if we meet

Chapter 66

After passing the inheritance, Yamamoto still insisted on morning exercises as usual, and then went to school.He used to go to the prison temple, but was surprised to find that there was no one in the prison temple's house.

After ringing the doorbell for a long time, Yamamoto stood at the door in doubt for a while, before suddenly remembering that it was Arashi's turn to inherit.

Succession...has it started yet?Come on, Prison Temple.

Even if he was always bickered one-sidedly, Yamamoto sincerely hoped that the prison temple would pass smoothly without any grievances.

He didn't stay any longer, turned around and walked towards the school.

I just became a person, a little bit lonely...

Tilting his head, Yamamoto couldn't understand how he felt this way, but immediately he didn't care about it anymore.

After all, one second ago, he was still experiencing the journey alone on the empty street in the early morning, which he hadn't seen for a long time, and the next second he turned an intersection and ran into an unexpected acquaintance, and his appearance was also unexpected.

"leader?……!"

Contrary to Yamamoto's apparent surprise, Munakata nodded slightly and said with a faint smile, "Good morning, Yamamoto-kun. What a coincidence."

"Ah... what a coincidence! Haha..." Yamamoto laughed subconsciously, seeing Munakata wearing a school uniform and carrying a schoolbag, he couldn't help saying, "I thought, the leader..." would not go to school again.

He stopped suddenly.

On that increasingly refined face, there was a smile as always, but there was no smile in his indifferent eyes.

"Then, let's go to school together, leader."

He smiled and said in a relaxed tone, as if nothing had happened.

——Even after the boss battle, until they returned to ten years ago for the second time and accepted the first generation trial, Munakata never went to school again.

The form of Lan's inheritance is quite unexpected.

In an empty classroom, buried in a pile of documents, the loyal dog who has not changed his temper has been driven mad by the continuous cynicism of the first generation Lanshou G, and has to be aggrieved in order to pass the inheritance He swallowed his anger very irritablely... and then suffered from the pens with dead bodies.

G witnessed a battle that was quite "tragic" for an innocent pen, and his head was full of veins.

Even though G has gone through the most difficult time for the family, his temper has long been smoothed, but he is still a powder keg with a fiery temper in his bones.Just when he was finally so angry, his nerves collapsed to the critical point, he almost lost his mind, and when he was about to explode and announce that he was unqualified...

"--Sorry for disturbing you."

Prison Temple suddenly jumped up from his seat. He was surprised and delighted to see his leader walk into the most remote classroom in the whole school, and his heart was filled with the fact that the leader actually came to the school to see my succession in person... This kind of emotion was filled.

But after only a few steps, he was surprised to see that the other party stopped suddenly, and his calm gaze gradually moved down.

Ji Ji lowered his head following his line of sight in a daze, and saw the mess around him... a hill of documents scattered all over the ground, countless wrecks of pens mixed in, and the table that was being exerted by his hands was also in a state of being about to be overturned.

His face turned red with a "thump", and he was so ashamed that he just wanted to find a hole in the ground and burrow into it desperately. "Chief, chief... This, this is... I..." The important successor was actually seen by the chief in such a bad state... He was ashamed to say that he was a right-hand man.

Even though he had clear requirements on the self-control of his subordinates very early on, Munakata did not criticize him for his impulsive behavior at this time.He was too aware of his subordinate's temperament, and he didn't think that emphasizing too much would be more effective than saying nothing.

Cleaning up the mess with unprecedented speed... At least it can create an environment that is still eye-catching.Prison Temple sat down again, took a deep breath, and with the thought of "absolutely, never let the leader down again!!", he plunged into the analysis of financial statement meeting items... all kinds of miscellaneous documents.

The red-haired young man with half of his face covered with terrifying tattoos was a little surprised. He silently looked at the rebellious young man who spontaneously fell into a state of ignoring everything outside after only being glanced at by the person who entered the door. Words irritate him.

His eyes fell to another direction, and G's eyes were a little dark and dignified.

After greeting G politely, Munakata sat at a desk not far away, wearing the most common school uniform, but he would never be judged as just a middle school student in his teens.

It was cold and quiet, as if melting into the quietest air.The light blue metal frame was surrounded by a flickering blue light, and the dim room light undoubtedly showed the coolness and calmness surrounding him.

Even if Giotto's very special attitude towards the tenth generation is discarded, at this moment, G can fully understand the certain difference between this tenth generation and the leaders of previous dynasties.Of course, it is not overly mature words and deeds or an extraordinary rational character, nor is it an outstanding mind and a seemingly untouchable calm heart, but...

Whether he was walking calmly, or just sitting quietly, his whole body...was still.

As a conscious body, he could see a faint layer of traces surrounding the blue-haired boy—still time, frozen space.

Beside the empty podium, G bit his unburned cigarette and stood silently.This is the posture he is used to when he thinks.He didn't remember when he had this habit, but what he never forgot was the last words left to him by his best friend before he passed away, or friends on the other side of the mainland.

—The ring engraves our time.

The time engraved on the ring, if the ring is still there, it will never change.

This is the inevitable fate of the successors of the Vongola ring, and it is inevitable whether the leaders and their guardians of the past dynasties are willing or unwilling.

But this person's time is so... different.

——G, that kid, it’s different.

In the past, Vongola I's right-hand man, even if he didn't have the super intuition of his leader, he understood the meaning of that sentence and the deeper meaning behind it with the intuition acquired over the years and the understanding of his best friends.

G sighed softly, and the still intact cigarette in his mouth gradually disappeared into the air.

There is no need.

The ability of the prison temple is worthy of recognition, and Munakata also admits this, although sometimes it needs to be properly mentioned to fully explain it, and he still needs to be sharpened.

Hearing the familiar voice approaching, Reborn turned his head, and a few seconds later, he saw the person he was waiting for come in from the door of the classroom.

The excited expression and words of the prison temple fully explained the result of the inheritance, and Reborn had nothing to say about the ability of Munakata to control his subordinates.And now, there is a more important matter that needs to be dealt with urgently.In contrast, this may be a much more troublesome thing than inheritance.

It was already school time, and the people in the classroom either went home or went to participate in departmental activities.When Yuji saw Yamamoto at the door, he was a little surprised that he hadn't left yet, but after a few questions out of habit, he fell into a routine one-sided quarrel.

Munakata had seen Reborn sitting on his desk, who seemed to have been waiting for a while, and noticed that the other person's face was unusual.

Glancing at him, Reborn didn't say anything, just jumped off and walked outside.

Amidst the puzzled expressions of Gokuji and Yamamoto, Munakata took out his schoolbag from the drawer and walked slowly towards the door.

"Reborn and I have something to talk about, so I'll go ahead... See you tomorrow, Mr. Yamamoto, Mr. Kikuji."

Gokuji and Yamamoto nodded in a daze until Munakata's figure disappeared at the door. A few seconds later, Yamamoto suddenly noticed... Tomorrow?

Guiji was frustrated for a while that he couldn't go home with the leader, so he also picked up his schoolbag and prepared to leave. When he saw Yamamoto who was still standing still, he gave him an angry stare, but he still waited with an unkind expression. with him.

Yamamoto smiled nonchalantly, and went back to his seat to pack his things.Inadvertently, the notebook fell to the ground, and on the spread page was an extremely neat analysis.

"How clumsy are you!..." Prison Temple frowned, bent down to pick it up, "Huh? This, this is... the leader's handwriting?!" Surprised, he began to praise his leader's incisive writing as expected. Analyzing, and at the same time dissatisfied that as the right-hand man, he couldn't get the leader's personal advice on his studies! (...Is this logic too confusing?!)

Yamamoto took his notebook with a smile, "Haha, the leader of the prison temple is so good, the leader is very relieved." They were all told that they would study in a special school in the future, and they would not receive normal teaching for a few years. , and Munakata believes that even if they become a mafia, their general education level should not be too bad.

Prison Temple, where the leader is supreme, reluctantly accepted this reason, and even muttered all the way that he would supervise him well, and he must not let him live up to the good intentions of the leader.

He was full of enthusiasm for his partner, and Yamamoto had no choice but to respond with "Hi~Hi~".

As for Yuji, he only saw Yamamoto's usual optimistic and innocent smile, so he also had the same expression of displeasure.However, he didn't notice that there was a trace of worry in the ordinary smiles of the people around him.

——Leader...how exactly are you...

Coming out of the classroom, Reborn didn't stop until he walked to an abandoned department studio.

It is said to be abandoned, and the Munakata can only be seen from the old notice posted at the door and the dusty outer window sill. Its internal structure has been changed beyond recognition by someone who has rudely occupied the site.

Obviously, apart from the friends who have been with him for several years, Bing Shengzhong's chairman is also quite tolerant of Reborn, who is capable and good at handling things.

After a long silence, Reborn said lightly: "Youni and I went to see you this morning... Xanxus is in a bad mood."

What Reborn didn't elaborate on was that the arrival of him and Youni awakened Zhou Fang, who seemed to be sleeping badly, and then fully understood where all the fears of the boss in Varia came from—the strongest in the world. A powerful indiscriminate attack under low air pressure—even Reborn couldn't help but get rough.If he hadn't noticed something was wrong after ringing the doorbell a few times, he immediately backed away, and the other party woke up in time, and closed the manic expansion of the sanctuary, let alone retreating, could he protect Youni from the raging red flames? Leaving is a problem.

Just this sentence was enough for Munakata to understand the situation.How could he not know how reckless that person was.In the past, if the members of the barbarian clan were not injured by the red power, and there was a high-efficiency sedative, ten doses of tatara, which were almost on standby at any time, it would not be possible for the accident to be just a bar.

Naturally, Reborn didn't know what Munakata was thinking, he only saw a plausible smile on Fang Xianglai's calm face.

"Don't worry, he knows what to do."

Hearing this still flat tone, Reborn's bad mood got even worse. "I didn't worry about that kind of thing."

"Indeed, there is no need."

Looking up, the afterglow of the setting sun made his vision slightly hazy, but the light red color was still clear, lingering in his memory.

Looking at the familiar arc on that face, the undisguised ice-cold and firm, unrepentant belief, but not the same as before, Reborn's keen intuition vaguely captured something, but it was not particularly clear...

This, is it impossible...

Suddenly, "Ah, in the current situation, this doesn't seem to be the point."

Smiling, he casually mentioned another topic, "In the end, it's the succession of the Mist. I heard that the first generation of Mist...is different."

Reborn looked at his former students, current collaborators, and the well-known... leader, and decades of unusual experience made him make an unexpected decision.

"...Then, do you want Mukuro to come out?"

Probably this is why, Mingming can't help but deeply hate his ubiquitous coldness and desire to control, he will still work with this person in this absolute calmness that cuts off his personal emotions, past, present, and maybe still --future.

—They are the same kind of people.

And he had to admit that after gradually realizing a certain inevitability in the future... this is an extremely lucky thing.

In this, the world on the verge of collapse.