Tsunayoshi's Evolutionary History of Tragedy

"What did you say...?" Prison Temple's face changed slightly.

It turned out to be the case.

Of course Yuji knows that these two choices are not much better. He will never choose the first one, and the second one, if he really does this, Judaime will definitely blame himself, and may even ...he absolutely can't do that.

But if he doesn't choose...

Prison gritted his teeth,

Sending him to another world on purpose to set a trap certainly wouldn't give him other options.

Prison Temple raised its guns and blasted towards the surrounding walls and doors. Violent explosions sounded one after another, but after the smoke dissipated, the walls and doors were not damaged at all, no, there was still a little damage. , but... too small.

In a short time, there is no way to blast the door away with his own flames alone, and the same may be true for Judaime.

There was a buzzing sound from the earphones, Bajir's voice was a little anxious,

【...The Prison Temple in the main world, Zi—that room is connected to other parallel worlds, and unless it uses the power of that world, there is no way to directly destroy it. 】

"Tsk." Prisoner clenched his teeth, his hair was disheveled by the hurricane, but his expression gradually calmed down.

... Sure enough, he and Judaime would not be given a chance to escape directly.

No wonder sending him to another world didn't stop him from helping that world.

In fact, Yuji already understood that this method is the same as Dr. Sawada's method of dealing with two and three.

Let him help that world, have some connection with that world, and let him have the right to choose—but this right to choose is also a trap.

but……

Prison Temple unconsciously remembered the picture on the wall before, at that speed of diffusion, Judaime would be swallowed up soon,

He simply ran out of time.

Knowing that it was a trap, knowing the consequences of doing so, knowing that if he died, the enemy would definitely use this to attack Judaime...but knowing that it was so, it was impossible for him to just watch Judaime devoured and destroyed.

In the end, what should be done.

The mind was constantly running, but the time was too tight to be wasted at all. Prison Temple put down the guns and slowly walked to the position next to the TV before, facing the one that did not spread, but could feel the obvious damage. The force distorted the space, lowered his head, and the hanging hair blocked his eyes,

No one saw the expression on his face. The prison temple in the center of the base lowered his head and slowly raised his hands towards the twisted space. His shoulders seemed to tremble a little, as if he was struggling.

However, he had no other choice.

At the same time,

In the world that Gokuji went to before, Tsunayoshi Sawada, who was explaining the parallel world to others, was halfway through his words, and before he even had time to catch his breath, he suddenly felt something, and suddenly turned his head to look in mid-air that tiny crack,

"Gang? What happened?" Yamamoto followed his line of sight, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and his brown eyes were a little sharper. He also noticed some abnormalities.

Gang Ji didn't answer him, looked at the crack, slowly clenched his fists, his brown eyes were gradually stained with anger, his whole body was stiff and trembling.

a long time,

"I see." Gangji whispered, his voice was hoarse, and he could hardly make any sound. He didn't look back, turned to face the crack, and lit the flame again, "Guys, can you still light the flame? Borrow your strength again Give it to me, please."

His expression was unprecedentedly dignified, and the low-pitched request was inexplicably irresistible, and it was too late to ask why, and it seemed that there was no need to ask,

Some people closed their eyes, and some just laughed lightly. Although there might be some doubts, it is obviously not the time to ask. They lit the flames,

This is incredible for them, whether it is for the killer, or the mafia, or their respective personalities, it is necessary to do any analysis in advance,

Only this time, they seemed to have forgotten their respective habits, unconditionally supporting and trusting the brown-haired boy in front of them.

At the same time, the jail temple standing in front of the distorted space suddenly smiled, the corners of his lips curled up for a moment, he opened his mouth silently, and said thank you. But his eyes were full of indifference, as if he didn't pay attention to everything in front of him.

He seems to have made up his mind.

There was no expression on his face, and his fingertips unconsciously tapped on the armrest. Looking at the silver-haired boy on the screen, he seemed to be completely relaxed, wandering freely in the room, and distributed the explosives on his body in every corner of the room.

Prison Temple found gasoline in the cabinet in the corner. It was not ordinary gasoline. It was something from that world. When the lid was opened, one could feel the breath of the previous world from the gasoline.

This is the perception given by Infinity, to be precise, it is the induction given to him by his own flame, and there is no mistake.

The silver-haired boy on the screen snorted coldly, seemed a little disdainful, but still picked up the gasoline and sprinkled the gasoline in various places in the room without hesitation. Before the distorted space,

After doing all this, the silver-haired boy seemed to relax, and sat down on the sofa a little lazily, with a cigarette lighter in his mouth, and a little spark lit up. On the "cigarette butt" was a bright red haze-attributed flame, which was randomly thrown to the edge of the space crack.

As if even time stood still,

Boom! ! !

A deafening explosion sounded, as if the entire base was trembling. The next second, the screen in front of him was covered with snowflakes.

Explosions sounded one after another without stopping at all, just like the endless raging waves.

The sound of the explosion, which seemed to burn everything, also spread to the world before the prison temple.

"Judaimu, could it be..." The silver-haired boy frowned, as if he had sensed something.

But the brown-haired boy in front of him suddenly breathed a sigh of relief,

"Don't worry, he's fine." Tsunayoshi Sawada's voice was trembling, and his legs softened and he sat on the ground directly. He grabbed his hair, but he obviously relaxed.

"Gang?" Dino was a little puzzled, with a little thought in his eyes.

Why is Ah Gang so sure.

The brown-haired boy took a breath, and seemed to understand the doubts of the companions around him, and slowly looked up at them, his face was still a little pale, but the corners of his lips curled up,

"Because, the new BGM is playing." Tsuna said, looking at the companions in front of him, something seemed to be reflected in his eyes,

It was another world that only he could see.

The author has something to say:

Unexpectedly, this Tsunaki can still hear the BGM, awakening, lonely floating clouds, etc., hehehehehehe.