Homeschool Companion Feeding Guide

In the endless ice field that seems to be the end of the world, sinking——

The man still remembers that, looking around, there will always be a dead space here.

The solitary wind whirled only the frost.

The cold sun on the edge did not retain the slightest residual warmth.

All the light and heat are annihilated and dumped here, lost in the hustle and bustle.

In the senses deprived by the cold silence, even breathing, blood, and thinking are almost stagnant and frozen.

Apart from anger and hatred, men no longer need other superfluous things. Sometimes they forget why they are still awake, why they are still thinking, and why they are still alive. Everything you can have right now.

And hatred is the only thing that supports him to live.

It was supposed to be like this - but a kid broke into his territory on his own.

The man's eyelids fluttered inaudibly in the ice.

The dull, boring, and childish little devil always chanted his name noisily, always called his name softly and longingly, and always waited for his return without saying a word.

Always willfully stuff a bunch of immature thoughts into men's minds, seeking encouragement and approval on their own; always get themselves into a bunch of unnecessary troubles and dangers, making people irritated and worried.

He always thinks of men too tall and beautiful, and always uses all the rhetoric he knows to show off.

It's such a troublesome brat, but he always... touches every thread of his mind.

I don't know when, a little ghost named Tsunayoshi Sawada redefined his life and became everything a man wanted to have.

The cold storage has already made people numb, only the heart is still beating softly under the call of expectation.

He listened to the boy talking about the world, but his world only had boys.

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How long has it been since I haven't heard the boy's voice...

The man hasn't heard anything since the ring left the child.

Selfishly leaving traces of stationing in the center of his territory, and then disappearing without a trace.

What a wayward brat.

It always makes people's ears hard to clean, but when they really lose it, they realize that listening to children's words day and night has already become a habit, and it has already become an indispensable and indispensable existence.

Falling into a blurry time again, the cold current carried by the ice ocean poured in and returned to silence.

Frozen, who has always been dismissive, can make people feel so tormented.

I have already forgotten how every minute and every second here was spent before I met the child.

The man who believes in using strength to get what he needs all the time understands the taste of waiting for the first time.

"..." The blood seemed to be filled with some kind of boiling desire.

If the kid fails...

Or the ring was accidentally lost...

"Damn..."

The man didn't expect that he would be strangled by such a boring question.

The ice edge refracted the light and shadow of the glass, and the man's growing black hair seemed to reveal some kind of cold luster for a moment.

"Little...ha..."

XANXUS seemed to show a self-deprecating chuckle,

The man who always disliked the kid and always thought of him didn't seem to be much better.

Existence other than children has long been out of his consideration.

"Mr. XANXUS..."

"—!!"

For a moment, the man thought that it was the phantom sounds he had heard countless times in the chaos these days.

"I succeeded..."

It was the boy with a choked up familiar voice, "I really did it... I took back the ring that belongs to you..."

Not an auditory hallucination...

There was some kind of dry burning in the throat, which scorched the man's suddenly settled mind.

After a long time, when I was called by the boy again, the depths of my soul seemed to tremble with joy.

Want...want it, that brat—

Wanting him, only belonging to oneself - this kind of thought is full of thoughts and nerves, making people no longer have time to think about other things.

That kid who always teases him, I don't know if he has made up his mind.

He was almost tired of this cold cell.

I have to go back to that brat's side.

When such thoughts surged out, the half-ring on the man's finger seemed to echo in response, overflowing with scattered sparks, but at a speed visible to the naked eye, it melted the ice core, and within a moment, it became like a prairie fire— —

[On the seventh day God cast war songs upon the world,

All sentient beings howl and present their battle robes for "him";

High pavilions crumbled, mountains and rivers toppled,

The bard gathers corpses from the deep;

The night makes the armor, the blood devours the knife,

Abandoning No.11 and singing wildly to the ribs;

Just because I wait, born to be king,

Just because we wait and sing with the world! 】

The sacred chants echoed in the ear, a figure covered in fire was reborn from the ice and snow, the air around him was twisted and transpired under the high temperature, and the blood that really belonged to men finally awakened at this moment.

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"Boom!" The old man's walking stick made a heavy, muffled sound on the ground. As if feeling something, he looked out the window in the direction of Polaris. The blood-like red glow penetrated the sky, and a trace of blood appeared in the old man's turbid eyes. relieved.

"It's going to change..."

The old man murmured with a smile.

The author has something to say:

It stands to reason that XANXUS, who does not have Vongola's blood, cannot ignite the ring to ignite the flames of death, but because his will is recognized here, Vengley's ring is "extra merciful" this time.

On the other hand, it is because XANXUS' own bloodline is very strong

[serious nonsense]