Tsunayoshi's Evolutionary History of Tragedy

"Hmph." Yunque snorted coldly, then got up and left the chairman's room.Huh - the moment Yunque stepped out of the door, Tsunayoshi breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that the whole space was much more relaxed.

"Judaime, are you feeling better?" Kiyoji completely ignored Hibari who was leaving, and looked at Tsunayoshi with concern.

"Um, um, I'm fine," Tsunaji said with a smile in the direction of the source of the voice, "Thank you, Prison Lord."

"Hey, Gang, you look very energetic." Yamamoto walked in from the door, and said casually, there was no trace of haze on his face.

"Ah, Yamamoto." Tsuna Yoshi subconsciously wanted to get off the bed, but was stopped immediately.

"Hey, Gang, you'd better have a good rest." Yamamoto walked forward to the bed and pushed Tsuna back on the bed, "Don't force yourself."

"Why did you come in now, baseball idiot." Unhappy Yamamoto shot his own position, Guiji clicked his tongue in displeasure.

"Ah, this." Yamamoto arranged the pillows so that Tsuna could sit on them, "I just met Hibari and chatted with him."

"Eh? Senior Lark?" Tsuna was stunned for a moment, but before he could respond, he was interrupted by Prison Temple.

"Hey, do you really want that guy to go?" Prison Temple's tone was quite bad.

"Well, after all, it will be faster if you let Skylark join." Yamamoto scratched the back of his head.

"That's true, but..." What about Judaime?Yuji looked at Tsunayoshi with worry in his eyes.

"That, that..." Gangji looked blank, especially in this invisible situation, which made him even more uneasy.

"Judaime, we have something we want to tell you." Kiyoji squatted down and held Tsunakichi's hand, "I'm sorry, I acted without telling Judaime before."

"Eh?"

"Actually..." Prison Temple told Tsuna Kichi everything bit by bit, from how he knew about Tsuna Kichi's plan, to how he learned the solution, and kept collecting, "I'm sorry , Judaime, I haven’t come to see you before.”

Obviously, the matter of handing over Tsunaki to Skylark made Prison Temple very reconciled, and he blamed himself for not seeing Tsunaki for training reasons.But he said so much, but he didn't tell Tsuna Yoshi the truth about how he passed the vento trial and what kind of training and battle he went through.

"Kuji..." Of course Yamamoto was aware of it, but he didn't expose him.In this matter, he is the same as the prison temple, and neither wants to tell Gang Ji about these things.

"..." Gangji lowered his head slightly and remained silent for a long time after he finished speaking in the prison temple.

"Judaimu..." Prison Temple trembled a little while holding Tsunayoshi's hand, with anxiety written all over his face.

"Juji-kun..." Tsunaki said suddenly, the shadow on his face blocked his expression, "I'm really sorry!"

"Eh?" Yuji was stunned for a moment, and quickly waved his hands, "No, Judaime doesn't need to apologize, this is what I want to do..."

"I'm sorry, I didn't tell you before!" Gangji clenched his fists tightly without waiting for the prison temple to finish speaking, his voice was a little trembling, "I'm sorry, I made you do the thing you don't want to do!"

"Judaimu..." Looking at the person he respects the most, Jidaimu is not too strong, and can even be called thin shoulders that have supported the unimaginable burden of ordinary people. Fighting to protect his companions, he will always do unexpected things, not at all like the usual him, so...

"No," said the prison temple softly, "if it is the tenth generation's request, I don't care." So, this is the person he is following.

"Judaime can do whatever he wants, and Hayato Gokuji will always follow you." Gokuji looked at Tsunayoshi with firm eyes.

I will protect the life of the tenth generation!

"However, I was really taken aback by you, Gang." Yamamoto smiled heartily, and patted Tsuna on the shoulder with his hand, "I didn't expect you to be so powerful ten years later."

"No..." Even if I say that, I'm not happy at all, Yamamoto.Gangji complained silently.

"Hmph, that's of course, that's Judaime!" Kikuji glared at Yamamoto, then turned to look at Tsunakichi with sparkling eyes, "Really, Judaime~"

"Ah, ah." The expression on Gangji's face twitched slightly, and he looked away stiffly, wow, good, good flash.

"Then, is Senior Yunque gone now?" Tsuna reluctantly changed the subject.

"Ah, after I told him just now, that fellow Skylark just left with the abductor." Yamamoto put his hands on the back of his head, smiling relaxedly. If you don't look at the scar on his cheek that hasn't fully healed, Just the same as usual.

"Tsk, that guy." Prison Temple was not surprised by this result, "Sure enough, I can only entrust the job of protecting the tenth generation to me."

"No." Tsunade said subconsciously. "Ten, ten generations?"

"Ah, no." Tsunaki was a little annoyed, he hesitated for a moment, but he became firmer, "I mean, Mr. Prison Temple, next you need to take a good rest and stop messing around."

"And Yamamoto, you too. You must be tired after fighting all the time." Tsuna "looked" in the direction of Yamamoto, with a firm expression on his face, letting Yamamoto and Yuji know that they couldn't refuse.

"But, Judaime, you..." Although it was the order of Judaime whom he respected the most, the uneasy Jijiji tried to struggle.

"Leave this to me." Suddenly a gentle voice came from outside the door.

"Who is it?!" Yuji stood in front of Tsunayoshi for an instant, and Yamamoto's hand had already grasped the handle of the knife.

"Don't be too nervous, I'm here to help you." Feng, who didn't know when he had changed his clothes, came in from outside.

"You are!" Feng, who had changed in size but hadn't changed much, was instantly recognized, "You bastard, what are you doing here?!"

"He was entrusted to take care of Tsunayoshi-kun." Feng slowly approached, completely ignoring the vigilance of Gokuji and Yamamoto.

"Take care? You guy, can you really do it?" Seeing the kid in front of him, although he had grown bigger, he was still a kid who only reached his thigh, and expressed deep doubts.

Others would have exploded long ago, but here is Feng. As a Chinese who is well versed in the art of nourishing qi, he doesn't take these small things to heart.

"It's better if you don't continue to force yourself," Feng said with a calm expression on his face.

"What do you mean?!" Prison Temple exploded, reaching out to catch the wind.

Without waiting for the prison temple to make a move, Feng turned around to avoid it, then raised his leg and lightly kicked the prison temple's calf.

"Ah!" Prison Temple's legs went limp, and he couldn't stand still and fell to the side.

"Juji Temple!" Yamamoto caught it subconsciously, but unexpectedly, he was brought down by the force of the prison temple's fall.They are already overdrawn, they are just holding on, as long as they relax, they will become like this.

Peng!The two fell into a ball directly.

"It hurts, hurts, hurts." Yamamoto sat up reluctantly, scratching the back of his head, his face was a little pale, probably because of the wound just now.

"Damn it." Prison Temple was lying on the ground, the hands supporting the ground trembled a little, and he had no strength left.

"Look." Feng sighed helplessly.

"Ah, Prisoner! Yamamoto! Are you all right?!" Not knowing what happened, Tsunayoshi subconsciously wanted to get out of bed and search for the source of the sound.

"No way." Feng jumped onto the chair next to him, supported Gang Ji, pushed him back on the bed, and pulled up the quilt, "Gang Ji-jun, it's best not to move around now. alright."

"That's right, Judaime." Guidera stood up with Yamamoto's strength, "I'm fine."

"Ah, Gang, it's better for you not to move around, we will take care of ourselves." Yamamoto also used the strength of the prison temple to barely stand still, "Then we will go back first."

This kind of situation is indeed not suitable for staying here any longer, and staying here will only make Ah Gang worry.Yamamoto knew this truth very well, so he didn't have to struggle with the prison temple, and directly helped, or dragged the prison temple away.

"Ah, wait..." Gang Ji didn't have time to stop him, he could only listen to the sound of them leaving, with obvious worries and guilt on his face.

Kaze looked at the direction Gokuji and Yamamoto left, then glanced at Tsunayoshi, closed his eyes, and sighed inwardly.

"If you are really guilty, protect yourself and don't let them worry anymore, Mr. Gangji." Feng said softly, his peaceful voice calmed Gangji's uneasiness.

"Well," Tsuna nodded with her head down, "Thank you, Mr. Feng."

"No," the corners of Feng's mouth curled up, outlining a gentle arc, "You're welcome."