[Tutorial] I feel that Tsuna is cute!

The wedding ceremony became a mess, and the long-awaited wedding of Sister Biyangqi failed in the end.However, in the final analysis, it was just that Li Baoen acquiesced in the occurrence of this day in order to allow her to practice the highest level of poisonous cooking - the new skill of thousands of purple poisonous reds. But seeing how happy she is, it probably doesn't matter.

As for some accidents that happened in the early stage... Naturally, the master tutor used force to suppress it, and it was resolved "peacefully".

In this regard, Tsuna, who witnessed the whole process, said——

"Don't shoot me, Riboun! I'm purely involved!"

"Forget it, I will let you go temporarily today."

The muzzle moved down, and its cold master lowered the brim of his hat and snorted coldly, "Teach me a lesson, next time I dare to talk nonsense, I will directly clean up the door."

"I... I know! I will try my best to be a silent person." Tsunaki stammered, keeping her hands raised.

"Huh? Do you think you're going to work for the Department of Mysteries? I've said it all, and he'll give me enough time!"

boom!

……

In this way, the chaotic wedding ceremony finally came to an end.

……perhaps?

×××

"Four minutes and fifty seconds."

Li Bao Enka put off the stopwatch, recorded the time in his notebook, and calmed down.

"So far, the death time is basically stable, staying at the average time, and the burst of ability is still reasonable."

And his student was sitting slumped on the ground, wrapped in a black cloak, with his hands on the ground, still panting.

"I said, enough is enough, 'exercising' in this way every day will kill people! Are you taking revenge for the wedding? Sudden double training or something, I said it was an accident..."

"Aren't you still doing well so far, don't think about anything else," Li Baoen snapped away his notebook, glanced at her, and said in a mean tone, "It's not revenge, it's all because you are too weak. Physical fitness It's too bad, and my strength is not good, if I don't train and improve, I'm really worried that I will be killed suddenly one day."

"Killed?!"

"Huh? Don't you know?" Li Baoen expressed surprise on purpose, "Oh, I forgot to tell you that recently there was an assassination campaign specifically targeting candidates for the heads of various families, that's why someone arranged for Johnny to come A trip to Japan."

"No... I don't know what use it is to have him come."

After taking a breath, Tsuna pointed out as calmly as possible.

"Other than making him mess up the living room, destroying everyone's weapons, and making Prison Lord smaller...even making death bombs less powerful, etc., I don't see him doing much to stop the assassination What help."

Thinking of the untidy mess at home, she felt a headache.

Not to mention being chastened, trained, and reprimanded by such a horrible little baby.

"Hmph," Li Baoen curled the corners of his mouth, meaning unclear, "It will always be useful."

"I don't care, is today's share over?"

Gangji tightened the neckline with one hand, supported the ground with the other, and slowly got up from the ground. After confirming that the cloak strap was safe, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Then, I'd better go home quickly, and let Prison Lord keep the cloak. Staying at home like this makes me feel very uneasy..."

"Then go back quickly, you've been out long enough."

Li Baoen didn't stop her, watched her rushing towards home, stroked the body of the gun, and fell silent.

……

Previously, he was hit by the death bullet and ran around for a long time, and his physical strength was too much. Gangji soon lost his strength, so he had to slow down and walk slowly on the side of the road.

Well, she thought, take this opportunity to clear her mind.

Well, the current situation at home is that mother and Biyangqi went to participate in community activities, Fengtai took Yiping to the park to play, and there was one left for Lanbo, and the prison temple, which became about the same size as Lanbo, was repaired by Li Baoen Johnny, who was lying dead last, was one... and at three o'clock in the afternoon, Jingzi would come to her home with the composition to complete the group activities.

Although everyone's weapons have lost their original power due to the transformation of Johnny II, it still feels a little...

"I am back."

Then I got a dying response: "Judaime welcome back..."

The prison temple boy who has realized that he has become smaller is squatting in the corner planting mushrooms, with a sighing man on his head, exuding a black aura of resentment all over his body. Lan Bo, who has no eyesight, not only fails to recognize who he is, but keeps Turning around and pestering him as his subordinate, in the other corner, Johnny II continued to lie dead...uh.

"Hi, good day, Tsunayoshi-kun," Kyoko sat upright at the low table, turned her head and smiled at her, "You're back."

"..."

So subtle that she couldn't get a word out of it.

×××

"Ah, I finally found it, something I wrote in the third grade..."

Although I have no impression at all.

Gangji looked at it, couldn't bear to look directly at it, and buried his head in his arms.

At this time, Jingzi read out a composition about dreams written by her in the second grade of elementary school:

"I want to be a ballet dancer, be a leading role, be able to perform Swan Lake at the French opera house - aha, what a lovely idea at the time - if not, I want to be a policeman."

"Police? It's a great job."

Then, she couldn't help but glanced at herself.

"I really want to be able to use magic like Miru!If not, it would be nice to be able to blissfully lie in a chocolate cloud. 』

……some type of.

Kind of sad.

"Ding dong."

Just as he was talking, the doorbell rang outside the house.Kyoko put down the composition text and turned to look in the direction of the entrance.

"Is someone here?"

"Ah, I'll take a look."

Standing outside the door was Yamamoto, greeting her with a smile on his face.

"Hey, have you finished your homework?"

"Ask about homework as soon as you come?!"

"Ha, because the students in our group wanted to scout out the situation on your side," Yamamoto scratched his hair embarrassedly and smiled brightly, "so I was sent here."

"Oh, that's right, you guys are so fast." Gang Ji was a little envious.

"Wait," Yamamoto pointed to the cloak she was wearing, "this, is—"

Gang Ji was stunned for a moment, and then realized that it was a bit wrong that he hadn't changed back into his clothes.

"Ah, it's a cloak I bought a long time ago. Didn't I tell you? It's used for the dead air bomb training in Bourne. I just came back, so I haven't had time to change it..."

Because no one reminded her, she completely forgot about it.

Yamamoto blinked, then suddenly stretched out his hand, and carefully touched the embellishment on the shoulder.

"This, inside... is it, a vacuum?"

"..."

Tsunade opened her mouth slightly.

--boom!

After punching subconsciously, she closed her eyes and shouted at her feet:

"I have underwear on, bastard!"

……

Entering the living room, Yamamoto recognized the small prison temple in the corner at a glance. Should I say, is it indeed Yamamoto?The degree of naturalness is still amazing.

"Hey, is the Prison Temple here?"

And it seems that he has not noticed the change in him!

Prison Temple said that he was too shocked, so he didn't want to pay attention to this baseball idiot.

"Then, let's sit down together." Tsunaki didn't know how to deal with this atmosphere, so after much deliberation, he had to continue the topic of homework, "We just finished talking about our childhood dreams, um, and then we have to do—"

"Exchange of feelings, right?" Kyoko smiled slightly.

"Yes, exchange of feelings," Tsuna cleared his throat, and repeated unnaturally, "Then, who will come first..."

"Judaime be careful!"

"what?"

She turned her head reflexively, and suddenly felt a chill on the back of her neck, as if rubbing something over it.Just as he was wondering, Prison Temple jumped up nervously, raising a hand and it was a bomb.

boom!

Ribbons and doves flew around.

"Ah, is it a magic show for banquets?" Jingzi opened his eyes wide, surprised, "It's amazing!"

"Ahahaha! Magic? Master Lanbo is also coming to play!"

"Stupid cow, don't make trouble, hey!"

"By the way, the explosives modified by Johnny II..." can no longer be used.

Tsuna doesn't know if she should be happy that the house was saved from the disaster of being destroyed.

Inexplicably, this strange behavior of Prison Temple made her feel a little uneasy—is it because of the fact that she became smaller?

"Juji, what's the matter?" Yamamoto looked at him in confusion, "It's better not to take out those fireworks, this is the living room, in case someone is hurt..."

"Ah, damn it, shut up, you bastard!"

Prison Temple looked anxious, raising and lowering his hand full of explosives, not knowing what to do for a moment.

"Judaime! Didn't you all see—"

"See what?" Yamamoto asked.

"Those two people on the ceiling!"

"There is no one there," Yamamoto looked at the ceiling deliberately, and replied very seriously, "Did you read it wrong?"

"Ah, you really are a baseball idiot!"

Kyoko looked from one side to the other, not quite understanding what happened.

"A child might feel bored by himself," she thought for a while, and then said her guess, "Will Yamamoto-kun play with him?"

"Oh! You bastard, who are you calling a child!" Prison Temple was furious, "Be careful, I'll blow you both up!"

"That's enough," Gangji sighed, got up and walked over, and pressed his head, "Calm down and talk, okay? What happened?"

Did he become strange, or did he become strange?

Gang Ji was puzzled by the strange sense of disobedience in his heart, and the movement to stop him became slow, and once he let go, he was dodged.

"Ten generations..."

Just as Prison Temple was about to say something, his eyes suddenly widened and his face turned pale.

"Oops!"

"prison--"

"Tsk, haven't you noticed? 』

"Baseball idiot! Judaime is in danger!"

"Eh?" Yamamoto stood up subconsciously, but he was at a loss as to what to do. He looked around, still in a daze, "What danger? Where is it?"

"Danger is right beside you." 』

……

Huh?

She opened her eyes wide suddenly, and accidentally yelled "Ah".

Prison Temple clenched his palms tightly, hating his own powerlessness, but suddenly he had a flash of inspiration, "I know!"

"Prison Temple?"

He turned sharply and ran across the room.

"Hey, Yamamoto, let's play catch!"

Before Tsuna could fully react, he was bumped by him when he ran past, swayed, and sat down on the ground with a plop. At the same time, Yamamoto's baseball instinct came into play, and he was closest to him, placed on the sofa The ball of wool on his head also swished past him, and then——

boom!

With the sound of a heavy collision with the flesh, something disturbed the air and fell to the floor with a thud.

"This is?!"

With a light tut, Prison Temple turned around and ran to the other side, "There is still this side!"

boom! — Puff!

"Success!"

"Wow?!"

"Two people appeared!" Jingzi subconsciously covered her mouth.

"It's them!" Prison Temple finally breathed a sigh of relief, "These two must be killers sent by other families."

"Killer?" Everyone was stunned.

"That's right, you did a great job, Prison Temple."

"Mr. Libun, you are finally back!"

With the appearance of Li Baoen, the prison temple felt relieved, and was also full of joy because of the appreciation.

After probably understanding the situation and seeing Li Baoen again, Gang Ji finally breathed a sigh of relief.Perhaps it was an illusion, but the slight uneasiness he had noticed before disappeared completely.

"So, this is the assassination mentioned earlier?"

"It's the killer sent by that guy. It's an invisibility cloak made of the principle of optical camouflage. Um, doesn't it look good?" Li Baoen glanced at the two people on the ground and snorted casually, "Because their The boss doesn't allow himself to be betrayed, so he deliberately set this kind of clothes to be seen only by children... right, Verdy's subordinates?"

The two men in strange attire looked at each other, dejected.

Verdy?

Gangji thought for a while, then raised his hand and asked, "Could it be the fourth dwarf...little baby?"

"..."

Facing an unrepentant student, Li Baoen was speechless.

He silently wiped the muzzle of his gun, determined to continue to increase the intensity of training.