Tsunayoshi's Evolutionary History of Tragedy

When Yamamoto came back to his senses, he was already sitting with Tsunayoshi's sister under the stage with his chin propped up.

"Wu? Are you okay?" She looked at Yamamoto worriedly, "You are very strange today, I don't deserve to be called you."

"Ah." Yamamoto came back to his senses, with the usual smile on his face again, "Sorry, I was thinking about something, Xiao Ye, are you okay?"

It sounded as if he was worried about her health just now.

"Wu..." She also seemed to be very moved, her face was a little pale, and she seemed very weak, but it made her look even more pitiful, "Thank you, I'm fine."

"Hey, Saya." Yamamoto looked at the stage, and from an angle she couldn't see, Yamamoto's eyes were a little dazed, "Is there really no way to heal your injury?"

"..." There was a slight twinkle in her eyes, and then there was distress and determination, "Yes, but, Ah Wu, I can't use that method."

"My injury was caused by my younger brother." Her face was filled with bitterness, "You also know that my younger brother, he, has a serious illness and will turn into a creature like a vampire. If it is injured, there is basically no way to treat it.”

"But even so, he is still my younger brother," she murmured to herself, clutching her arm, which is said to have been injured by her younger brother, "how can I use my younger brother's for myself... What about heart treatment?"

Her voice was getting softer and firmer, but it could also be heard by Yamamoto.

"Heart..." Yamamoto clenched his hands unconsciously, his pupils trembling slightly.

"By the way, Ah Wu, don't tell other people about this, especially Valia's side. I'm really afraid they will do something for me." She seemed to think of those troublesome people, but her face The smile on the face is full of happiness.

"Well... But it's okay, unless Ah Gang volunteers, even getting a heart won't have any healing effect." She thought about it, and then she felt relieved.

"The next program is the piano music brought by Hayato Gujiji..." It seemed that it was Yuji's turn to finally perform on the stage, and even the host's voice was a little excited.

"Ah, it's Hayato, I'm really looking forward to it." There was an expectant smile on her pale face, and there seemed to be a gleam in her eyes looking towards the stage.

Yamamoto watched as the curtain on the stage was slowly opened, the black piano, the prison temple in formal attire, and the boy holding the violin, also wearing a suit and wearing a mask on his face, but made those blood-colored eyes more clear and transparent. .

"A... Tsuna." Yamamoto clenched his hand on the armrest into a fist, his trembling voice was covered by the cheers around him, his body was as stiff as if he was nailed to the seat, and the The picture kept flashing, and finally froze outside a certain strange coffee shop.

That person... is Prison Temple?

Yamamoto looked in a certain direction, his heart twitched violently for some reason, and a voice in his mind kept telling him, stop him!

Wearing a black suit and a wine-red shirt, the well-styled prison temple looked much more mature than the prison temple he knew. At this moment, he was leaning on the railing, with a cigarette between his fingers, Staring at the scene inside the cafe,

Yamamoto followed his line of sight, the brown-haired man in waiter uniform, the close-fitting waiter uniform made his figure look more slender, with a warmer smile than other people's formulaic smile, among different tables Shuttle back and forth, the handsome face, elegant movements and unique temperament made the cheeks of the little girls around who seemed to come here specially for him blush.

It's just that this harmonious scene didn't last long. A certain customer suddenly became angry. It seemed that something made him dissatisfied. The violent face seemed to hit someone at any time so that others didn't dare to approach. The brown-haired man hurried forward .

There seemed to be some kind of conflict between them. Yamamoto could feel that he was sitting in a certain store, and he seemed to be observing the scene outside on purpose, but he didn't know whether he was observing the prison temple or the brown-haired man.

I couldn't hear their quarrel here, which made Yamamoto a little anxious. He wanted to stand up, but his body couldn't control his chin and sat in the original position.

The brown-haired man seemed to be in a dilemma. The customer who was looking for trouble said something provocatively, and the atmosphere in the store was quite bad.

The brown-haired man's face was calm, and the smile on his face was no longer as warm as before. He had the same formulaic smile as everyone else. He nodded politely and politely to the troublemaker, and then said something to the colleague next to him.

The colleague next to him was stunned for a moment, and immediately reacted, ran inside, took out a violin, and handed it to the brown-haired man.

The brown-haired man took the violin, walked to the black piano on the stage, took a deep breath, and slowly put the violin on his shoulders.

At this moment, the troublemaker nodded indistinctly towards the outside of the coffee shop.

Yamamoto, who seemed to realize something, was a little dazed, and looked in the direction of the prison temple in a daze. The silver-haired man nodded to the man in the coffee shop, as if to indicate that he had received it, and then,

He threw the cigarette between his fingers on the ground and stamped it out, and walked towards the coffee shop...

Prison temple... that silver-haired man approached the coffee shop and sat down in front of the black piano next to the brown-haired man...

No.

Yamamoto kept trying to control this body, his eyes widened slightly, his pupils trembled, but he couldn't even move.

Watching the performance of the two won the applause of the customers in the store.

Do not continue.

His heart was twitching violently, and there was fear in his eyes. The scene in front of him did not know when it changed. It seemed to be the roof of another building. He looked down and saw the lounge of the coffee shop.

The brown-haired man put his head down and put the violin away, and seemed to be saying something to the silver-haired man next to him, with a warm smile on his face...

"Don't..." The body was finally able to move, but the scene in front of him disappeared completely in the next second. The scene in front of him was still the school stage, and the prison temple and his partner had just entered the stage.

"..." Yamamoto's shoulders trembled, and the hand that was supporting his chin covered his eyes, as if he couldn't control it anymore, tears rolled down his face, forcibly suppressing something, biting hard Gritting his teeth, his voice became dry and hoarse at some point, but was covered by the cheers around him, making it impossible to hear clearly, "No, trust him...Gang."

And Sheng Houshan, in the research institute.

Verdi, who originally thought he was going out, was sitting in the dark room, looking at the information in his hand. It was information about Tsunayoshi Sawada of this world.

"Voluntary...?" Verde snorted softly, the smile on the corner of his mouth was unpredictable, "It's really thanks to her that she came up with such a way to make Sawada Tsunayoshi voluntarily hand over the power of the world."

If Tsunayoshi Sawada doesn't care about it, just create a bond that makes him care about it.

"It's really simple, but effective." I couldn't tell whether it was ridicule or praise, but from the tone of Verdi, it was more mocking.

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I will take three days off from tomorrow, and I will resume updating on the 9th~

I don't even dare to read orz for the second time