis said. "No one knows when, he has fought the devil for too long, his soul is broken."

"So." Bai Lan looked at him pityingly, "Maybe not."

……

"Judaimu?" It was the prison temple calling him.

"What?" Gang Ji followed the voice and turned to look at him.

"Tears." Prison Temple looked at him anxiously.

Before his fingers caressed Gangji's face, it was Fengtai's warm little hand.

"Brother Gang." The light-haired boy's eyes were full of stars, like a prince of stars.

"Are you uncomfortable?" Lan Bo also looked up at him, and put his arms around his arms obediently and considerately.

"No." Gang Ji blinked the water vapor in his eyes, smiled and shook his head.

"It's because the wind is a bit too cold, and it hurts my eyes."

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