Tsunayoshi's Evolutionary History of Tragedy

"..." Scuvaro, who seemed to be about to go crazy, suddenly became quiet, staring at Vento with sharp eyes, completely unable to see his usual irritable appearance, maybe he is the real Scuvaro, after all It was the person who almost became the soul-repressing rain of the battle history, "You bastard, can you do it?!"

"Ah," Vento looked directly into Skuvalo's eyes, raised the corners of his mouth, and spoke in a natural tone with convincing force, "Of course."

After receiving Vento's answer, Valia from another world finally returned to her own world... This is of course impossible, if Vento is really so obedient, he will wonder if they are still in danger Under control.

After going through the 'test' of Skuvalo, Bell's knife threatened to let him go to the main world next time, (although Bell was almost beaten by other people after he finished speaking, and then Xanxus used physical means to force him to shut up .) and Mamun’s spiritual pollution, Ruslia’s bombardment of various Yanggangji guides, and finally Xanxus’ stare, the threat of angry fire, etc. There was a triumphant smile on the faces of Valia and others who were forcibly sent back by him.

While vento was repairing this space, the prison temple that had left Bingsheng Middle School on the other side also returned to the forest outside Bingsheng, which was the agreed meeting place with Yamamoto.

The originally lush forest was full of scorched marks, but on the contrary, the entire forest was very humid, and it seemed to be filled with water mist, as if there had been a heavy rain just now.

"Cough." After stepping into the forest, the prison temple could no longer hold on coughing. He staggered and almost fell to the ground. He hurriedly supported the tree next to him to stabilize his figure. The prison temple leaned against the tree, panting. Gruffly, "That baseball idiot, made it so wet in here again."

Prison Temple hates this kind of wet place the most, because the explosives he carries will get wet.

"Ahaha, you're back, Yuji." Yamamoto walked out from the inside with Shiyu Jinshi on his shoulders, his clothes were badly damaged, and there was even a scar on his cheek.

"Heh," Prison Temple covered his chest, his brows were furrowed, his expression twitched slightly due to the pain, his voice was hoarse, but he forced the corners of his mouth to open, "What nonsense are you talking about, baseball idiot."

"How is Ah Gang?" Yamamoto didn't care about the harsh tone of the prison temple. Although he looked very embarrassed, he couldn't tell from his expression at all, "Is his eyes okay?"

"Ah, I can't see the Judaime for the time being, but it will recover after a while... Tsk," Guiji slammed the trunk of the tree unwillingly, "at such a time, I should obviously accompany By Judaime's side, that fellow Hibari doesn't know what he's doing?! He obviously gave Judaime his protection!!!" Sure enough, only I can protect Judaime.

"Well, there's nothing you can do about it," Yamamoto said with a smile, but his voice was very low, and he seemed much calmer than usual, "It's better for you to take a good rest in your current situation, and Ganga won't let you mess around Bar."

"I know!" Prison Temple clenched his fists, "That's why I'm here now!"

Yamamoto was about to say something, but suddenly his eyes sharpened, and the next second, Shiyu Jinshi, which he had been holding in his hand, was already covered in blue flames.With a slight movement under his feet, he turned around and slashed backwards, the blue flames wrapped in icy sword energy and struck back.

"Ah!" The black smoke screamed sharply and ear-piercingly, before it could be formed, it disappeared in time. The dark red and black did not look like human blood spilled on the ground, but it was not absorbed by the ground, but solidified into a ball , forming a hemocyte composed of blood.

However, this is not the end, human-shaped smoke from different directions rushed towards Yamamoto and Guji.

"Jiro! Kojiro!" A knife was obviously not enough, Yamamoto pressed down, and the Vongola gear and rain necklace, which belonged to the guardian of Vongola X, fell out of his collar, "Form change!"

The sportswear on his body became a kimono dressed up by a Japanese swordsman. He held a knife in each hand and turned his wrist slightly to block the enemies from the left and right respectively.

"That's a lot of strength." Although the situation is critical, Yamamoto's face is not too nervous, just to block the enemies on both sides so that his hand holding the knife trembles slightly, and it can be seen from his clenched teeth that he is not as serious as the surface so easy.

Before Yamamoto could solve the crisis in front of him, another guy rushed over from the front with a strange smile.

"Mellon!" The low shout from behind brought a relaxed smile on Yamamoto's face, and the sudden explosion directly blew away all the guys who tried to rush over from behind, but the explosion that was clearly close at hand did not hurt Yamamoto at all.

Yamamoto's elbows were slightly bent, as if he couldn't hold it any longer, but the blue flames on the blade held by both hands were even worse.

"Seventh type of defensive style, fan blowing rain." Loosening his hands, the enemy who had exhausted his strength rushed forward due to inertia, and held the handle of the knife again with his backhand, turning his body slightly to avoid the enemies on both sides, and the blade swept across The blue water wall was rolled up in the place, blocking all attacks, and at the same time, the flame with a calming effect made the enemy unable to move.

"Huh," the action just now seemed too forced for the current Prison Temple. After throwing the bomb, he leaned against the tree, and the VG that was turned on had not been retracted. , "You guy, I really don't know how you survived."

"Ahaha, thank you, Yuji." Yamamoto didn't care about Yuji's harsh tone, anyway, this guy has never had a good tone to anyone other than A Gang, "But you should take a break first, then Come down and leave it to me."

"Hmph." Knowing his physical condition, Guji Temple no longer forced himself, and slapped Yamamoto's shoulder with his clenched fist, "Although I really don't want to ask you, if it wasn't for Judaime... you Guy, if you dare to let everything we have done before go to waste, I will not let you go! Do you hear me!"

"Ah, of course." Yamamoto said with a smile, his affirmative tone was reassuring.

"So you're still wasting time here?!" Prison Temple yelled, pointing at the coagulated blood on the ground.

"By the way, I almost forgot." The handsome Yamamoto who had just finished speaking suddenly said, and then took out a small bottle from his arms. It was very similar to the bottle that was broken by Yan Zhen during the inheritance ceremony, but it was a little different.

He walked to the side of the blood and knelt down, carefully collecting the coagulated blood into the bottle bit by bit, but the blood, which seemed to be a lot, didn't even reach one-tenth of the scale of the small bottle.

Yamamoto put the lid on again, then took out the blue storage box, checked carefully before putting it back into his arms.

"Oh?" Rokudo Mukuro, who had arrived during the previous battle but did not show up to help, looked at Takeshi Yamamoto's movements unexpectedly, "It seems that something happened that I didn't know about."

"Damn it, at this rate, when will we collect enough." Prison Temple said eagerly, "Every time, every time, it's just this kind of trash."

"Well, calm down, Prison Temple." Mentioning this Yamamoto's face was also a little heavy, "With our current physical condition, at least until the injury recovers, we can't go to those guys with stronger strength like before. .”

"Damn it, if I wasn't too careless." Prison Temple slammed the tree trunk hard.Yamamoto didn't speak, and the atmosphere was a little heavy for a while.