Penguin Style Cub Breeding Diary

[Confession?Explain what? 】

[Of course it is to explain how to make a cub (dog head). 】

【Not to mention anything else, he has always been able to make up his mind. 】

【What?Can a cub be obtained by human experiments?The old mother was ecstatic. 】

【Brother Gou is also ecstatic (hey). 】

"...You fucking...have your brain blocked by baseball, haven't you?"

Even Hayato was choked up by his colleague's brain circuit which was different from ordinary people.

He raised his eyes and looked at his friend who was always out of tune. Although he knew that the other party was more or less nonsensical, he didn't expect that he would still be like this in this kind of matter...

Tsk, idiot.

He stared at the indifferent and disdainful face, and rubbed his young leader's cheek.

——If Judaime hadn’t chosen such a guy, hmph.

And having been with him for many years, Yamamoto also experienced something from the expression and movements of the prison temple—or rather, when he raised his hand to confirm whether the child was real, he already had some guesses in his heart.

How much he didn't say anything in his heart, another expression that was different from that of the prison temple, but still incomprehensible to Tsuna, appeared on his face.

"Hey, baseball bastard." Yuji made a dark voice, and Yamamoto came back to his senses, and found that he was being watched by a pair of warm and clear brown pupils.

It was an endless sky.

He was absent-minded for a while, and the sadness on his face turned into a smile.

"Are you hungry?" He took out a grape-flavored candy from his bag, "Come on, eat first, I have something to talk to Guiji later."

Tsuna accepted the candy.

Half of his little paw was covered by the cuff, he thought about it, raised his head and asked.

"Is this [bribery]?"

Yamamoto, who was taking out his knife to open the door under the illusion, paused, the knife in his hand raised and lowered, and the blue flames all over the sky turned into rain and fog.

Ah, calm down a little.

So he raised a hearty smile and turned his head to smile at his young best friend.

"Yes."

……

……

The big Yamamoto and the big prison temple seem to be saying something weird.

Gangji took the "bribe", and after they finished discussing, he stretched out his paw consciously and was hugged by the prison temple.

He consciously adjusted his position and found a comfortable position.

——But this is not very effective, because this big prison temple seems to be a little thin, and the flesh is also hard, no matter how you change the position, it will be diaphragmatic.

Seeing this, Yamamoto tried to catch him, but was stopped outside by a vicious dog who was particularly protective of his master.

Prison Temple: Toothless.jpg

The black-haired young man scratched his head in a good temper and followed behind them, but Tsuna knew that the other party's eyes never left him.

Gangji scratched his head.

"Did Kiyodera-kun and Yamamoto-kun quarrel?" he asked in a low voice.

But in such an environment, there is no difference between speaking in such a low voice and speaking loudly.What's more, no matter who it is, most of the attention is focused on the young leader.

Prison Temple has been asked similar questions many times, and it stands to reason that the answer should be very skillful.

He tightened his arms, trying to calm his mind.

"No, it's just little things."

It's like the small prison temple that fought with Bell and turned back to deal with Tsunayoshi.

The cub who saw everything puffed up his cheeks.

"You can't lie." He hummed.

Prison Temple Hayato was speechless.

He lowered his head in pain, and said "I'm sorry" very sincerely.

On the contrary, this made Gangji uncomfortable all over.

He held back the strangeness all over his body, and frowned carefully to look at the prison temple.

The situation was so strange just now that I didn't look carefully.Getting closer like this, Tsuna noticed that something was wrong with the other party.

In Gangji's memory, Cub Prison Temple was still the beloved young master of the Andra family.In appearance, he has the inheritance from the beautiful pianist mother, and in spirit he is alive and kicking (?) every day. He is a brave dog who is not afraid of difficulties.

But look at this grown-up version of the Great Prison Temple?

From the moment they met, the silver-haired young man only had the joy when he first looked at each other, but later he looked sad. After meeting Yamamoto and quarreling with each other, he became more energetic.

But he was still not happy, the soul that belonged to the prison temple was shrouded in dark clouds at a time that Gang Ji didn't know, and even with the black eyes under his eyes and the strong smell of cigarettes between his fingers, Gang Ji felt Extremely uncomfortable.

He sighed mournfully.

This made Yuji Hayato feel like an enemy.

"Judaime? Do you have any discomfort?!"

Gangji gave him a sad look, causing the head of the jail to shake his head greatly.

Then sighed again.

"Oh, Lord Prison has grown up," he said sadly.

【puff. 】

【Zai Zai: I can't help my father(?)】

Hayato was silent for a while, but apologized very sincerely.

"Sorry, Judaime, I'm too big."

【2333 This is also very cute. 】

[Laughing to death, why can I apologize for this, wake up, Brother Gou! 】

Gangji gave him a strange look.

"Why does Prison Lord apologize for this?" He said very puzzled, "Prison Temple Lord can't control his size, and you are already a...year-old...?"

Yamamoto, who was following behind, opened his mouth in a timely manner.

"24 is old."

"Oh yes, you are already a 24-year-old adult, shouldn't you grow up?"

The indifferent Vongola Tenth Guardian of Lan panicked for a moment.

"No, that's not what I meant."

Gangji nodded.

"But Prison Master, although you have grown up, in Tsuna's eyes, you are still a child." Tsuna continued.

Hayato Gokuji blinked, looking a little dazed.

Tsuna hugged his big head and tried to straighten his body so that he could bury the opponent's head on his body.

Then sighed again.

The prison temple Hayato was suddenly pulled into his arms by the cub.

The leader in his hand was different from the one he was familiar with in his memory, and even different from the earlier ten generations that he cherished in his memory.

He is young and immature, and has not even started to grow, like a young flower bud in a greenhouse.

This made Yuji Hayato feel overwhelmed, he couldn't even breathe lightly, for fear that he would suffer any damage when moving the flower bone.

However, Huaguduo doesn't seem to be able to understand his deep meaning.

Tsuna Kichi hugged the prison temple's big head like a dog hook, and patted it earnestly.

"What I mean is that even though Prison Master has become bigger, if you want to act like a baby, Tsuna Kichi is still welcome." He muttered, in order to take care of Prison's face, he controlled the volume of his voice very thoughtfully, "Whether you're acting like a baby or crying, Gangji is waiting for you with open arms."

Alas, Tsuna Ji is really good, he can use such advanced vocabulary as "open arms".

He thought happily.

However, the joys and sorrows of human beings are not connected, and Hayato's expression went blank for a moment.

He was clearly on his way back to the base, and he hadn't figured out why the young Judaimu appeared in his... graveyard, but he was caught by this little Judaimu who, although shrunk a little, was warm and didn't cool down at all. Soothed.

It is impossible to cry.

If he didn't realize that it had been more than 5 minutes since he recovered, he could even take out his folder with his backhand. Please go back to the past Judaime and get ready.

Uh... Even Judaime 20 years ago, it should be ready.

The eyes of the guardian of the mist suddenly drifted away for a moment.

Yamamoto, who was standing behind, stepped up in good time.

"Hahahaha, so the prison temple was about to cry just now?" He brushed his pupils with a laugh, and looked at his friend who rarely showed this expression with a smile, "So that's it, that's it, I just said Things are not right in Prison Temple recently."

He thought for a while, shrugged, and continued sympathetically: "Well, if you want to cry, you can come to me too, hahahaha."

Prison Temple Hayato glared at him.

"Shut up, idiot."

[I love vicious dogs who only act as obedient dogs in front of their masters. 】

[Isn't this a problem with Yamamoto? 】

[What's wrong with us Yamamoto?

Zai Zai: You can cry, Prison Temple Lord; Prison Temple: Huh

Yamamoto: Prison-kun can cry and cry; Prison: Shut up. 】

【A discerning person can see that it's Brother Gou's problem (Goutou). 】

The tense atmosphere around the conversation finally softened a lot.

Because of being a door card, Yamamoto simply walked in front of the two of them, turning around from time to time to introduce this underground base to the cub.

After getting the cub's shining eyes after the introduction, he paused and added.

"By the way, this place was designed by the future Tsuna."

Tsuna gave a timely "wow" admiration.

After learning that it was designed by himself, he looked left and right, and finally made a sound of satisfaction.

"You really deserve to be Gangji." The cub happily patted his belly, and praised himself without shame, "It's amazing!"

Takeshi Yamamoto laughed out loud, and Hayato Gudera, not to be outdone, also praised him.

The haze that lingered on the faces of the two of them for many days finally dissipated a lot because of the arrival of Gangji, and when they formally entered the main body of the base, a teenager in a knitted vest stepped forward with tears in his eyes, facing the prisoner The cub on the temple looked up and down.

"Could it be... Brother A Gang?"

Takeshi Yamamoto scratched his head with a smile, and Hayato Gudera snorted and looked to the side, ready to respond.

He heard the other party take a big breath.

"Could it be Brother A Gang's child??!"

"Cough cough cough cough."

"Ahahahahaha Fengtai, you can think about it hahahaha."

The reaction of the two brothers gave Feng Tai a negative answer.

Feng Tai, who has already put on a gratified and loving expression and is ready to hug the child (?) who is suspected to be A Gang's wandering outside, looks hesitant, looking at the child version of A Gang who is looking at him curiously, countless guesses flashed in his mind.

At this time, Tsunayoshi moved, and Hayato, who was holding him, immediately lowered his head nervously.

Feng Tai, who has been with his brothers for ten years, accurately captures the expression of the prison temple.

Even if it is a child of Ganga-san, he might not get such treatment from Hayato-san, he is nervous and caring, it seems like he has obtained a treasure... Wait, isn't Hayato-san's treasure the same as Ganga-kun!

Fengta understood everything at this moment.

He turned his head sadly and asked Yamamoto.

"Brother Awu, do you know about this?"

Takeshi Yamamoto didn't know what he was asking, but he could guess it, so he laughed twice.

"Actually, I only found out when I went out to pick up Prison Temple just now." He replied.

This answer matched Feng Tai's conjecture, the young man's expression was blank for a moment, and then turned into a painful expression of "I didn't expect you to be like this".

Yamamoto:?

The ignorant Jianhao Pengo Lie laughed twice, and tolerantly accepted the condemnation from his companions.

Although I don't know what Feng Tai is condemning hahahahaha.

Feng Tai turned his head, and carefully and cherishingly looked at Gangji who was sizing him up carefully and cherishingly.

The boy who was not yet mentally prepared almost jumped up.

But his good upbringing stopped him.

Feng Tai, who has become a reliable intelligence officer, looked down at his brother A Gang, and suddenly choked up.

Even if it's Hayato-san...'s Gang-san...

He couldn't help sniffing, and called out "Brother A Gang" to the wide-eyed cub.

Brother Xidang, the cub around the prison temple's neck, was quite a novel experience, so he agreed happily.

Then he looked at the prison temple hesitantly.

"Who are you?" After confirming that this big brother should be as important to him as the prison temples, Tsuna opened his eyes and looked at him curiously.

Probably realizing that his words were hurtful, the cub paused and patched himself up.

"Gang, Gangji have no other intentions, just want to get to know big brother."

Feng Tai felt joy and sorrow mixed in his heart, trying to show a smile.

"Well, I know." He said, looking at the little A-Gang with complicated and gentle eyes, "It's just that I haven't seen A-Gang who is shorter than me for a long time... Hey, I haven't seen such a small Where is Brother Aang?"

Gangji widened his eyes.

To say that Tsuna Ji is short...Damn it, although it is true, don't say it!

[2333 We gang cubs can't hear such words. 】

[Ah, this is the younger brother of the future Gangzai?Also a good boy. 】

[Of course, he is our younger brother after all... But since he is a younger brother, is it Nana's mother's next child?Pretty much the same hair color. 】

【Is your name Sawada Futa?It sounds pretty good. 】

【Huh? Hasn't papa already become a portrait?Did you set up a photo frame when you ate last time? 】

[Maybe it's a remarriage?It seems that Zai Zai and his new family are also getting along well. 】

[Maybe the new father is Hawthorn (Maybe the devil whispers). 】

[? ? ? ?What a seniority! 】

[No, Hawthorn is not a brother or an uncle——]

[Grass, big grass. 】

A group of people chattered and discussed.

And here, with the gurgling sound of Tsuna's stomach, the group of people also moved to the restaurant.

Yamamoto, who had already rolled up his sleeves, decided to show off his skills after a long absence. After putting Tsunayoshi on the stool and seeing that he was adapting well, Futa pulled Gyoji out of the house with a sad expression.

The two of them stood at the corner of the door, where you could see the self-satisfied Gang Cub, and the man who turned into an indifferent cool guy after leaving the leader, took out a cigarette casually, looked at the back of the little leader, After thinking about it, it never ignited.

"What's the matter?" He said indifferently.

Little did he know that Feng Tai let out a breath after seeing him like this.

——Probably to set a good example in front of the children just now, Kuge Yuji Hayato directly turned into a sweetheart (?), speaking softly so that Feng, who had long been accustomed to this person's double standards, was too scared.

Feng Tai followed and looked at Tsunaki, and smiled unconsciously.

"Brother Hayato..." His fingers twitched together uneasily, "Although it seems that I shouldn't be the one to say this...but you...does Mama Nana know about Brother Agang?"

Holding the cigarette between his fingers, Guji Hayato glanced at Feng Tai indifferently.

"No trace of Lord Nana has been found yet."

The implication is naturally not knowing about it.

Feng Tai's expression became even more strange.

"Then...does Mr. Mu know?"

Although among the elder brothers, he was not very familiar with the elusive Mist Guardian, but because he got along well with Kurom, Fengta also called Mr. Mukuro.

Hayato's expression became irritable and strange.

"How does that canned pineapple know about me?"

Feng looked at him in surprise.

"But this case is different," he argued.

Prisoner Hayato also frowned.

"What's the difference? That guy just yells like crazy every day, Judaime has nothing to do with him."

Oh no, it actually does matter.

However, the great right-hand man of Judaime, Mr. Hayato Gokudera, has always been unwilling to admit that the canned pineapple has any relationship with the Judaime he respects other than his subordinates.

If possible, he even hopes that there is no such relationship.

Feng Tai's expression became more and more surprised.

"But, but." His tone was a little flustered, "Mr. Mu hates the thing that people do human experiments, let alone on Brother A Gang...Have you thought about how to explain to him?"

What?Who should I explain to?

Does Hayato, other prison temple, have someone other than Judaimu explain?

After the subconscious rebuttal, the prison temple finally grasped the key point.

"Huh?? Human experiments???"

Is Futa's head blocked by baseball like that baseball idiot? ? ?

Feng is too rare to stare back without fear of power.

"Isn't it? In addition to Mr. Mukuro, there are Reborn-sama and other guardians... Hayato-sama, have you figured out how to explain to them?"

He was also a little angry while talking. After being briefly overwhelmed by the ecstasy of seeing the little A-Gang, Feng Tai quickly understood that the little A-Gang in front of him must have been used by the prison temple. It was obtained by means.

Forgive him for not being able to think of other possibilities for a while, but seeing the reaction of Prison Temple... the possibility suddenly became bigger! !

The child who was loved by the Judaime looked at him with such perverted eyes, even Gokuji Hayato couldn't help being a little speechless.

He said something in native Italian slang and covered his face with his hands.

"No, he is not, human experimentation, artificial cultivation, nothing." He said word by word, "He is Judaimu himself."

"He's Judaime from 20 years ago—that's all."

……

【What did Brother Gou and Brother Fengtai say just now? I'm so curious. 】

[Curiosity +1, I saw Fengtai's brother's expression from sad to shocked, and when he came back, it seemed that his soul was taken away by a dementor, so I was very curious. 】

【Brother Gou also had a puzzled expression. When he just passed by, he grabbed and pulled at Brother Ku, but in the end he was able to break the defense. 】

【Let's just say, Gougou, who is super cute without his master, is really pretty. (Super cool dog brother.jpg)]

[But once the goose returned to Zai Zai, it became our little hero Gouge. (Feed the cubs with a smile on his face, Brother Gou.jpg)]

[Brother Gou's expression when he was feeding the cub made me suspect that he was being pierced by my soul. 】

[I was seen through by you, it was actually me (x)

Tsunayoshi tried hard to chew the sushi in his mouth.

As soon as he swallowed one, Kikuji, who kept smiling, came up to feed the next one. If he wanted to drink miso soup, he turned to the other side, and Yamamoto's spoon would be delivered to his mouth in due course.

On the stove in front of him was Futa who heard that he liked small cakes, so he took over from Yamamoto and started making cakes. From time to time, he would turn around and ask him what flavor or ingredients he wanted.

A winner in life is nothing more than that.

"It looks really good."

Just when Gang Ji was obsessed with the feeding of his left and right hands, a voice suddenly came from beside him.

He raised his head and saw a little brother on the side at some point.

He may look older than Gangji, about seven or eight years old, wearing a very mature black suit, but it is not obtrusive, unlike ordinary children who steal adult clothes.

The black polite button was on his head, covering the boy's hairstyle, but there were two distinctive curly sideburns exposed, which added a bit of childishness to him.

With one hand, he got on the seat which was a bit high for a child, sat beside Tsunayoshi, and greeted him politely.

"chaos."

This is what the Italians use to say hello.

Gang Ji was already very familiar with it, quickly swallowed the food in his mouth, and replied curiously.

He said, "Can I share your lunch?"

Tsuna blinked, looked at Yamamoto first and nodded after seeing that the other party had no objection.

"Of course." He even pushed the plate in front of him towards the other side, "Gangji thinks this is the most delicious."

After a pause, he hurriedly made a patch.

"Of course, the other sushi made by Yamamoto-kun are also delicious!"

The boy responded very gentlemanly, squeezed one, and gave a timely compliment.

The expressions of the two people sitting next to Gangji became a little strange.

Prison Temple frowned even more, hesitant to speak.

Gangji watched eagerly as he ate well, and blinked.

"I, I'm Tsuna, who are you?" He asked.

Under normal circumstances, gang cubs who are gradually transforming into social cows will still be cautious for a while in front of strangers.

However, for some reason, looking at the little brother in front of him, he felt no tension or restraint in his heart, but a faint anticipation and intimacy.

The boy on the side raised the corners of his mouth and smiled.

"Me?" He said softly, with a meaning that made the cub unable to speak clearly, and at first glance there was only a mysterious smile on his lips, "I'm Reborn, um, it looks like you know me? "

Tsunade blinked obediently.

"Of course," he said happily. "It's nice to meet you, Reborn!"

Reborn: "Huh?"

He took the sterilized handkerchief handed over by Feng Tai and wiped his hands, looking up with a familiar pressure.

The intuition of the little animal made Gang Ji shrink his neck, paused, and changed his words quickly.

Deep underground, where the sun does not shine and the wind does not blow, suddenly there is a weak but gentle sunlight.

The cub frowned and said, "I mean, it's nice to see you now, Teacher Reborn."