Tsunayoshi's Evolutionary History of Tragedy

The smile on Yamamoto's face froze, and the hand holding the knife trembled unconsciously.When he just noticed it, he had time to react, but he didn't know why his body was out of control for a moment, and he paused.And at this moment, the person he cherished the most was killed.

"...Dad?" Looking at his father's body, Takeshi Yamamoto felt chills all over his body, and he kept comforting himself that this is fake. His father is now traveling with Agang's mother and the others in China. Impossible to be here.

Is this what the prison temple saw?Yamamoto tried to stay calm, but anyone who knew him could tell he was in a state of affairs.

"Yamamoto!" The voice seemed to explode from the ear, and the bright orange flame almost passed by, but the flame that was supposed to be hot seemed warm, and a furry thing was stuffed in his arms.

"Lambo?" Yamamoto raised his head, staring at the back in front of him in a daze, "Gang?"

"Gang!" When he saw the scene in front of him clearly, even his voice began to tremble, as if he suddenly woke up, his eyes widened slightly, with panic.

Tsunayoshi maintains the posture of zero-point breakthrough of dead energy. This is to absorb the power of attacking Yamamoto, but his chest is pierced fiercely by the blade wrapped in blue flames.

Yamamoto was hugging the sleeping Rampo, looking over Tsunayoshi, he saw another Takeshi Yamamoto with cold eyes, holding the hilt of the sword that pierced Tsunayoshi's chest.

"Takeshi Yamamoto" didn't seem to see Yamamoto, so he drew out his sword casually, ignoring the fallen Tsunayoshi and Yamamoto Takeshi who were lying not far away, turned and left with the sword still dripping with blood in his hand.

Yamamoto subconsciously caught the fallen Tsunayoshi, and looked in the direction where "Takeshi Yamamoto" left. A woman whose face could not be seen stood there, wearing a white skirt, which was clearly separated from the destroyed ruins here.

The woman seemed to say something, which made "Takeshi Yamamoto" have a gentle expression on his face...

Yamamoto wanted to rush up, but the moment he stood up, he was caught by something.Looking down, he met a pair of gentle brown eyes, and the hand with the black Vengley glove grasped Yamamoto's wrist with little force, but kept him in place.

Feeling the hand that was about to slip due to lack of strength, Yamamoto raised his hand and held it tightly, his lips trembling slightly, as if he was about to cry, but he did not shed a single tear after all, "Ganggang..."

The flame on Tsunayoshi's forehead had long been extinguished, and his brown eyes gradually became hollow. He barely opened his eyes and looked at Yamamoto, shaking his head very lightly.

On the back of Yamamoto's hand holding the sword hilt, he could see a series of raised blue veins, but finally he let go weakly, lowered his head, unable to see his expression, "Hey, Gang, is this real? Or is it true? False?" Is it the illusion set up by the old man, or... a parallel world.

The most unbelievable answer emerged in his heart, and the intense sadness was about to overwhelm him, and he almost begged, "Gang, let's go to the senior for treatment, okay?"

Tsunayoshi did not answer, or had no strength to answer, with a faint flame attached to his fingers, he barely raised his hand, and lightly tapped on Yamamoto's forehead.Then slowly move down and open the palm to block Yamamoto's eyes, and take Lanbo with the other hand.

"Go back..." The weak voice could hardly be heard, "The rest... I'll leave it to you."

"...Ah." Yamamoto didn't take away the hand that blocked his eyes, knelt on the ground, his hands were hanging down weakly, but his fists were clenched tightly, "I see."

"Leave it to us..."

When the hand blocking his eyes disappeared, Yamamoto knew he was back.

In the middle of the forest, there was a black coffin, the prison temple kneeling next to him, and Agang lying in the coffin. The heavy atmosphere made Yamamoto almost suffocate.

Taking a deep breath, he put a smile on his face again, hiding all the sadness in his eyes, and strode to the side of the prison temple.

"Hey, prison temple, how long do you want to stay here?" As if nothing had happened, Tsunayoshi's blood stained on his body slowly disappeared, "We have to get rid of all these guys quickly Then go see Ah Gang, right?"

"..." Prison trembled, and seemed to finally wake up, with a hoarse voice, "It's so noisy, baseball idiot."

"I know." Prison Temple looked at Gangji in the coffin, without looking away, and gradually closed the coffin again, "I will never let this happen!"

"Ah." Yamamoto also looked at the coffin that had been carefully covered. For a moment, he seemed to see a penetrating wound on the chest of the person lying inside, and the Vongola gear in his hand turned into plush covered with blood. Gloves, "It's already agreed."

The firm words dissipated in the air the moment they were spoken, making it impossible to hear them clearly.

"Jie Jie, although I don't know why this space is closed, but as long as the two little devils are eliminated, you can go out." Fingers wearing a large cloak tapped on the crutches, and in front of him were Yamamoto and Kazuya, whose eyes were empty. prison temple.

Obviously, anyone can get rid of Yamamoto and Yuji as long as they do it now, but he didn't know why he didn't do it.

"Are you finally awake?" He said suddenly, with a weird and sinister smile.

The original slack eyes were refocused, and the first to wake up was Yusi, and the moment he woke up, he threw the explosives in his hand at this weird guy.

Yamamoto, who woke up urgently, did not wait for the smoke from the explosive explosion to disperse completely, and chopped the blade wrapped in blue flames towards the center of the explosion.

When the smoke cleared again, the eccentric guy had disappeared, and never appeared again.

Although I didn't see him again, neither Yamamoto nor Kikuji relaxed their vigilance. This guy's strength is too dangerous. Once he loses his mind during the battle, he will be in a desperate situation at any time.

So during the subsequent battles, they kept vigilant all the time, fearing that this sinister old man would appear behind them anytime, making them see the scene they least wanted to see again.

But whether it was an injury or an obvious flaw, the old man never appeared again.

Until that time, Prison Temple, who felt that the efficiency was too slow, decided not to pay attention to the potential enemies who didn't know when they would appear, but to find the leaders of the new batch.

But at that time, they didn't think that the ability to let them see the scene they didn't want to see before actually had nothing to do with illusion. If it really counted, it should actually be a spell, and generally this kind of spell has Delayed.

As long as they fight against a slightly stronger enemy who can threaten them, they will see a scene similar to what they saw before, maybe different, but it's all the same, the scene of the death of their most important person.

In battle, even a momentary loss of consciousness is enough to be fatal.