All my brothers are from another world

Gangji tugged at his clothes.

There was a bit of doubt and fear on his face.

Gang Ji didn't know where he was going now, the child looked around.

This is the first time Tsuna has seen a place similar to a store after coming here.

In this way, Mr. Vizier has been maintaining this position with the child.

There were very few people around, and occasionally a few servants passed by.But they all lowered their heads respectfully, and walked past Mr. Visier silently, as quietly as a wooden man.

The man opened the store door.

"Welcome - Mr. Vizier."

The shopkeeper behind the curtain came out.

This is an old gentleman who looks to be five or sixty years old.His hair is half gray, and he wears a pair of broken presbyopic glasses on his face.

But the suit and leather shoes on his body were cleaned meticulously and neatly.It seems like someone who is going to go to the party at any time.

When people saw him, they might think of the down-and-out old gentleman reading the newspaper by the side of the road.

"Are you here to order a new suit?" the store manager asked.His eyes unconsciously glanced at the child in the man's arms.

"Mr. Bergen. Good day." Vizier smiled slightly, he put Gangji on the ground, and Gangji's clothes were dragged to the ground, Vizier's hand was gently placed on the top of the child's fluffy soft head:

"Instead of a suit, order three sets of ordinary clothes for this child."

"This is really rare." Bergen said, looking at the boy in front of him.

"Sir, you, hello." Gang Ji greeted the stranger somewhat hesitantly.

"Hello, Mr. Xiao." The store manager smiled, and he asked, "What kind of clothes do you like?"

Gang Ji was stunned, and he subconsciously looked at Visil.The man just smiled calmly: "Just pick it yourself."

The store manager, Bergen, handed Tsunayoshi a collection of heavy clothing samples.But Gang Ji didn't feel happy. He glanced at the suit above and felt it was hot.

He anxiously tugged Mr. Vizier lightly.The man lowered his head and saw a pair of watery and frightened eyes looking at him.

"Mr. Vizier...well, I," Tsuna pursed his lips, his face flushed with shame, "I don't have any money..."

Gang Ji is penniless now, and being able to have a place to live is not bad for him now.

Although he has only seen it on TV dramas, this kind of private order must be very expensive.

The store manager Bergen took out a glasses cloth and wiped his presbyopic glasses.He looked at the child in front of him strangely, was it a child from outside?I was skeptical at the beginning, but now looking at the other party's performance, it really is.

Visil was also a little surprised.He looked at Gangji with a smile and said, "No, you don't need to think so much."

He said directly to the shop manager, "Shop Manager, you should choose."

There was a bit of undeniable strength in Visil's tone.Gang Ji originally wanted to continue to say a few more words, but he opened his mouth and closed it.

Bergen nodded. The old tailor had a good eye. He didn't have much time to think, and quickly selected a few pieces for Gangji.

The preference is for student-style clothes, a shirt with a vest, a warm-colored hoodie, and a T-shirt.Basically everything is casual.

The old tailor put his hand on the ruler, picked up a piece of cloth, and the scissors in his hand began to cut up and down as if they had self-awareness.

Some of the parts cut by the small silver scissors were broken, and some were re-sewed like the tightest one, as if they were not broken at all.

The old tailor was working, his movements were clean and smooth, Gang Ji glanced at it, and then couldn't help staring at the silver scissors in the opponent's hand.

The pale white breath wrapped around the pair of scissors, and at the same time connected to the old tailor.

Bergen passed the clothes to the child in front of him.

The warm-colored pupils of the brown-haired child raised slightly, but what he was looking at was not the tailor.

Bergen followed his line of sight with some doubts, and looked to his side.

Nothing at all.

——Except for the thought of floating in the air.

Gang Ji finally couldn't hold back his curiosity. After coming here, Gang Ji has seen it many times.

"Mr. Bergen... May I know that you are a legendary superpower?" The brown-haired boy's eyes sparkled.

There was a bit of excitement in his tone:

"Your scissors really look so powerful!" Bergen paused.

He looked at the man next to him.

Visil's hand lightly pressed on the boy's shoulder.

……

Gang Ji didn't know if he said something wrong.

He was wearing new clothes, and he finally didn't have to let the black suit pants drag under his heels. On the way back, Mr. Vizier didn't hold him.

However, it seemed that after he asked that question, Mr. Vizier became a little silent.

There was a dead silence in the air.

"Tsuna Yoshi..." Vizier made a gesture like flicking the dust off his body.

He turned around, and a gentle smile appeared on the man's face.

"Do you want to know what that is?" His voice was low and soft.

"Let me teach you."

-

The completion of a painting.

First, ideate.

What kind of picture do you want to draw?

Vizier liked warm and warm colors.

It's like the occasional "crackling" wood burning sound from the stove in winter, or the warm and soft light in spring.

It is a back street full of brilliant gold and the fragrance of tulips in the afternoon. From time to time, you can hear the joyful laughter of children when they are playing.

He likes these many scenes, which can make him feel the vitality and warmth, and the brilliant and brilliant colors.

I have to say another child, Ryan's appearance, hair color and eye color are completely in line with his aesthetics.Beautiful and delicate, with a slender figure, just like a beautiful porcelain doll.

Visil kept him, but didn't give Ryan too much attention.

Because something is missing.

The man's hands were covered with scarlet paint.Apply it on the child's immature cheeks, go down and draw it directly to the throat.

He felt the warm skin under his hands.

Under the soft skin, the pulse is beating with vitality and longing for life.

angry.

so alive.naive.

Like a burning, but harmless flame.

The power of thought is like a layer of water, pouring out continuously, soaking up the entire studio.

The small room is full of it.

The feeling of suffocation, the feeling of fear, death.

It's terrible, it's terrible, it's terrible.

Want, want to ask for help.

Tsuna, who was emanating from the center of the reading, wrinkled the clothes he had just ordered.

He lowered his head, gulping for oxygen, his heart was beating continuously, and even more violently, he was clutching his chest, as if his heart was about to jump out.

He looked at Vizier with gentle, even loving eyes looking at himself.

"Help...help me..." Gang Ji stretched out his hand, his legs were limp on the ground at this moment, and he grasped the man's trouser legs weakly.

"Help me...please..."

"Gangji, your life force is leaking." Visil looked at him tenderly: "Take them back."

"If you don't take it back, you will probably die."

The brown-haired boy opened his eyes wide in horror.

Vizier lowered his head gently, and almost couldn't restrain himself from touching the other person's eyes lightly.

Hot tears rushed out of the eyes.

He gently squeezed it with his fingertips.

Warm touch.

There was even a smile on Visil's face.

"I don't want to see you die," the man said.

"But the way you look now makes me feel alive again."

"At this very moment." Vizier said almost with a sigh: "It seems worthwhile for you to die." His tone reveals a kind of sick satisfaction that makes people chill.

"Gangji."

The pupils of the brown-haired child suddenly shrank.

i will die

He paused.

The brown-haired boy raised his head and stared blankly at the painter.

Am I going to die?

But, but I haven't gone home yet, and I haven't seen Nana's mother.

I haven't watched the latest animation yet. I want to make friends, but I haven't made friends yet.

I still want to, still want to grow up.

I also want to grow up and be a giant robot.Always, always protect mom.Let mom not worry about me.

He wants to be useful

Is it because he is so useless?Is it because of wishing too much?Is it because he is too stupid?But, but, Gang Ji's tears fell uninterruptedly.

But, even so... he still doesn't want to die

Tsuna let go of the man's hand.He covered his face.Red paint slid down his neck.

Like bright red blood, gorgeous flowers burst out on the ground.

"I still... don't want to die," the cub let out a mournful cry.