"It was such a simple wish, such a simple request." Tsunayoshi Sawada unconsciously clutched the fabric over his chest. "Why couldn't it come true?"
Was that world simply too cruel? For the first time, Tsunayoshi Sawada truly understood what humanity's destruction meant. Before this, Byakuran Gesso had destroyed the world too, but he had used the Tri-ni-sette rather than slaughtering humans en masse. He had certainly put pressure on the Vongola, but ordinary people hadn't faced that same oppressive atmosphere.
After all, being destroyed without knowing what was coming and meeting extinction after struggling against a known fate were two entirely different experiences.
"Don't overthink it, Tsuna." Reborn stood on his student's shoulder, as though lending him an invisible strength. "Just do what you want to do."
And the entire Vongola would support him.
"Tsk, tsk. So this is the Italian mafia. Love it, love it." Osamu Dazai's voice dripped with sarcasm. Anger had been burning inside him all along-disgust at himself, hatred of his own helplessness. With nowhere to vent it, of course he seized every opportunity to torment Mori Ōgai. "Shouldn't you reflect on yourself, Mr. Mori? How embarrassing."
The smile on Mori Ōgai's lips stiffened. You little brat, Dazai. You never wish me well. You never think of me when something good happens, but you always drag me into the bad. "Well, it is the birthplace of the mafia, and he is the godfather of the Italian mafia. I'm just an ordinary boss of the Port Mafia, confined to Yokohama, Japan."
"True. Even the words 'Port Mafia' sound so lame." Osamu Dazai had completely forgotten that he had once been an executive himself and mocked it without mercy.
"Shut up, mackerel!" Chūya Nakahara glared at Osamu Dazai. If they hadn't been in the theater, where violence was