[Tutorial] I feel that Tsuna is cute!

It turns out that walking alone in the forest is a very risky business.

Accidentally, his foot slipped, and Gang Ji stepped on a pile of dead leaves and slid down the slope, rolling a few times on the flat ground at the bottom of the slope before stopping.

"Hmm..." She struggled to sit up, her hair and clothes were inevitably covered with leaves and grass clippings.

When she stood up, she was dizzy and bumped into a hard object. She felt a little painful, and she didn't pay attention to the sound nearby.She casually patted off the dead leaves on her cuffs, and when she looked up, she was startled by the figure flashing behind the bushes in front of her, and backed away again and again: "Wow, there it is!"

"Who's over there?"

Hearing the human voice, Tsunaji instinctively wanted to dodge, but was blocked by an object behind him, and then the figure in front of him gradually became clear.Looking at each other face to face, both of them were taken aback.

"Ju, prison temple master!"

"Judaimu?!"

At this moment, even Tsuna Ji put aside the thought of complaining about "did these white hairs make an appointment to scare me?", and stood up with the help of the object behind him.However, before she regained her body balance, the Guardian of Mist, ten years later, rushed forward and hugged her into his arms.

"It's really you, Judaime!"

"……Well!"

Hitting the opponent's chest, she was a little out of breath, and had to stretch out her hand to block it to open the distance, "Prison Temple Lord!"

Ten years later, the adult Prison Temple seemed to have come to his senses, and he let go of it quickly, apologizing repeatedly.However, before she could breathe a sigh of relief, he raised his hand to hold her shoulder again, but he did not forget to control his strength carefully.

His voice was low, as if he had exhausted his strength to say a word: "I was rude, Judaime."

Only then did Gang Ji have a chance to see his appearance clearly.

Objectively speaking, the young face in my memory that belonged to ten years ago has not changed too much, but it is obviously less unruly and more mature and stable. The indescribable temperament that has been honed over the years is really hard to move your eyes away.

"Although I'm very happy, why is Prison Lord here?"

Those beautiful emerald eyes stared deeply at her, then the eyelids drooped, and the force on her shoulders intensified unconsciously.

"I'm very sorry," his voice sounded like Tsunayoshi could not help but think of a towel that was twisted into a coil, dripping with water, depressed and full of self-blame, "It's my incompetence that made Judaime, Jean- —”

She glanced down from the corner of her eye, and immediately understood what he wanted to say.

The square-shaped object placed behind her, causing her to bump her head and almost trip over her feet, was a pitch-black coffin, engraved with the complicated Vongola family crest, the coat of arms of the "X" logo in the center was clearly visible, and the lid was still Own knocking opened more than half an angle.

……"ah."

Although he had been mentally prepared, Gang Ji was stunned for a short time, and when he came back to his senses, the man in front of him had already knelt down straight on the ground, with the messy silver hair hanging down his face, which made people feel nervous.

"Prison Temple... Please, please calm down," she organized her words carefully, "I mean, that, I was exchanged here by the bazooka ten years later..."

"I understand," the young man closed his eyes, then raised the corners of his mouth and smiled vaguely, "It's only 5 minutes..."

"No, it's not, actually—"

"Please listen carefully, Judaime," he took a deep breath and finally regained his composure, "I don't have much time, so I can't elaborate, but I must tell you, when you go back to the past, please do what I said -"

"When you go back to the past, please get rid of this man immediately." While saying this, he took out a photo from the pocket of his suit jacket and handed it to her.

Tsuna Yoshi thought it was Bai Lan ten years ago, but what caught his eyes was a young man with short orange-red hair.

"... Huh? Who is this?"

She blinked to make sure she was right.She didn't know the person in the photo, but she looked familiar, maybe she had seen it somewhere before, but she didn't remember it for a while, "Why did he—"

"This is a photo of his era, but if there is no mistake, Judaime had contact with him ten years ago, so he should be able to remember."

"However, Prison Lord, I—"

"Please don't hesitate! I'm sorry, it's very abrupt to say such words suddenly, but there's really nothing I can do. If it wasn't for him, Bai Lan wouldn't be..."

Prison Temple couldn't continue, the originally pleasant voice seemed to be blocked, and Tsuna Yoshiko felt uncomfortable listening to it.She noticed that his hands on his knees were tightly clenched into fists, probably trying to suppress his anger and sadness in his heart, and didn't want her to know.

In her impression, it seemed that this was the first time she saw the prison temple with such lifeless eyes, which made her feel sad for a while.However, in the face of such a request, she was helpless.

"But, Prison Master, what I want to tell you is—" Tsuna put his hand on the other's shoulder to prevent him from interrupting his speech, and sighed weakly, "The point now is, I can't go back ten years ago."

Prison Temple suddenly changed his expression: "What?!"

"Well, that, it's a bit hard to say clearly, ah, but anyway," she scratched her hair nervously, "Actually, I've been here for more than countless 5 minutes, so..."

He frowned, grabbed her hand with his backhand, interrupted her and asked directly: "What do you mean? What's going on?"

Gang Ji shook his head in embarrassment, "I don't know either."

"..."

"..."

"Then—then," after a long while, Guiji spoke slowly, and when he raised his eyes, his brows were full of bitterness, "Judaime already knows..."

"If that's what you mean," Tsunaki replied dryly, taking a heavy look at the coffin.The hand that was holding her was about to slip down again, she reacted in time, grabbed the other's cuff firmly, and pulled it towards herself, "It's, it's okay, Lord Prison, I'm fine."

She had to repeat "it's okay" several times to seem to give the sentence credibility.Even so, she still couldn't stop the trend of the prison temple from sinking into a deeper depression.She should have known that his stubborn and unchanging personality would not change much even after ten years.

"It's okay, Prison Lord," Tsunaji looked at him worriedly, trying to divert his attention, "No matter what happened to me ten years later, am I still fine now? What happened in this era I already have a general understanding... Well, I mean, are we going to do something now? Is it not suitable to stay here for too long..."

Hearing these words, Prison Temple raised his head to meet her gaze, for a moment, tried to show a smile, and finally seemed to cheer up.

"You're right, now is not the time to waste time. As my right-hand man, it's my negligence to let Judaime worry about me, and in turn worry about me." He said, bowed his head deeply, and then raised his head. At the beginning, he paused, stood up, and reached out to hold her again.

When he spoke again, Lan Shou's mood had completely stabilized, and at the same time, the speed of his speech also accelerated a lot.

"The situation is urgent now, we can't delay here any longer, Judaime, please follow me to the target base as soon as possible. There should be people there to respond, I remember the technicians too... In short, we must first find out the bazooka The cause of the failure, before that, Judaime has to be wronged to stay here for a while."

"Ah, that's right," he said as he walked, Gang Ji originally planned to follow, but suddenly remembered something, pushed his arm, and gestured to the original place, "Okay, can you wait for me? "

The coffin is covered with white lilies, which makes people feel chilly, but this is not the time to care about these details.

Tsuna took out the notepad she asked Fran for to record from her pocket, took out the folded letter paper, read it carefully again, folded it again and put it in, and put the book back.Then, she took off the earring that didn't respond after that, held it in the palm of her hand, and then gently placed it on the lily petals, and carefully moved the coffin lid back to its original position.

After finishing these, she turned her head and glanced back. A few steps away, the adult prison temple was leaning against the tree trunk, her eyes lowered, and she didn't know where she fell.She withdrew her gaze, bowed to the coffin, said something silently in her heart, then turned and left quickly.

"Okay, Mr. Prison Temple. Let's go."

"Ah."

×××

The forest was still silent, and occasionally one or two birdsongs could be heard in the distance, but there were no signs of wild animals, which was reassuring anyway.The dead wood leaves under his feet always made a clicking sound, and it was a bit inconvenient to walk.

The adult Prison Temple noticed her staggering steps, and always reached out his hand in time to support her, and in the end he just held her and didn't let go.It can be seen that he has grown a lot taller in the past few years, and he feels very safe walking beside such a person, but the difference in size will make her feel a little awkward.

I don't know how much time has passed, but when Gangji raised her head to look at the sky above her head, the prison temple stopped in cooperation and asked her if she was tired and if she needed to find a place to rest for a while.

In the past, Gang Ji never thought that one day he could hear such a gentle and gentle tone from this person, he just felt uncomfortable and didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

"No, it's okay," she swallowed, trying to calm herself down, "Isn't this place safe? We'd better go to the base you mentioned earlier."

"Is it really okay?" Prison Temple looked at her, worried, "This kind of dress is not suitable for hiking in the forest, right? Or, I will recite Judaime—"

"Ah," she was so frightened that she quickly waved her hand to stop. After realizing that her reaction was a bit violent, she adjusted her emotions and said, "No need...it's the same for Mr. Prison Temple wearing formal clothes."

As Gangji said this, he secretly glanced at the other party, not knowing why there was some inexplicable emotion in his heart.

Just at this time, Guisi suddenly leaned over and approached, she subconsciously took a step back, only to find that he just reached out to pat the thin needles on her legs.Because the weather is still warm, the knee-high socks she is wearing are not thick. Just such a simple contact makes her feel that the other person's body temperature seems to be directly transmitted to her legs, and the awkwardness in her heart is even stronger.

"All right."

"Well, thank you."

When he backed away, Tsuna felt that the feeling of being in a trance disappeared.She rubbed her forehead quietly, feeling a little puzzled.It's obviously the same face, but ten years ago, I never noticed anything unusual, but now...

She couldn't help but sigh.

"What's the matter?" Prison Temple had already taken a step, while reaching out his hand to her, but there was no response after waiting for a while, a little strange, "Sure enough, do you still want to take a rest?"

"..."

Facing the open palm towards her, Gangji stared blankly for a while, and when Guisi began to worry about her discomfort, she finally thought about something clearly and smiled slightly.

"Great."

"……Eh?"

"I don't know why, but I really want to say it." She raised her eyes and looked back at him earnestly. "I have always felt uneasy since I came here, but after meeting Mr. Prison Temple, I became more at ease, as if, No matter how scary things happen, I won’t be afraid.”

Prison Temple looked at her in surprise at first, but gradually came to his senses, his expression loosened, his eyes settled down, and became softer.He put his arm around her shoulders, and naturally drew the distance between them closer, and then patted on the other side, comforting her in such an unskilled way.

"Judaimu," he said softly, carefully brushing aside the broken hair beside her ear with his free hand, pressing the side of the ear, naturally drawing his fingertips into the hair, making her face him, bending Lower your waist and approach slowly until your foreheads almost touch.

Gang Ji could clearly see the slight twinkle in those green eyes, which was moving.Although the broken hair hanging on her cheeks made people feel itchy, she did not avoid it, but reached out her hand to respond to the other party, finishing those words from the heart.

"I was thinking, thinking that Lord Prison would always be by my side... Really, that's great."

"I understand. I won't make the same mistake again, Judaime," said Arashi's Guardian with a slightly hoarse voice, "I will absolutely... definitely protect you. I swear."

"Well," she nodded, responded forcefully, and then pressed her face against it.