[Comprehensive] After leaving Yokohama, I joined Xiongying

After a long time, Itachi didn't know what he was thinking at that time.

In a different world where the situation is still unclear, and for some reason, he has become the form of a soul body, but he is walking behind a boy of unknown origin.

The boy named Sasuke followed his companion, who seemed to be coming from the other side of the mountain.

Itachi keenly asked about the smell of blood coming from there, but he didn't know what it was.

He just followed the young man five meters away, because no one could see him at this time, as if he was fascinated by ghosts.

Occasionally, the boy would cast his eyes suspiciously at the area where he was, lingering at his side, but frowned his slender eyebrows because no one was there.

So cute.

Such an idea subconsciously emerged in my heart.

He followed the young man through the mountains and forests to a place like an exchange for people. Seeing the young man coldly accepting new tasks, he rushed to the next destination without stopping. Level the nests one by one, and then continue to the next one without blinking.

I don't know to stop, I don't want to stop.

When the familiar suction came, the young man was standing on the hill made of corpses, with the sword in his hand spinning, and under a beam of wonderful light, it seemed that he was the only one in the world.

The friend beside him muttered and asked him why he oppressed him so much, but the always proud young man didn't answer as expected.

Itachi wanted to hear that answer for a moment, but felt a little scared in his heart for no reason.

But all of this has nothing to do with him, the black cat in his arms kept meowing, and he stroked its fur casually to comfort him.

"Be good, Sasuke."

The prying eyes finally disappeared from Sasuke's perception.He lowered his head, hearing the sand sculpture-like inquiries of his noisy friends.

why so desperately

Reluctantly, Sasuke looked towards the direction where the last naked gaze came from.

"...Itachi..."

"Ha Sasuke, do you want to eat weasels?"

"Weasel?"

San Riyue lowered her eyebrows and lowered her eyes while holding the tea, just by hearing the tone, she could imagine the strange expression of the lord who was brought up by her own hands, and her face was almost wrinkled.

Don't say she understands people's hearts but brought up her own cub, don't say such an obviously weird tone, even San Riyue, who knows what she is going to do with a glance, can naturally hear that there must be something strange after this.

But Fu Sangshen, who had already implemented a stocking policy for the master with sufficient judgment, just lowered his head and held the tea, waiting for the grown-up master to make his own decision.

"Anything weird?"

"Ha, haha," the female judge smiled and scratched her head, with a look of guilty conscience, "I was just thinking that this name is exactly the same as the name I dreamed of giving my child."

"This is really a joke," Fu Sangshen said without mercy, "As Yamaba Kiritou said, that young master is the lord's child."

"Ha, hahaha," the woman who scratched her long hair into a chicken coop indiscriminately laughed and laughed, and then exhaled calmly when she saw that the elders didn't mean to ask further questions.

"I just don't know if that kid has a younger brother named Sasuke..."

"Did the lord say something?"

"No nothing! By the way, today's moon is really big and round, hahahaha."

"...My lord's skill in changing the subject is really comparable to that of Yamaba Kiritou."

"What?! Are you insulting your lord?!"

The old man who put down his teacup covered his mouth with his sleeve: "No, I mean, the lord is so cute :)"

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Itachi saw a familiar ceiling when he woke up.

What happened behind the name Sasuke in the form of a soul body is like a dream, except for the memory of the people who followed him like a moron through the mountains and forests and through the streams to kill him, nothing can confirm those Is it true.

But is the memory real?

He thought calmly, staring at the baroque decoration on the ceiling and fell into a void.

What pulled this sage time out of Itachi was the sound of the door opening.

He turned his head and looked over, and Coulom was standing by the door holding a plate.

"Ah, Are Were-kun awake?" The beautiful eyes that were left outside blinked, revealing a hint of joy.

Itachi suddenly thought of a friend who also only showed his right eye, and a big sentence "If you don't need your left eye, you can donate it to someone in need" flashed through your mind.

Oops.The boy who reacted very quickly coughed several times in embarrassment, and shook his hands in a panic when he was asked by the woman.

——But this just proved that the two teenagers named Sasuke and Suigetsu were not dreams. After all, even his thinking was affected by the teenager who talked too much and was a part-time job rant.

But this means that in a certain world, there is indeed a boy named "Sasuke".

Thinking of this, the young Itachi stopped breathing for a moment, and hurriedly expressed that he was okay under Coulom's friendly inquiry.

Taking advantage of the woman who said she was going to cook for herself and go out humming a song, Itachi tugged at the clothes near her chest, feeling a warmth flow over her for a long time.

However, whether that warmth was due to the care of those close to him or the confirmation of a certain existence, Itachi never could tell even after a long time.

Back to Vengley's life returned to its original track after a ten-day rest period.

Rather, the teenagers who are said to be very prosperous in China and who came to Collom to seek advice from a certain Yiping who did not want to be named are full of yearning for returning to a normal life.

"Hmph, I didn't expect you to miss me so much," Mr. Baby, who claimed to have mind reading skills, descended from above, holding an unchanging black coffee in his hand, and the mellow aroma of top-quality coffee could be smelled from a long distance away.

Of course, compared to bitter coffee, Itachi still prefers all kinds of dessert drinks.

He greeted Reborn politely and nodded, and asked the other party's purpose of appearing here in a friendly manner.

"Well, didn't Mr. Yamabukiri resign from his job as your swordsmanship teacher?" Mr. Killer said indifferently, "So I decided to cut the time of the original swordsmanship class in half and add firearms classes."

Speaking of this, he pressed his hat and showed a cute smile that could be equated with a devil in the eyes of Judaimu, who had been backlogged by a lot of work because he paid too much attention to the space-time tunnel problem.

Itachi, who still didn't know the meaning of the smile, shuddered helplessly, and attributed it to the fact that Coulom, who was still squatting in the kitchen, was planning some big move.

"Or to put it another way," Mr. Killer jumped off his special mechanism, skillfully jumping into the boy's prepared palm.

"Perhaps you need a governess?"

Speaking of Reborn, although he has countless experiences as a killer, but as a tutor, this guy has only two real experiences.

His only two disciples, one has become the leader of the Gabrielone family with a deep foundation in the mafia, and the other has transformed from an ordinary middle school student to the leader of the largest Italian mafia, Vongola, and is now the godfather of the entire mafia world.

It therefore does not hold water to say that he was not a mature governess.

But not to mention his qualifications as a tutor, just the weight of the two disciples he brought out is enough to prove the weight of this question whether a tutor is needed.

Itachi just tilted his head, and the black cat under his feet meowed and scratched his trousers, as if complaining that someone took away his exclusive position.

"I thought you were already my teacher."

At last he replied.

Reborn, who seemed to have expected it, snorted.

Although this sentence sounds like there is no problem, it is a real rejection.

He was talking about becoming Uchiha Itachi's tutor. Once Itachi agrees, all the teachers who are teaching him now will stop and be replaced by the world-renowned Ribo Enribo Lin Baobao with a higher status.But the other party subtly changed the topic and brought it to the ordinary teacher-student relationship.

This is not something that cannot be said. After all, Uchiha Itachi’s practice plan for the past three years was formulated by him alone—although most of them refer to the study plan of a certain Gabriel Tendaimu and a certain Vongola Tendaimu. But even Reborn has to admit that this kid's talent is better than his two unscrupulous disciples at 01:30.But a disciple is always his own disciple, and a student is always just a student.

Besides, in the realm of the Mafia, in some ways those two idiots could still compete with this gifted kid.

It's just that if two leaders of the Judaimu know that they are being compared by their tutors like this, maybe they will cry again.

Many thoughts flashed through his mind, but Reborn just smiled on his face and didn't care about it, as if he asked if he would eat noodles tonight and quickly dropped the topic.

"In this case, do you want to consider the invitation letter from your homeland?"

Taking out a black invitation letter from the pocket like Doraemon's treasure bag, the conspicuous "Yoei High School" jumped into Itachi's sight.

Hero...

Itachi knew about this school. In the Yokohama [outside] world, this school was almost the best school in the world of heroes, and it was also a base for creating and cultivating heroes.

But now he didn't have that intention, so the short and polite invitation was received in the corner of the desk after reading it.

Until one day, Itachi, who was on a mission with Varian, met a famous Mr. Hero.

"All Might...?"

He hesitated to read the name of the blond man in his memory.

Unlike the robust young man in his memory, All Might was wearing a suit and standing on the passenger plane that Varian took care of. Not only was he not heroic and burly, but he was even a little thin.

"Yeah, it's you," the blond man squinted, and only recalled it for a few seconds. Before that, he had habitually smiled, "I'm sorry I didn't wait until you woke up before leaving."

Of course All Might did not come to Italy for pleasure.

In fact, as a symbol of a country and a society, while possessing great power and popularity, he also bears a lot of pressure.

The wishes of the people are one thing, the limitations of his own sphere of action are quite another.

In any case, no government will be willing to let the symbols of its own country's society go to other countries.

What if someone plotted against you?

What if you are instigated?

What if he is too happy to leave?

What will happen to the order of the country during this period of time when this person is lost?

All kinds of problems are entangled and derived, forming invisible shackles on the powerful.

All Might is one such symbol of bondage.

But judging by Itachi's eyes, this burly man might be... quite happy to be restrained like this.

At least for now, this hero is really happy because he is trusted and relied on to protect others.

"Oh, young man Itachi, why don't you eat this ice cream," the man who knew nothing about his mental activities reminded him with a smile, his eyes were as kind as the old grandpa who was caught on the road.

Wait, wait, you're already a grandfather, right? Then don't show that kind smile? !

The leader of Peng Geli's guardian team who was caught by the leader who was going to attend the meeting and sat in a row to eat ice cream showed a blank and complicated look for a moment, which made All Might feel a little nervous, and turned the topic to Itachi more vigorously. body transfer.

Peng Lie really lived up to his reputation, did he know that the purpose of my coming here was for the technology of the box after only getting along with him for less than a day? !

——That's right, in today's flood of personalities, Italian specialty boxes that can store people's [personality] to a certain extent have long been envied by countries.

The Italian officials or the Mafia are naturally not stupid. Instead of holding on to this kind of technology that will spread sooner or later, it is better to take the initiative to trade with all parties, so that at least they can get back their money.

Although we often refer to the return of capital in this sense as a million profits.

And All Might was able to come to Italy with the group to a certain extent because of this.

Of course, Mr. Hero came out to take a vacation, which means more.

When All Might was thinking wildly, he didn't know that the members of Vengley looked at him and began to speculate on his reason for coming based on their experienced experience.

How, what, what to do, his eyes are more kind, can't it be that Mr. Itachi likes our family and wants to take him home to raise himself? !No way, no way? !

"Ha, haha, Italian ice cream really deserves its reputation," the embarrassed man focused on bringing the topic to his field of expertise, "But Japan also has a lot of delicious food, I remember Itachi grew up in Japan? "

Look, look, this guy really has this idea!

The members of Pengo Lie on the side were full of fighting spirit.

"Our ice cream in Italy is indeed well-known," he sat up straight and struck out in a negotiating posture, "but when it comes to food and entertainment, it's not far behind Japan."

What!Is this a declaration of war?Inspired by the vaguely warlike words, a clever man who sat upright spoke calmly, "That said, I think both of you have experienced Japanese customs and habits. What do you think?"

Outside the negotiating field sent by the Japanese government to negotiate with Pengo Li, it seems that an invisible war suddenly broke out between Pengo Lie and Mr. Hero.

"But when it comes to specialty products," Mr. Hero, who consciously found a breakthrough point, turned his head righteously, "If you want to talk about professional specialty products, Italy should be mafia, and Japan should be the hero."

Maybe it was because he said that he felt that his words were inappropriate, All Might added, "Although the existence of both parties is to stabilize the social order, in this regard, both heroes and mafia are common, haha."

What!What does this guy mean!

The members of Pengelie, who were already furious, could hardly bear it anymore, but they didn't expect the other party to add fuel to the fire.

"It's just that we have a better reputation, and naturally more people will join."

"Hmph! Your Excellency, please don't wishful thinking! Even if Itachi-kun's father disagrees with him joining the Mafia! Itachi-kun will not become a hero!"

"Eh? Does the Itachi boy want to be a hero?" All Might, who didn't catch the other party's point at all, said happily, "I just happened to be negotiating with Xiongying about going to the Heroic Academy to teach, maybe I can become Itachi-kun Where is the teacher!"

Weasel:  …

"No...Actually, I'm already" ready to reject Xiongying's admission...

"How?!" Without hearing the voice of the boy with ice cream in his mouth, the burly man stretched out his hand to the boy he had rescued once, and issued the most sincere invitation, "Come and be a hero!"

The author has something to say:

Uncle Ou: In short, you can't lose on the land of other countries!

Gangjun who is negotiating: Ahhh! !

Confused Brother Weasel: ... Meow meow?

Sanming's lord is so cute, please automatically substitute into Miss Huiye's face (hey)

I’m out today so I don’t have a thank you list for now x I’ll obediently make it up tomorrow!In short, let’s start with mine-throwing and grenade-throwing babies!

The cover is ready to be messed with, but the reason is the same as above!Change it tomorrow!

Thanks for watching!

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Ah, I... I made a mistake when I saved the manuscript ＿(:3」∠)＿This is the update on the 18th

Cough cough, and when I copied it last night, there was a missing paragraph, cough cough cough, the added paragraph at the beginning is for everyone 2333