May I Be Reborn in Namimori Town

"Even Bleach had gotten a second wind. When would the Simon Family Arc and the Arcobaleno Curse Arc of Katekyo Hitman Reborn! finally get animated?" Our protagonist sighed as he watched the Thousand-Year Blood War Arc on the screen.

His name was Tian Gang, though his friends called him A Gang. His greatest hobby was watching anime, and Reborn! and Bleach were his two favorites. Both series had once been cut short before their stories could be fully adapted.

Now, Bleach had begun the Thousand-Year Blood War Arc, while Reborn!'s later arcs remained nowhere in sight.

A Gang turned the fully unlocked Sky Ring in his hand with considerable melancholy. It was a small craft item he had happened to buy on his way home.

The ring was mainly black and gold, with the Vongola Family crest at its center. The words "Vongola Family" were engraved around the emblem, while six gems of different colors—red, blue, yellow, green, purple, and indigo—were set around it, representing the six guardians of the family.

When he was younger, A Gang had tried collecting the entire set of rings and accessories that had appeared in Reborn! out of his love for the series. However, since this unlocked Sky Ring did not suit his tastes at the time, it was the only piece missing from his complete set.

After buying the ring from the little stall, A Gang had originally intended to rewatch Reborn! and reminisce about his lost youth.

But after turning on his computer, the first thing he saw was a new Bleach episode. As someone who liked Bleach just as much, A Gang naturally shouted, "Bankai!" and opened the newest episode.

As for the Sky Ring he had just bought, he could only place it inside the jewelry box containing his other rings amid a wistful sigh.

"Fine, fine. I'll catch up on Reborn! slowly later. No regrets entering Reborn! in this life; may I be reborn in Namimori Town in the next."

With the regret that Reborn! Season 2 remained far beyond reach, A Gang closed the jewelry box. However, he quickly recovered his mood. Seeing Bleach's art style, still at the forefront of fashion, made him excited.

This was it. This character design, this aesthetic—no matter the angle, every character looked distinct and cool. That was why A Gang liked Bleach and Reborn!.

What A Gang did not know was that when he excitedly shouted "Bankai," the Sky Ring he had placed inside the jewelry box emitted a faint flame.

The screen before him grew brighter and brighter following that cry of "Bankai," gradually swallowing him whole.

When he woke in a daze, A Gang found that his room seemed to have become much larger. His surroundings were utterly unfamiliar. Just as he was about to spring up, faint fragments of memory surfaced in his mind.

There was nothing specific—only the rough layout of the house, a gentle mother, and a strong father who always liked teasing him. Then it ended.

A Gang roughly understood what had happened. If this was not a dream, then he had transmigrated into the body of a child who had just learned to speak. That was why there was no detailed information in his memories. Merely thinking about it made him sleepy. Whatever. Sleep first.

"Little Tsuna, dinner's ready~"

"Coming, Mom."

"Mom, there's so much food. Did Dad come back from Italy?" Little Tsuna asked.

"You're talking nonsense again. Your father came home from the construction site, not Italy." Mom gently corrected Little Tsuna as she set out his utensils.

"Nana, is A Gang spreading rumors about me again?" Dad's thick voice rang out. He wore a white undershirt beneath work clothes and a safety helmet, looking exactly like a construction worker.

"Dad, didn't you bring back any Italian friends?" Little Tsuna peered toward the door.

"You brat, where would a construction site get Italians? It's all a bunch of burly men." Dad bared his teeth as he pinched Little Tsuna's cheek.

"Oh, go take a shower already. Dinner's about to start." Mom pushed Dad, covered in sweat, into the shower room.

As he watched his parents' backs, a trace of regret flashed through Little Tsuna's eyes. He had been in this world for several years already and was now in the second grade of elementary school. Why had this bastard father of his concealed himself so perfectly, without exposing even the slightest flaw?

A gentle mother, Sawada Nana; a strong father, Sawada Iemitsu, who worked away from home year-round; his own name, Sawada Tsunayoshi; and the Namimori Elementary School he attended—all of it made Tsuna certain that he had transmigrated into the world of Reborn!.

After that, Tsuna had repeatedly probed his father in every possible way, wanting to see whether he was the legendary Vongola outside advisor. He had even wanted to see whether he could get in touch with Vongola members ahead of time or learn how to use Dying Will Flame in advance.

The reason he had asked whether Dad had Italian friends was because Tsuna remembered that the Ninth Vongola had visited the protagonist when he was a child. Yet he was already in second grade, so why had the old Ninth Vongola not appeared? In a few more years, once he entered middle school, the story would begin.

Tsuna touched the Sky Ring hanging around his neck. He had found it beneath his pillow after transmigrating. At first, he had thought he could imitate the anime and ignite Dying Will Flame through sheer resolve.

Yet no matter how hard Tsuna tried, the Sky Ring did not change in the slightest. Thinking about it, that made sense. This was the unlocked Sky Ring, clearly the craft item he had bought himself. The real Vongola Rings were still sealed and looked nothing like this ring.

In the end, Tsuna could only wear it around his neck as a memento. After all, it was the only thing that had accompanied him across worlds.

Whether he could ignite Dying Will Flame now or not, Tsuna still felt he should prepare for future battles. So, in elementary school, he joined a sports club and trained his body to become a little stronger. That would give him a little more security when he fought in the future.

Over the past few years, Tsuna had constantly probed this mysterious father of his. Yet after careful observation, his mysterious father did not seem all that mysterious. He really seemed to be nothing more than an ordinary construction worker.

The smell of sawdust and dirt on Dad could not be faked. It was not as if Dad deliberately disguised himself with the scent of construction materials every time before coming home, right?

While Tsuna's thoughts ran wild, Dad had already finished washing up, and Mom had placed all the dishes on the table.

"Cough, cough. Before we eat, I have something to announce." Sawada Iemitsu cleared his throat and put on airs.

"What?" Tsuna played along slightly. "Don't tell me you're taking us to Italy for a vacation, Dad?"

"Is Italy the only thing your little brain can hold?" Iemitsu grumbled as he ruffled Tsuna's spiky hair even messier. "You're sort of close, but it's not a vacation. We're moving."

"Moving to Italy?"

That immediately caught Tsuna's interest. He had not found anyone familiar from Reborn! at Namimori Elementary School, which had once made him doubt whether he had actually transmigrated into the world of Reborn!. If they moved to Italy, perhaps he could truly confirm whether this was a mafia world.

"Not Italy." Iemitsu propped up his chin and looked at Tsuna with an indulgent expression. "Isn't it because you, kid? You keep talking all day about how amazing your old man is."

"To live up to your expectations, your old man had no choice but to work with all his might. After all these years of effort, I've finally earned recognition from the higher-ups at the company."

"According to the company's plans, I'll soon become president of a newly opened branch. By then, I won't have any time to come home at all, so I plan for our whole family to move there together."

Sawada Iemitsu asked proudly, "Well? Your old man lived up to your expectations. Now you can call yourself the son of a company president. Isn't that much better than the advisor you keep talking about? Once I get to the new company, I'll even hire a few advisors to open your eyes."

Shocked. He was genuinely shocked. Tsuna could not react for a moment and could only turn his head blankly to ask Nana whether it was true.

"It's true, Little Tsuna. You don't know how much motivation you gave your father. You deserve some credit for his promotion this time." Unlike Dad, Mom calmly smoothed down the hair Dad had messed up.

"Hehe..."

Sawada Tsunayoshi laughed awkwardly. No matter how he thought about it, he had never expected his attempts to test Dad would encourage him to work harder and indirectly lead to his promotion.

Did that not confirm that Dad really was just an ordinary construction worker? If so, did that mean Italian mafia and Vongola and all that simply did not exist?

No wonder Tsuna could not find the Sasagawa Siblings or Yamamoto Takeshi anywhere at Namimori Elementary School. There was only one reason: this was not the world of Reborn! at all. Fine. He had originally wanted to see whether the Arcobaleno were as cute as they were in the anime.

Tsuna sighed softly. Nana asked, "What's wrong, Little Tsuna? Is the food not to your taste?"

"No, Mom. The food is delicious," Tsuna said. He was merely lamenting that his mafia boss script was slipping farther and farther away.

Tsuna quickly recovered and smiled. Although it was a little regrettable that this was not the world of Reborn!, having a gentle mother and a company-president father in this world did not seem impossible to accept. He would just treat it as living another life.

"By the way, Dad, where are we moving to?" Only then did Tsuna remember that he had not asked the important question yet. With a chicken drumstick in his mouth, he looked at his father.

"Do you even know all the street names around here, kid? Wherever we move will be a new environment for you. Instead of worrying about that, you should think about saying a proper goodbye to your classmates," Iemitsu said.

"Just tell me... Maybe... I know it..." Tsuna said indistinctly. In truth, he was not too concerned. As Iemitsu had said, he had never left Namimori Town. Other than Italy, moving anywhere would not make much difference to him.

"All right. Remember this—the place our family will be living from now on is called Karakura Town."

With a clatter, the chicken drumstick fell onto the table. Tsuna's mouth hung wide open. He could never forget what Karakura Town was—it was the home base of the protagonist from the anime he had watched before transmigrating.

Could it be?