[Comprehensive] Happy Immortal

[Get out. 】

The consciousness of the sleeping slate suddenly awakened. He looked at the top position in the sky and said coldly that he had cut off contact with his host for a long time, which meant that he lost the ability to share, and basically lost the slate of power renewal. It can only maintain its own existence through deep sleep.

The situation of sin song and slate is also the same. When he first heard the news that he lost his beloved, he made a fuss, but then there was no movement. The sin song that exists because of "love" probably It is the loss of motivation to speak and move.

[I also need the help of that adult. 】In the opposite direction, a white light point appeared, and merged into another stone plate that existed like the stone plate and came from a parallel world.

The two huge stone slabs faced each other, and the overflowing abilities collided and fought. The same two things couldn't fight the other. The same attack flashed dazzling light in such an empty space.

The first ray of sunshine in Sicily sprinkled a golden light on the black and gray sea, and before that, the hard-working workers had already started their daily labor.

The black-haired boy sat up slowly, wrapped the blanket around his body, and recalled his previous memories.

Ten years ago, when he parted from Giotto, he fell off the river in Sicily, but came to another even more strange place. It was also in Italy and Sicily, but it was different from the current Sicily. Have you seen any vehicles? He didn't know anything about the clothes he hadn't seen before, and the small glowing boxes occasionally held by passers-by, but he was inexplicably familiar with them.

But time did not give him more opportunities to think. Before he could think about where this sense of familiarity came from, he returned to the older Sicily. Fortunately, he did not Returning to the city where he was wanted, he went to another, more coastal town.

Although the coastal areas are more prosperous, there are not such things as slums. The forces in this area are more complicated. Relatively, the flow of news is unimaginably fast.

What will change in ten years?

For example, he became a prominent figure in the slums. During this period, he learned the Italian language and even English, and his life was more than a little bit better than when he fled ten years ago. However, in these ten years, he did not ask about Giotto. any news.

He went out, and his gentle and soft appearance from the east easily won him the love of the women around him. He accepted the little dessert from the lady who sold the bread, and sat down to the best place to watch the sunrise in the city with breakfast in his arms. , Halfway through, I also received a rose with morning dew from a flower seller.

Today is another day.

【Today is another new day. 】

He turned his head and looked at the IBM who flew out at some time beside him. The scary-looking IBM said the same words as him. No one would hate someone who can have such a high synchronization rate with him. The black-haired boy smiled. A few times, touched the wings behind IBM.

Under the golden sunlight, the boy loved by the Sicilian women laughed loudly, took out the bright red flowers in his pocket, and handed the flowers in his hand, while the big monster that looked rough and frightening used its sharp claws Carefully picked it up.

Ten years later, Haruka walks in the dark, laughs in the sun, has all the beauty that others have, but also has fun and excitement that others don't have. Giotto is the same as him.

Vongola, a new family whose reputation has gradually begun to expand, has successfully transformed from the police force to the mafia/hand/party. The miscellaneous family that accommodates multiple occupations and status is not to be underestimated.

And his founder is a blond man who looks too young, with an eye-catching appearance, and a personality and aura that can attract everyone. Giotto is already a successful person in a certain way.

But now, successful people face a dilemma.

"To Vongola Primo, the Mante family sincerely invites you to the ball. You see, G, we are just going to the ball." The Italian man in the hat read the contents of the beautiful invitation letter, and he comforted himself The friends around him showed their usual gentle smiles.

"Giotto." G took the invitation letter silently, and scanned the content on the invitation letter at a glance.

Is this an invitation?

The red-haired man with tattoos twisted his face for a moment. The invitation letter read out by Giotto was probably simplified to the extreme. What looked like an invitation letter on the outside was actually a letter full of gorgeous rhetoric. --love letter.

The love letter from the earl's daughter of a certain family, the words written on it made the red-haired man who only thought about expanding the family tremble all over.

It's a ball, yes, but it's more like a blind date and forced marriage.

G looked at the leader next to him with some sympathy. In fact, he didn't think that the other party would simply go to this dance party that seemed difficult to "get it done". Giotto, who sent an inexplicable "invitation" to a woman, did not like to attend any ball.

"Is that the reason?" G looked at the terrifying letter in his hand, the corner of his mouth twitched, resisting the urge to tear it up, and after thinking twice, he still put the invitation letter in.

"The actions of the Mante family are a bit strange recently." Giotto nodded, thinking about the information submitted by the members sent out by the family. The things listed above seemed to be the same as usual, but with an inexplicable sense of weirdness, super straightforward The mighty leader thought so, ready to trust his instincts.

"This gathering is just a pretense. That greedy earl won't be satisfied as a city lord."

It would be great if all the city lords and successors of the city lord could be like Lan Bao...

He thought of the eldest son of a certain city lord in his family, who only eats and plays every day. He is lazy and not serious.

"Primo, choose to contact the other party in person when you don't know the purpose of the other party... This is not what a leader should do." Basically, G will not call Giotto "I", unless he is very serious.

He frowned and looked at the gentle Daikong beside him. Daikong, who acts to protect everyone, never hides behind others.

"Giotto, let me..." Every Lanshou is the leader, G suggested.

"G, with that lady here, nothing will happen to me, and my actions will be safer." Giotto, who knew the other party's temperament well, explained.

"but……"

"G." The blond leader will be more silent when he ignites the flame, and his facial features will also appear more impactful, but Giotto in the ordinary state does not lose the demeanor of Ozora.

Loyal Lan Shou knew that no matter how much he tried to persuade him, he could not change Dakong's decision. He frowned even more, simulating possible situations over and over again in his mind, and then thought about how he should solve them in order to ensure Dakong's absolute safety.

Perhaps Lanshou's shortcoming is that he likes to be too horny... Giotto looked at G who grew up with him, and smiled helplessly.

"G, this city is located in the place with the most beautiful sunrise in Sicily, why don't you go and see it?" He sat up straight, and then knocked on the piece of glass closest to the coachman: "Please take us to where we can see the most beautiful Where the sun rises."

Now the sunrise was about to begin, but the driver, who was a local, was not nervous. He controlled the carriage to make a slight turn and walked into the nearest path.

There are many places in this city where you can see the sunrise, but the best place to watch it is not the best place. Although he is a member of Vongola, he is also a local driver. He smiled proudly and took his respected leader with him. That cliff is very close to the town but not easy to find.

But when he approached, he found that there was a black-haired boy on the cliff. The coachman who was going to take the leader to enjoy the sunrise was a little regretful. He stopped and looked at the leader in the car apologetically.

Giotto didn’t mind, though. Although the sunrise alone is good, it’s also a good choice if there are more people. Watching the sunrise with strangers, the Italians who are romantic by nature will not reject this choice.

not to mention……

He looked at the boy's black hair and paused. For some reason, the leader who was particularly fond of black hair only thought that the idea of ​​watching the sunrise with strangers was a better idea.

Probably because their carriage was parked far away, and the sound of the city clock overshadowed the sound of the carriage, so the boy on the cliff did not notice them.

Giotto stepped forward and was about to say hello.

The boy held the beautiful flower and handed it to him. The light of the sunrise covered it with a layer of golden veil. The flower floated in the air for some reason, and the black-haired boy turned his head and laughed. , those eyes were full of water.

The child who just learned Italian is happy to say his name and his name.

The worries of the little children who bring him food every day when he is sick.

And the rage at the kid he'd seen in his sobriety being beaten by the doctor.

And that messy sentence engraved on the barrel.

Connecting the past and the present, the memories and emotions that he has never forgotten spewed out at this moment.

"Yao." Giotto called softly.

Then he saw the most beautiful smile he could see in ten years.

At that moment, the most beautiful sunshine of the Sicilian sunrise sprinkled the whole world.

The author has something to say:

Haruka, who has lost his memory, is actually a person who loves life very much by nature.

This time there are two slates, guess which world the new one is from?

Suddenly there is a sense of pride that I am playing a big game of chess.