May I Be Reborn in Namimori Town

"Even Bleach is having a second spring, so when will my Katekyo Hitman Reborn! Simon Family Arc and the Arcobaleno Curse Arc get an anime adaptation?" our protagonist sighed while looking at the Thousand-Year Blood War Arc on his screen.

His name was Tian Gang, though his friends called him A Gang. His biggest hobbies were watching anime, with Katekyo Hitman Reborn! and Bleach being his two absolute favorites. Both series had previously been cut short before their stories could be completed.

Now, the Bleach anime had launched the Thousand-Year Blood War Arc, while the continuation of Katekyo Hitman Reborn! remained a distant, unreachable dream.

A Gang fiddled with the fully unlocked Sky Ring in his hand, feeling quite sentimental. It was a small craft item he had accidentally bought on his way home.

The ring's band was primarily black and gold, with the Vongola crest decorating the center. The words "Vongola Family" were engraved around the emblem, and six colored gemstones—red, blue, yellow, green, purple, and indigo—were embedded around it, symbolizing the six guardians of the family.

In his youth, A Gang's love for Katekyo Hitman Reborn! had led him to collect the entire set of rings that appeared in the anime. However, because this unlocked Sky Ring didn't quite match his aesthetic at the time, it was the only one missing from his collection.

After buying the ring at the stall, A Gang had intended to rewatch the Katekyo Hitman Reborn! anime to reminisce about his lost youth.

Unexpectedly, upon opening his computer, the first thing he saw was the update for Bleach. Being a fan of Bleach as well, A Gang naturally shouted "Bankai!" and opened the latest episode.

As for the newly purchased Sky Ring, it could only be placed into the jewelry box that held his other rings, amidst A Gang's sighs.

"Oh well, oh well. I'll catch up on Reborn! later. I have no regrets entering the world of Reborn! in this life; in the next, I wish to be born in Namimori Town."

With the regret that a second season of Reborn! was nowhere in sight, A Gang closed the jewelry box. However, his mood quickly shifted; watching the art style of Bleach, which remained at the forefront of trends, made him excited.

This was it—the art style and aesthetic of the characters, which looked distinctively cool from every angle, were exactly why A Gang loved Bleach and Katekyo Hitman Reborn!.

What A Gang didn't know was that as he excitedly shouted "Bankai!", the Sky Ring he had placed in the jewelry box emitted a faint flame.

The screen in front of A Gang grew brighter and brighter with that shout, gradually swallowing him whole.

Waking up in a daze, A Gang found that his room seemed to have grown a size larger, and his surroundings felt extremely unfamiliar. Just as he prepared to spring up, a series of faint memories surfaced in his mind.

There was no specific content, only the general layout of a house, a gentle Mom, and a strong Dad who always loved to tease him. That was all.

A Gang roughly understood what was going on. If he wasn't dreaming, then he had transmigrated into the body of a child who had just learned to speak. That was why there were no specific memories. The mere thought of it made him drowsy, so he decided to just sleep for now.

"Little Tsuna, time to eat~"

"Coming, Mom."

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

"Talking nonsense again. Dad came home from the construction site, not Italy." Mom gently corrected Little Tsuna while helping him set the table.

"Nana, is A Gang spreading rumors about me again?" Dad's deep, gruff voice rang out. He was dressed in a white undershirt, work overalls, and a hard hat—the very image of a construction worker.

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

"You brat, where would I find Italians at a construction site? It's just a bunch of rough guys," Dad said, pinching Little Tsuna's cheek with a grin.

"Oh my, go wash up quickly. It's time to eat." Mom pushed the sweaty Dad into the shower.

Watching his parents' retreating backs, a flash of regret crossed Little Tsuna's eyes. He had been in this world for several years now and was already in the second grade of elementary school. How could this scoundrel of a father be so good at hiding things? There wasn't a single flaw.

His gentle mother, Sawada Nana; his robust father, Sawada Iemitsu, who worked away from home year-round; plus his own name, Sawada Tsunayoshi; and the fact that he was currently attending Namimori Elementary School—all of these made Tsuna quite certain that he had transmigrated into the world of Katekyo Hitman Reborn!.

Since then, Tsuna had tried all sorts of ways to probe his father, wanting to see if he was the legendary External Advisor of the Vongola, or even trying to see if he could make contact with the Vongola people early or learn how to use the Dying Will Flame.

The reason he asked his father if he had Italian friends was because Tsuna remembered the Ninth Vongola coming to visit the protagonist when he was young. He didn't know why the old man hadn't appeared yet, even though he was already in second grade. In a few more years, when he reached middle school, the plot would already be starting.

Tsuna touched the Sky Ring hanging around his neck. He had found it under his pillow after he transmigrated. He had originally thought he could learn to ignite the Dying Will Flame through sheer determination, just like in the anime.

As it turned out, no matter how hard Tsuna tried, the Sky Ring didn't change in the slightest. Come to think of it, this was the unlocked Sky Ring—it was clearly the craft item he had bought himself. The current Vongola Rings were still sealed and looked nothing like this.

In the end, Tsuna could only keep it hanging around his neck as a memento. After all, it was the only thing that had accompanied him through his transmigration.

Regardless of whether he could ignite the Dying Will Flame now, Tsuna felt he should prepare for future battles. So, he joined a sports club in elementary school to make his body stronger, providing himself with a bit more insurance for the future.

Over these years, Tsuna had constantly probed his mysterious father, yet after careful observation, his father didn't seem mysterious at all; he really seemed to be just an ordinary worker at a construction company.

The smell of sawdust and dirt on his father couldn't be faked. Surely his father wouldn't go out of his way to disguise himself with the scent of building materials every time he came home, right?

As Tsuna was lost in thought, his father finished washing up, and Mom brought all the dishes to the table.

"Ahem, before we start eating, I have an announcement to make," Sawada Iemitsu coughed and said, putting on airs.

"What is it?" Tsuna asked, playing along slightly. "Don't tell me you're taking us on a trip to Italy, Dad?"

"Can't your head hold anything other than Italy?" Iemitsu ruffled Tsuna's spiky hair even more messily. "You're somewhat close, I suppose. But it's not a trip—it's moving house."

"Moving to Italy?"

Tsuna became interested at the mention of this. He hadn't found any familiar characters from Reborn! at Namimori Elementary, which had led him to doubt whether he had really transmigrated into that world. Moving to Italy might finally confirm if this was the world of the Mafia.

"Not Italy," Iemitsu said, resting his chin on his hand and looking at Tsuna with doting eyes. "It's all because of you, kid. Always going on about how amazing your old man is."

"To live up to your expectations, I had to give it my all at work. After years of hard work, I've finally been recognized by the company's top brass."

"According to the company plan, I'm about to take office as the president of a newly opened branch. I won't have much time to come back then, so I've planned for our whole family to move there."

Sawada Iemitsu asked proudly, "How about that? I've answered your expectations. Now you can say you're the son of a president. Isn't that much better than the 'advisor' you keep talking about? Once I get to the new company, I'll hire a few advisors to show you what it's like."

Shocked—he was truly shocked. Tsuna couldn't react for a moment and could only blankly turn his head to ask Nana if this was true.

"It's true, Little Tsuna. You don't know how much motivation you gave your father. You played a part in his promotion this time." Unlike his father, Mom gently smoothed out the hair his father had messed up.

"Heh heh..."

Sawada Tsunayoshi gave an awkward laugh; no matter how he looked at it, he never would have guessed that his own probing of his old man had spurred him to work harder, indirectly leading to his promotion.

If that were the case, didn't it confirm the fact that his old man was just an ordinary construction worker? If so, then things like the Italian Mafia or the Vongola didn't exist at all?

No wonder Tsuna couldn't find any trace of the Sasagawa Siblings or Yamamoto Takeshi at Namimori Elementary School. There was only one reason: this wasn't the world of Reborn! at all. Fine, he had originally wanted to see if the Arcobaleno were as cute as they were in the anime.

Tsuna let out a soft sigh, and Nana asked, "What's wrong, Little Tsuna? Is the food not to your liking?"

"No, Mom, the food is delicious," Tsuna said. He was just lamenting the fact that his script for becoming a mafia boss was drifting further and further away.

Tsuna quickly recovered, wearing a smile on his face. Although it was a bit of a pity that this wasn't the world of Reborn!, having a gentle mother and a father who was a company executive in this world didn't seem like such a bad thing. He would just treat it as living another life.

"By the way, Dad, where are we planning to move?" Tsuna finally remembered to ask the important question, looking at his father with a chicken leg hanging from his mouth.

"Have you even learned all the street names in your current neighborhood, 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'll know it..." Tsuna mumbled vaguely. In truth, he wasn't all that concerned; just as Iemitsu said, he had never left Namimori Town. Aside from Italy, moving anywhere else wouldn't really make much of a difference to him.

"Fine, just remember that the place our family is going to live next is called Karakura Town."

Clatter. The chicken leg dropped onto the table, and Tsuna's mouth hung wide open. He certainly wouldn't forget what kind of place Karakura Town was; wasn't that the home base of the protagonist from the anime he watched before he transmigrated?

Could it be?