Tsunayoshi's Evolutionary History of Tragedy

Of course, at this time, Gang Ji still doesn't know the thoughts of his two little friends who have been incompatible since childhood.

"Mr. Sawada, please wait here." Kusakabe respectfully saluted Tsunayoshi.

This is an additional urgent task, so of course Cao Bi can't leave immediately, he has to deal with his own affairs, so that the chairman can't find someone when he needs it.

"Well, good." Tsunaji was extremely uncomfortable with Cao Bi's overly respectful movements and tone. He pulled the brim of his hat and shrank himself into the cloak.

Maybe it's because Tsuna's dress is too strange, and it seems that he has a close relationship with the disciplinary committee, so the students passing around unconsciously point at Tsuna, as if they are discussing his identity.

The bloodline of the blood clan not only strengthened Gangji's physique, but also enhanced his sense of hearing a lot. Of course, Gangji heard the discussions around him. Gangji, who didn't want to attract too much attention, subconsciously stepped back, and it was best to find a place to hide.

It's a pity that his actions became more obvious, and the students around him seemed to want to strike up a conversation.

It has to be said that although the cloak blocks most of Tsuna's long face, it seems that Tsuna has inherited the unique temperament of the blood race with a certain halo on her body. Even the gloomy temperament because of the addition of the cloak can attract people's attention. Like the charming vampire in the legend.

Obviously, Cao Bi didn't expect this to happen. He thought that nothing would happen to him if he just left for a while, so he didn't leave anyone to watch at all.

Tsuna, who had already heard one or two excited screams from the crowd around her, was about to freeze, her face covered by the cloak.

What, what should I do? !

And he is really hungry now, although he doesn't want to suck the tasteless and tasteless blood in front of him, but the scene in front of him is like a group of food dancing in front of his eyes!

Tsunayoshi, who was thinking about why Mr. Kusakabe hadn’t come back, suddenly smelled a very fragrant smell, which was different from the smell of Kyoya’s or Mukuro’s blood. It was a very pungent and strong fragrance, which stimulated his The taste buds hit his sense of smell like a gust of wind sweeping through everything.

This, is this the spicy taste mentioned in the book? (﹃)

Tsuna, who had never tried real spicy, used his limited knowledge to classify this new fragrance.

Tsuna, who hadn't eaten "rice" for a long time, subconsciously followed the scent.

On the other side, Prison Temple is preparing for the next performance at the backstage of the stage in the school lobby.

"Tsk." In the chaotic backstage, the jail temple who accidentally cut the back of his hand with scissors frowned, but he didn't care much. He casually licked the oozing blood as if cleaning the wound, and then roared outside, "Then Is the guy here yet?!"

"No, I'm very sorry," the student in charge of the program arrangement was about to cry, and it was obviously the next show for Mr. Prison, but Mr. Prison's partner seemed to have a bad stomach and couldn't come.

"Damn it." Of course, Guiji also knew that this kind of thing had nothing to do with them, he just scratched his hair irritably, "What happened today, I was almost late to pick up the sheet music Judaime gave me just now because I was hit by a strange person , and now that guy is not here again...Judaime is so looking forward to this performance!"

This is the show that Peng Gelie's current heir to the [-]th generation is looking forward to, so the prison temple will come on stage, and even picked up the piano that he hasn't touched for a long time, and he just found a violin that is not very good in his eyes but barely passable Hand partner, but now there is such a mess.

Prison Temple stood up, kicked the stool hard, and then turned and left.

"That, that, Mr. Prison Temple?" The people behind hurriedly called to stop the old man, don't make any more troubles when the performance is about to start!

"I'll go quietly, don't disturb me." Prison Temple walked towards the music room where he usually practiced. Only the music room in this school has a piano for students to practice.

After closing the door of the music room hard, shutting out all the noisy voices behind him, the expression on the prison temple's face was slightly relaxed, and it seemed that the level of viciousness had dropped a little.

There is a black piano in the middle of the music room. Recently, he will practice here for performances. There is also a violin not far away. It was originally used by his partner, but now, tonight's show is estimated to be He played alone.

That sheet music... a pity.

His slender fingers caressed over the black and white keys, drawing a series of melodious notes. Prison Temple's eyes were a little dazed, and he pursed his tight lips.Although he had found a so-called partner before, in fact, that guy's level was not recognized by him. If it wasn't for lack of time and Judaime was looking forward to it, he wouldn't just find someone to partner with.

The sound that guy pulled was unbearable.

So in fact they said it was practice, but in fact they only practiced together a few times, and usually he practiced alone.

Prison Temple sighed softly, his eyes slightly turned to one side, looking a little lonely.

In my impression, he once cooperated with a person who played the violin very well.

Suddenly, from the corner of the eye, a black shadow flashed past the window.

"Who is it?!" Prison Temple was vigilant for a moment, and explosives and explosives were caught between his fingers in an instant, and all the loneliness and melancholy disappeared, as if it was an illusion just now.

"I, I just passed by!" Gang Ji, who followed the scent all the way, froze for a moment, and jumped out without waiting for the prison temple to walk past.

"It's you?" Prison Temple obviously recognized the guy who bumped into him before, and frowned, "Sneaky, what do you want to do?!"

"I..." Tsunaki is in a bad mood, so I can't just say 'I want to suck your blood', so I will be regarded as a pervert, okay? !

Yes, yes!

Tsuna suddenly remembered the news she accidentally heard when passing by the stage.

"I, I want to partner with you!" Regardless of Sanqi 21, let's find an excuse to pass by, Gangji blurted out, "Look, isn't your partner unable to come because of a bad stomach? So I think... .”

"You can play the violin?" Prison Temple interrupted him directly, looking at Gang Ji with suspicion, how weird this guy looks.

"Hmm, um." Although, although he has never actually operated it, the inheritance that always pops up in his mind does have knowledge about the violin, so it should be considered... Gang Ji I feel guilty, but now I can only trust the blood in my body that has hurt him a lot.

"Then play a song first." Looking at the guy wrapped in a cloak in front of him, he thought about it carefully and decided to test it first. In this situation, it is too late to find other people. If it is still possible, he Can barely partner with him.

No matter what purpose this guy has, as long as you keep an eye on this guy, you can't do much.

"Okay, okay," Tsunaji, who had already started to panic, picked up the violin calmly, tuned it according to the memory in his mind, and then slowly adjusted his posture.

A series of actions no different from those of a novice made Guiji more impatient, deeply doubting whether this guy can really play the violin?

Prison Temple was immediately slapped in the face.

After adjusting his posture, Gang Ji took a deep breath, and slowly placed the bow on the strings. The timbre unique to the violin echoed in the music room, and his expression gradually became a little casual, elegant and melodious. The sound seems to bring his listeners into a small town in Italy at night, and the calm and deep night sky seems to be able to swallow people up, making people unconsciously addicted.

This feeling... Prison Temple's face was a little dazed, his eyes slowly widened, and the scene that had appeared several times in the past but seemed to be blocked by something gradually became clearer.

In an ordinary coffee shop,

The brown-haired man in a black waiter's uniform seemed to be being embarrassed by someone. He stood on the stage holding a violin, but there was no trouble on his face. He seemed to have gotten used to it.

The elegant sound of the violin slowly echoed in the coffee shop, the brown-haired man's mouth curled up slightly, and his brown eyes closed gently, bringing all the listeners into the dream that seems to be only in the middle of the night, when people are sleeping soundly. The world that emerged was peaceful and beautiful.

The silver-haired man in the picture also seemed to be attracted by the sound of the violin, and sat beside the brown-haired man beside the black piano amidst the exclamation. His slender fingers slid across the black and white keys, easily blending into the violin that seemed to be coming soon. A world from which other people are cut off.

The sudden sound of the piano seemed to surprise the brown-haired man. He raised his eyes in surprise, and was slightly stunned when he saw the person sitting in front of the piano suddenly, but smiled lightly, closed his eyes again, and adjusted the tone slightly, which surprised everyone. Other partners are better integrated.

"Thank you today, you play the piano very well." The unexpected performance seemed to be over, and the brown-haired man no longer seemed to have the feeling of being isolated from the world when he was playing the violin just now, and the gentle smile on his face made people feel It is easy to have a good impression, "What's your name?"

"Hayato Gudera? Sounds familiar..." The brown-haired man seemed to know him, or he had heard of him somewhere before, but he didn't pay much attention to it. He put the violin away, "I'm Sawada Tsunayoshi, Next time you have a chance, let's play a song together."

The author has something to say:

In my imagination, this ensemble is obviously hot...but I can't write it out QWQ

too hard to write orz

Ten years later, Tsunayoshi still has Prison Temple, I'm sorry for you guys TT