[Comprehensive] Tsunayoshi in the Dark Benmaru

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What kind of pain was that.

Sawada Tsunayoshi felt that he had been dragged away in a long reincarnation life, and the torrential rain pouring on him was like boiling oil splashing on unsuspecting naked|exposed skin.Exhausted of strength, there is not a trace left, even the accumulated bits are sucked away along the thick indigo-skinned, stiffened and rigid joints.The tingling pain is tightly entangled with the wet clothing and sticks to the skin, and the endless dull pain is even more unbearable.

The young leader of the tenth generation of Pengelie drooped his head limply, his eyelids were as heavy as a mountain.The nose smells the moist and clear smell of the air, and the ear is the sound of rain falling into the earth, as if the sky is roaring and thunder is falling outrageously.Is it going to end here?His thoughts were as sticky as pulp, and the numbness caused by extreme physical fatigue made him unable to concentrate properly, which was more fatal than exhaustion of strength.

Drowsy, in a trance.I don't know how far I was taken and in what direction, everything is unknown.Enemies who don't need words to communicate with each other (Jianfeiweishi) are cold and lifeless, existing like dead things.Tsunayoshi has no way to learn any information from it, only the "Historical Revisionists are Prosecutors" that Foxnosuke said before.

Ah, it’s true after thinking about it—his existence shouldn’t be on the world line at this point in time—the light brown eyelashes trembled slightly when Tsuna tried to open them, but they were only opened and closed. A slight warm brown brilliance oozes out.So does it end here?No matter how much you pray, how much you hope, the cruelty of reality will crush everything without hesitation.

[He doesn't want to die. ]

Even for brave men who can face death directly, there is probably nostalgia for life.Sawada Tsunayoshi, the young leader of the Ten Generations of Pengo Lie is just an ordinary mortal, and it is inevitable that he will live every minute and every second of this world with revolving attachment at the time of life and death.

[He doesn't want to die, he's so afraid of death. ]

He hoped that Fox Nosuke who had escaped would call for help, and he also thought that if Fox Nosuke did not escape, but stayed with him.Even though he knew very well that even if Foxnosuke didn't obey his words and left, it would be of no avail to rescue him, but Tsuna Kichi's panic in the situation of being captured alone made him unable to help but think this way again.

The rain falling from the sky gurgled and slipped from his fingertips. The cold rain seeped into his brown hair and flowed against his sensitive scalp. It was so cold that he couldn't remember every warmth he had ever had. .The young god judge only felt that he had been thrown into a deep pool, lonely and gloomy, and countless slender hands stretched out from the black abyss below him that he could not peek into, wrapping around his body and pulling his ankles. , straight down.

He was so frightened that he couldn't speak, and he couldn't struggle, only the tears of fear leaked from his half-closed pupils with shattered light—he thought he was crying, but in fact, he had long since lost the strength to cry .

Just in this long, seemingly boundless abyss, falling into it.There was a sudden explosion in the air, and the airflow was blowing against the wind so violently that the hem of the clothes fluttered, and the body wrapped in the drenched clothes became even colder.

[what happened……? ]

Vaguely aware that things had taken a new turn, Peng Gelie's young future ten-generation leader subconsciously looked up, but in the end he didn't know anything. He didn't even have the strength to shed tears, let alone curiosity and vigilance. .

"..."

After the explosion, the young leader faintly had some untimely auditory hallucinations.

"...Gang..."

"Judaime!Judaime...」

"...Vongola... can you hear me...? 』

"... Tsunayoshi-kun..."

He seemed to hear the calls of his friends and relatives.

One after another.He could clearly distinguish each person's voice, and he could feel the excitement and anxiety in their voices, as well as some panic emotional ups and downs.But... He opened his mouth, but no sound could come out of this extremely tired body... He couldn't respond, not even a simple "ah".

[…here…I am here…]

Since he came to this future, what he had been praying for had been realized at this last moment.Nothing could rekindle Sawada Tsunayoshi’s sense of survival more than at this moment—[I can’t die here, he wants to go home]—just the emergence of such thoughts is enough to become the driving force for all self-help.Even if the body is out of control, so what, the brain can slowly regain clarity, as long as you don't give up.It's not over yet.

Obviously exhausted to the point of exhaustion, unable to even shed tears, but the eyes hidden under the damp hair with the head bowed down were sore and red again and again.The bright future made Sawada Tsunayoshi struggle again, but his strength was not even as strong as that of a butterfly flapping its wings.The struggles of Pengelie's next ten generations of leaders were not taken seriously.

[hateful……]

[let me go……]

The air current tearing the air around was getting stronger and stronger, and the seemingly irresistible torrent swallowed up the hard work that the young God-inspector had finally rekindled.Surrendering to the darkness as if greedy for ease and obstinacy rather than yielding to death are intertwined. Strangely, there is no excessive conflict. The wind blows away the wet hair on his forehead, and the slightly leaking golden brown pupils are lingering in silence. .

The closer he got to the depths of the vortex, the more profound was the sense of leisure like a fish in water, as if the fire of death qi ignited from the depths of his soul filled his weak body in the posture of a protector, and his fingertips were condensed warm.The idea that he was going to be taken home was even stronger, even though he still couldn't figure out what the inspector was doing, even though he still couldn't get rid of the restraint of the inspector.But under the influence of super intuition, Bangbang knocked on his head and said this.

[You are going home! ]

He doesn't need to do anything, just being held up like a dying person, going far into hell, and he can return home.The closer he got, the stronger the voices of relatives and friends calling him.Whether it was the whispering coaxing of the God of Death, or the sweet false appearance that was about to die... Tsunayoshi Sawada stopped all struggles at that moment.

[I'm going home. ]

He followed the voice and repeated in his heart.

[Mother. ]

[reborn. ]

[……Everyone. ]

He silently missed his relatives and friends.

This time he didn't persist stubbornly, and let all his consciousness sink into the darkness as if giving up.He is going home.The young Vongola leader of the next ten generations fell into a coma full of hope, because he had difficulty raising his eyes and seeing things a long time ago, so he didn't see the Vengola gears that originally spread the flames that protected him faded away, and finally Dead silence.So he didn't know that when his whole body was assimilated by the cold blue light of Jian Feiwei, the four vibrations of the sword around his waist hummed like mournful tremors.

There are so many things he doesn't know.

From the very beginning, his mind was full of evasion, and his eyes were full of nowhere to go home. The young leader of the tenth generation of Pengelie is still a weak and useless guy. Once again, it fell into the mud and became the waste material gang that was once famous in Namori Town.This has become commonplace for him, without reborn kicking him hard, he will never face reality, and he will never stand up on his own——

——Too weak, without any growth.

No wonder reborn still said this at the end.

However, none of this mattered, he was going home.He will return to his relatives, friends and partners, and he will be forced to stand up and endure tears by the strong attitude of reborn Sparta and the heartfelt desire to protect his companions.He will once again change from Waste Material Tsuna to Sawada Tsunayoshi, and after a long time, he will finally become the tenth generation leader of Pengelie.

If all goes well.

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"Hey! Where do you want to take...you bastards——!!!"

Sawada Tsunayoshi woke up to Spana's angry voice.

That technical geek Spana, who always speaks listlessly and is overindulged in Mosca research, has such an emotional ups and downs, full of anger... His young leader thought so belatedly, in a trance Ri and still trying to grab his hand, the prison temple master who took him home made a mistake, and his companions stood not far away and looked at him.

Reborn was also there, and the two-headed man in a suit and leather shoes, the ghost-like Rainbow Son, stood on Yamamoto's shoulders, lifted his lips, and explained something to him in a very rational and calm manner.Gang Ji heard it, but didn't quite remember it.He only remembers that his fingertips rubbed against Prison Lord's fingertips, and both palms were extremely stretched, but the futility of the sky was still left - Prison Lord's slightly distorted and ferocious face due to his stubbornness was his last memory.

"Judaime..."

There is also the mournful hoarseness of Prison Temple Lord.

And then...?

He was taken farther and farther away, and he was separated from his relatives and friends who were originally close to each other.The temperature of holding him in his arms was a little cold, and he could only be carried away in a daze and ignorance, unable to react or understand what happened.

Maybe this is just a weird dream of his.

What exactly the young leader of the next ten generations of Vongola saw or dreamed in a coma is beyond the question.In short, later, he woke up on the back of a strange gentleman, his head was in a daze, and Spana's voice was slightly lowered.With difficulty, he supported the shoulders of the stranger and kind-hearted man under him, and supported him a little with his palms. Fortunately, his strength and physical strength recovered a lot from his drowsiness. Talking Japanese number.

Spana's voice wafted out from the lips and teeth of the sword Fusangshen with tall black hair and white bone spurs.

[It turns out...it's not Spana. ]

"...Mr. Japan."

Blinking a little, the mist hanging from the brown slender eyelashes all fell on the white cheeks that had been carefully wiped clean by the swordsmen. The young god judge whispered the name of Token Fusangshin with the "Swallowing Spear".

Now they are in a hidden valley, the surrounding fields are quiet, except for the voices of Nihon and his Token Fusangshin companions, there is nothing else.The hoarse and weak call of the young god judge made the four vigilant Tokenfusangshen present immediately look away, and all their eyes were focused on the back of "Dayen Tai Mitsuyo", one of the five swordsmen in the world of "Miike Sword School".

"tsu...you woke up, do you feel uncomfortable?"

The Nippon Meteor, who had a relationship with the young god judge earlier, strode over and stopped at a slightly further distance, probably because he was worried that the bone spurs on his body would hurt the fragile human god judge.The free-spirited and gentle Sword Fusangshen, with purple pupils like lacquer, stared at him intently, asking with concern.

Because this human boy has not been recognized by everyone in Honmaru, it is inappropriate to call him "Master", "General" or "God Judge".Among the three guns in the world of the Jinfang faction, the only big body gun with three official positions knows the name of the young god judge, but now there are all his colleagues who he called to help temporarily, and their swordsmen in Honmaru have been fighting against each other for so many years. Human beings have long been repelling and resisting—it is also inconvenient for the Japanese to call out their names directly, and they blurt out half-spoken words before changing them.

Furthermore, Japan and the young god-inspector were only acquainted once, and they didn't have much acquaintance.On the contrary, the young judge was very upright and polite, he was obviously just a clumsy child.

And the young god-inspector, one of the "Five Swords of the World", who was dressed in gray, with golden armor covering his legs, and black hair messed up around his neck, was holding his legs behind his back, and looked at the man in front of him. "National Treasure of Japan: Spear of Swallowing" shook his head lightly.The naturally shy young interrogator was being cared for so intimately and considerately by a stranger (Dadianta), and after reacting, he struggled with his legs and wanted to get down.

"Don't move."

On the contrary, the taciturn Five Swords of the World raised his hand and patted the arms around his neck, which made the young god-inspector who was not good at speech and communication flinch, and did not dare to move any more, and obediently lay on the opponent's bony back.Seeing the mode of getting along with each other with one knife, the Japanese one inexplicably felt a little funny, until Horikawa sent Tachiyama Fukunihiro at the side to call him, and then turned around.

Before leaving, I didn't forget to introduce the identities of several colleagues to the young god judge.

"The one behind you is the Taidao of the Miike Sword Sect, Oden Tai Mitsuyo."

Then he pointed to the Taidao who was walking towards him, dressed in monk costumes, and stepped on single-tooth clogs—"He is the Taidao of the Horikawa School, Yamabu Kunihiro. The last one is the Taidao of the Sanjo Family, Xiaohumaru, and there is also a The good name of "Little Blacksmith". "

Gang Ji looked at them one by one, and nodded hurriedly in salute.He didn't know the fame of Odeno Taikoyo of the Miike School and Yamabuku Kunihiro of the Horikawa School. He racked his brains to recall some bits and pieces of memories only when the Japanese issue mentioned the same name as the traditional Japanese Noh "Kogage". He and his mother saw this Noh play at a temple fair, and it seemed to be a story about a well-known swordsmith asking Inari Myojin to forge a sword... It was a long time ago when I was a child, and I can’t remember it clearly.

However, when Tsunayoshi looked away from Mr. Odeno Tai Mitsuyo and Mr. Yamabuku Kunihiro, who also had Moribai sharp bone spurs on their bodies, who were slightly different from those of Mr. Japan, wrapped around their arms, and had two small horns on their heads. , when he threw it on the little fox pill who was sitting cross-legged on a stone next to him, he couldn't help but gasped for a moment.

The Taidao of the Three Swords School, Xiaohumaru is just like its name, the two tufts of raised hair on the head resemble the pointed and cute ears of a fox, but that is just a resemblance. What really surprised Tsunayoshi is the growth behind him. A fluffy fox tail.The crimson pupils lingered in this coquettish and ominous atmosphere, and when they collided with Gangji's eyes, there was a cold light of a beast biting people's aggression.

[Really, a real fox demon! ]

Unlike Honosuke, who claims to be an ornamental shikigami, this Mr. Kokomaru is extremely aggressive, and the fierceness in his blood-colored eyes is even more fierce than the Chihuahua Qixi that Tsuna Kichi often encounters on the way to school. terrible.The young God Judge gave up for almost a second, couldn't help shaking, and didn't dare to look at the Taidao opposite him again.

[Wow, it's so scary...]