[Tutorial] I feel that Tsuna is cute!

... "Have you been waiting for a long time?"

When the illusionist appeared quietly again, she wasn't too surprised, she didn't even turn her head away.

Although he never told himself when he would come, there was no fixed date, and he never even made any appointments to see him next time.But every time, she always has a premonition: that person is coming.And that feeling will always be fulfilled.

When Spedo pushed through the bushes and came to the bench to sit down, she shook her head, still looking down at the small flowerpot in her hand.

"Are you surprised?"

She still shook her head and got a somewhat helpless wry smile.

"Is there no novelty at all?"

"No," she continued to shake her head, raised her head again, turned to look at the other person, her brown eyes were shining, "because I knew you would come."

"I can feel it, Damon... your breath."

He was stunned, and it took him a while to come back to his senses. He smiled self-deprecatingly, raised his hand and pressed her head, and messed up her hair.

"Nufufu...is this super intuitive? It's almost like cheating. It seems that in the future..."

In that exclamation to herself, she caught a certain word and asked while avoiding his hand: "Super intuitive? What is that?"

However, there was no answer this time—the illusionist, who was always happy to explain all kinds of new knowledge to her, changed the topic lightly this time.

"Look at it all the time, is there a problem?"

He was referring to the flower pot she was holding. The green oval leaves almost filled the surface of the soil, but there was no flower bud.

"Oh," she bowed her head, her shoulders slumping, "I tried to make it bloom . . . but it couldn't."

There was silence for a while.

"Then," seeing the green vines stretching out from the bushes behind him wrapped around the legs of the bench, and slowly closing them together with a creaking sound, the illusionist's eyes flickered, and his voice became lighter, "We are here today. Just let it bloom."

"What will grow?"

He stared at his eyes full of expectation, and his smile became softer and more pleasant.

"I don't know." He pressed his index finger on his lower lip and gestured to silence his voice, with a half-smile expression that seemed inscrutable. "No one knows what the illusion will look like before it is cast. , that's the basic rule."

"Well, let's take a look. The flower that blooms in your heart..."

……

She closed her eyes, opened them again, and the scene in front of her was completely different.

The daisy with yellow petals appeared in the most conspicuous place, and the field of view was enlarged, followed by the almost unchanged flower pot, holding its young heir of the Vengley lineage, and the swing under him rose up without wind.

"It's been a long time..." she muttered to herself in a low voice.

The swing rope was hooked, and the swinging back and forth stopped.

As if she had noticed something, she raised her head, her face showed doubts undisguised: "You... seem to have the smell of blood."

"Huh? Really?" Spedo didn't care, and sat down leaning on the railing, "I'm sorry, I have something to do, so I was delayed..." His eyes fell on her, and there was a bit of light in his eyes Smiling, "Do you feel lonely?"

She lowered her head straight and said nothing, looking a little frustrated, but she didn't refuse the other person's next move to stroke her hair.

"Don't worry," he pulled out a few strands of hair, wrapped them casually around his fingers, and then touched them close to his lips. With a suppressed sigh in his throat, he burst into a charming smile, "My lovely young lady. , I will always...always stay by your side and accompany you forever."

For a moment, she just looked at him blankly, not sure if she understood, and then she was easily distracted.

"What kind of flower is this?" She asked, pointing to the golden color in the pot.

Spedo glanced casually, his smile still warm.

"It's a daisy."

"...Well," she was puzzled after not hearing the follow-up for a long time, "tell me some more, okay?"

The focus of his gaze was pulled back from a distance, and he stayed on her face thoughtfully, and then on the pot of yellow flowers.

"It looks ordinary, doesn't it? It's just a weed at first, but when it blooms, it becomes charming. Italians seem to like this kind of innocence," he didn't seem to be answering her question. more like a memory than a "really... tiny, cute tweed."

"Italy," she repeated half-understood, "Diamon's hometown?"

She met the deep indigo blue, and there was a light that she couldn't understand shining in the spades.

"……Correct."

The conversation that day ended in a hurry, and before the illusionist got up to leave, she grabbed his clothes.

"Why," she asked, blinking, "why do you call me that? Why doesn't Damon call me by my first name like I'm called Damon?"

"No way."

Her hand was held, and his fingertips were separated from the leather glove and gently scraped her palm. For a moment, she suddenly had the idea of ​​withdrawing her hand.

But that was impolite, so she didn't move.

"Because, the eldest lady is going to be the leader of Pengo Lie's tenth generation..."

Not stingy, he knelt down on one knee and kissed the back of her hand with a warm smile, but his expression was elusive.

"You will definitely become the leader of Pengo Lie."

……

"You will become the tenth leader of Vongola. 』

"And that's why I'm here. 』

I don't know when, this concept has been deeply imprinted in my mind, like a hint, it will not fade away.

Opening eyes, closing eyes, such delicate and silent years passed quietly.

The last time we met was a long time ago.

After a long time, she almost forgot about this person, thinking that he was a magician that she only met when she was a child, and she would never appear again once she grew up... It was like, Santa Claus who only belonged to her, or The Tooth Fairy, or something.

That night was the eve of the beginning of school in junior high school.

While flipping through the comic book alone, something in my heart was poked, and a familiar sense of trepidation ran down my spine.

"You're here... ah."

The moment she opened the porch and saw him, her whole face brightened, "I thought you would never appear again."

The illusionist didn't come forward immediately.His figure was shrouded in the shadows outside the corridor, almost blending into the background of the yard, just looking at her quietly, but his eyes were a little empty, as if directly passing through her body.

She finally felt something was wrong: "What's wrong?"

"Is it because you haven't seen me for a long time and you don't recognize me?" She thought about it and asked tentatively.

"...Well, sort of," after a short pause, Spedo showed his usual smile, but his expression was too gloomy.He walked forward slowly, and closed the door with his backhand, shutting out the night breeze in early spring, "It's really been a long time."

"Well," she finally felt relieved and said with a smile, "good evening."

He stared at her, and after exceeding the normal reaction time, he replied softly: "Good evening."

"Mom isn't here," she poured tea, put it on the table, and explained to the guests, "I went to the concert with my former classmates-I wanted to bring me, but that would miss the show time of the show I wanted to watch .”

"That is to say, it's just the two of us now...no one will bother you?"

She sat down opposite the sofa, put her hands on her knees, and kept smiling: "Yes."

……

After meeting for a long time - she couldn't even remember how long it was - the originally harmonious and relaxed mode of getting along had changed unknowingly.

She didn't know if it was because she had grown up and was completely different from the image of the little girl in the past, or because the other party had experienced some troubles, and her mood was strangely depressed, or...

He said he no longer needed to teach her anything.

"What does it mean?"

She was about to pick up her teacup when she stopped and pushed it back to its original position.

"You don't need guidance anymore," Spedo replied briefly, "You are not a natural illusionist, and the cultivation of mental ability is completely enough for this purpose—I don't need to do anything else."

"So, you won't come again?" she pressed tightly.

"...It's not for this reason," he lowered his eyes and sighed slightly, "It's not for this reason."

"What the hell is that?"

Spedo looked at her steadily.

"I will come again," he finally replied, "Didn't I tell you? I will always be with you."

The tone of voice that reveals the low mood is not very convincing.

But since he said so - "Next time, will it be a long time later?" she asked disappointedly.

"Don't worry," he smiled suddenly, "To make up for my absence, I will bring you a gift."

The illusionist got up and stood up, freed one hand, opened the palm, and a daisy with a severed leaf stem was lying on it.He picked it up and looked it over, then bent down and approached her.

She subconsciously tilted her head to avoid it, but she just felt that her hair was pulled together and something passed through it - he pinned the flower on her hair.After doing all this, he pressed his hands on the armrest of the sofa beside her, almost touching her forehead.

"Wait for me, okay?"

A breath of sweet fragrance rushed towards her face, she couldn't help but want to stay away from this strange looking at each other, her heartbeat accelerated a lot for no reason, and her face felt a little hot.

"If you say so..."

Speaking of this, a sense of dizziness suddenly enveloped him.She shook, closed her eyes, leaned against the sofa, and slid down slowly.

"Don't... lie to me."

When her vision was hazy, she vaguely heard the last few words.

"One last thing, remember - illusionists are not to be trusted."

"When we meet again next time, it doesn't matter how much you hate..."

"Until then, forget all about it."

×××

The slack consciousness was jerked and fell back into the body without warning, leaving Gangji in a trance.

The realism that ensues suggests that she is in the middle of a fight.

The body was numb and stiff due to the large-scale consumption of the battle, and was suppressed on the ground, the breathing channel was blocked, and the gradual suffocation and pain were clear and distinct.

Aware of his situation, Tsuna didn't open his eyes quickly, and when he opened them again, as he expected, he met the all-too-familiar spade with a disturbing light in his right eye.

The throat was tightly strangled, tightening tighter and tighter, knowing that if he did not resist, he would die, but the body and the brain declared that there was no power to resist.

She turned her peripheral vision to the side and saw a large area of ​​strange patterns.They are in this black different space.Yan Zhen's anxious call seemed to come from a very far away place, and seemed to be right next to his ears.

"Maybe you shouldn't have survived in the first place."

Spedo said indifferently, and the strength in his hands increased a little bit, "If, at that time..."

"Damon."

The eyes that have not changed from the beginning to the end, the bright brown eyes, made the illusionist briefly recall the same face, a more immature period.

He stopped, not only the voice, but the movement of his grip on her throat.

"But, it's you, you started..." Gang Ji closed his eyes, the flame in his hand stopped for a moment, and then burned hot again.

The next moment, the sudden light on his chest reflected the surprised and dazed eyes of the other party.

The one who completely deceived people is obviously you.

Why at this time, there was that kind of incomprehensible, hurt eyes again.

...but that's not important anymore.

"From the beginning—you did it wrong!"

"People like you, I will never forgive you!"