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A fire shadow’s will

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Minato said goodbye to her son and observed how he cried. She would have given much to be able to hold him, to take care of him. If she hadn't left Obito for dead... She would have been able to raise him, to see how he grew up and his first words being ‘hahaue’ or ‘mama’ or even, if Kakashi had been his babysitter, ‘kaka-nii’.

But she had, her students had suffered, and a lot of people had died, and Naruto had had to live alone. Neither Kakashi nor Jiraiya being able to take care of him for fear of people knowing whose son he was. The only link with his mothers that he had been able to keep had been Kushina’s surname (it would have been Minato’s too if they had married), and people had probably understood it as a mere symbol of friendship with the long lost Uzumaki clan.

She had failed the son that she and Kushina had been trying three years to have with the help of several medic-nin experts in genetics.

Minato's body finally disappeared completely and somehow he felt like she had been trapped inside the Shinigami‘s stomach. Again.

There was something of about it tough.

Kushina had been her best friend before they married, and she had loved her, she had felt attracted to her, but Minato had always felt like she wasn't like his peers, she wasn't an enthusiast of sex, adolescence with Jiraiya being his sensei had been... Awkward.

She didn't feel excited about breasts, she didn’t feel excited about long shapely legs or smooth muscle-less skin (the last thing being practical in a village where everyone had a considerable muscle mass, even the if the civilians liked to think that kunoichi complied with their beauty standards).

Jiraiya had tried to see if she liked breast-less chests and straight hips more, but it was all the same for Minato. People. She could have fun with any of them, but it as more enjoyable if she loved them. Man or woman, it didn't matter to her.

When she looked down her body and saw a scrawny teenager girl’s instead of a grown one’s she freaked out, but she had little time for it, as she soon fainted from the onslaught of memories and emotions pertaining to a 13 year old Sawada Tsuna.

Or was Sawada Tsuna instead, who fainted for the pressure of the memories of Namikaze Minato, Yondaime Hokage?


She didn’t know who she was, Minato or Tsuna? But she figured it didn’t really matter and concentrated on opening her eyes.

There was a very cute girl kneeling in front of her… Kyoko-chan?

“Oh! Tsuna-chan! Are you ok?” she asked with concern “You shouldn’t run with only your underwear on!”

“Tsk!” a boy sigly older than her spat nearby, she couldn't really remember their name, something that starts with ‘Mochi’ and that he was their senpai “You shouldn’t care about a pervert like this, Kyoko!”

Oh! Mochida-sempai! The kendo club’s captain. Wait, underwear? Pervert? They were naked!

Mina-Tsuna tried to cover herself and ran away, ignoring Kyoko-chan’s cry.

When she finally made it home mom wasn’t (luckily) there, so she didn’t have to explain things to her. She went towards her room and, after putting some clothes on, dropped on the floor, thinking.

‘I, well… Minato died. What I am supposed to do after this? Do I want to do anything? Naruto was already an adult the last time I saw him. How much time has passed? Thirteen? Like the age of Sawada Tsuna? Or more? I suppose that I could investigate for internet… There should be something there…’

A tiny foot kicked her, interrupting their train of thought, and they had to stand up again. The culprit had been a baby with a suit (what was a ‘suit’?), and now she remembered. The baby-tutor had been the one to shoot her.

“I came there to raise you to become a proper mafia boss; this level of awareness is unacceptable”.

‘Cut me some slack’ thought Mina-Tsuna ‘I’m trying to process being two persons at once’.

“A mafia boss? Why? Also, you shoot me, why I’m not dead?”

And so, Reborn explained to her their genetic link to the first boss of the mafia family, Vongola, the death of the tree viable heirs and the function of Dying Will Bullets.

“But, couldn’t anyone else make a better heir?” she asked ‘And I assume that it isn’t normal to remember… a past life? When shot with Dying Will Bullets’.

“Only blood related people can inherit” told her Reborn, without an ounce of compassion.

Her Tsuna-part wanted to cry, the Minato-part tried to rationalise it while Reborn went to sleep. Thanks to Minato’s ninja background (as if being one of the strongest ninja could be considered ‘background’), the traps didn’t startle her.

‘I, well, my Tsuna-part doesn’t have any ambition, would it be so bad to do what he (after an investigation, of course) wants? Maybe there it is considered wrong to do what a mafia does, but if I was the boss I could make it nice-r and I would have the monetary and social power to protect everyone I love. Maybe it’s only mom (it’s strange to have a mom after twenty and some years of being an orphan) now, but I’m pretty sure that with a higher confidence than a normal teenager I will make some friends. If I don’t find a way back, of course’

Objective of the mission, well, of her life established she went to sleep, back against the wall (she didn’t know Reborn enough to allow a more vulnerable position), and prayed for Minato’s ninja skills regarding light sleep to carry on to Tsuna.

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Tsuna woke up with Reborn in front of her, grenade in hand, and she got up immediately. Reborn only smirked enigmatically.

The rest of the day wasn’t any better; Mochida-senpai challenged her to a duel for Kyoko-chan’s honour (he thought that she was a guy that liked wearing girl’s underclothes!), thought the ‘price’ he proposed made her blood boil. She didn’t accept any of the gear she was offered and punched Mochida to the face, telling him to not treat women (her being one of them somehow not being mentioned) as toys. Mochida fell to the ground with a broken nose. Kyoko-chan thanked her and Tsuna blushed, while Ryouhei pondered that she was too cute to be a boy after all (somehow he was the only one to realise it, even if his logic was, somewhat, flawed).

When she talked again to Reborn she had the impression that he was smiling, more than smirking, approvingly.

Next day was almost (the wake-up call was identical as the one of the day before) unremarkable. But the following one definitely wasn’t.

The teacher presented them Gokudera Hayato, a pretty half-Italian teenager with anger issues. If she hadn’t remembered being Minato, now Tsuna would be shaking like a leaf. Instead, she used Minato’s ultimate weapon: She smiled placidly at him. Gokudera blushed, all his muscles spasmed, and he averted his eyes. The class passed without accident.

After, tough, Gokudera found her and challenged her to a fight (what was with people and fights lately?), her body didn’t respond quickly enough, and Reborn shoot her again. Suddenly all was clear, her body moved as she wanted it to and all the dynamite sticks were safely defused. Gokudera prostrated in front of her and promised his undying loyalty.

“Gokudera-kun!” she exclaimed, there was no way she was permitting this, even if her Minato-part was used to it “Nothing of ‘Juudaime’, just call me by my name, if you want to use an honorific so be it, but you can’t go shouting about the mafia for the world to hear!” and maybe if he used her name more than her title he could be a friend instead of a subordinate (not that she wouldn’t defend him anyway).

Gokudera looking stricken, he bowed again.

“Of course, T-Tsuna-sama!” he shouted, well, at least it was better.

Then she looked at Reborn, who, for some reason looked surprised. Maybe because she had responded unlike a teenager normally would?

“Aren’t you tired?” he asked.


“You are still on fire, dame-Tsuna” he told her.

On fire? Tsuna looked at a window and saw that yes, she (or more precisely her forehead) was on fire. At least her clothes hadn’t exploded like last time.

Then the flames went off, and let her feeling empty, there had been a… connection, she had felt closer to Reborn and Gokudera and she had been able to feel other people nearby, how strange.

Next day there was another (miss)adventure. Nedzu-sensei tried to get her (and Gokudera, now ‘Hayato-kun’) expulsed using the exam that her Tsuna-self had failed.

Half the playground almost ceased to exist the same day. Oh, and Nedzu-sensei was the one expulsed instead.

Yamamoto-kun, Tsuna decided, was an angel. He was the only one that let her join his team at PE (with the boys, as expected the teachers didn’t know she was a girl either), thought, her body as badly coordinated without the strange forehead flames as it was, she made them lose.

He asked her what should he do about his average in baseball practice drooping. Her Tsuna-self shrugged her Minato-self tough…

“I’m not exactly an expert, Yamamoto-kun. But… if you have been practicing this much shouldn’t you rest for a while? Maybe you need a bit of rest, even if you like something a lot you need to stop from time to time…”

Yamamoto-kun nodded, with his brows uncharacteristically furrowed and they parted ways.

Next day Yamamoto-kun was on the roof. Preparing to jump. She ran to him and tried to convince him not to.

“Let it go Tsuna, I didn’t listen to you and now I’m paying the consequences” he said.

She looked at him, horrified, what was happening to Yamamoto Takeshi in his daily life to warrant suicide over a broken arm? Was it the peer pressure to play basketball like he had no team backing him up? Something else?

At the end both of them fell, and the Dying Will Bullet saved her life again when it gave her the ability of graving Yamamoto mid-air and of running using the wall as if it was the ground until hitting the ground in a roll. All in perfect control of her emotions and her clothes on, unlike the first time but like when she had avoided getting exploded a couple of days earlier. She tried using chakra to adhere to the wall at first, but it was uncontrolled and only gave a the feel of having a low grade adhesive on her shoe’s sole.

Once safely on the ground, she received the permission from Yamamoto-kun to call him ‘Takeshi’ (without honorific, really awkward for her teenager self) and decided, after hearing people comment that it had all been a joke, to contact Takeshi’s father about the situation. A few days after Takeshi had an appointment with a psychologist. The connection she had felt faintly while falling to their deaths had intensified and could be felt without the flames active.

The next months there were more weird (for Tsuna’s standards) things happening:

First was the Russian roulette, only two words: frightening and embarrassing, for a bisexual teenager at least (she was sure that Reborn had been laughing at her all the time);

Reborn’s way of teaching was, literally, explosive. She had started using Minato’s knowledge after the first lesson;

The first appearance of Lambo, that brought another level of craziness with him (the 10 year bazooka was something she would have expected from a crazy scientist like the Nidaime, Senju Tobirama), this particular series of accidents gave Minato a new appreciation for her gennin (Kakashi, Rin and Obito) maturity in time of war;

Followed by Bianchi (her, and Hayato’s, poor stomach), and teenager Lambo getting his face caked with poison;

Miura Haru, that at first, Tsuna mistook for a paedophile, but she was only… overt with her affections;

The poor red headed kid her age, the boy had fainted at the end;

Sasagawa Ryouhei, he reminded her of Gai and it had been easy to become friends with him, though strangely this connection she had started feeling with strong people nearby hadn't appeared with him;

Dr Shamal, this one reminded her of Jiraiya-sensei and not in a good way (at least sensei had kept his hands to himself). Tough his medical expertise reminded her more of Tsunade-sama, or perhaps more of Orochimaru-san? An Aburame perhaps?;

Her first meeting with the Disciplinary Committee’s (more like a badly hidden band of tugs) Chairman: Hibari Kyoya, she had started feeling a (not really strong) connection with him too;

The living zombie Moretti accident had been, retrospectively, fun;

I-Pin, the explosive girl, had wormed her way to her heart, she was curious of what was going on with the Triads tough;

Dino’s badass (no it wasn’t because he looked like a male Minato) first appearance. He seemed impressed with her calm at the face of Reborn’s antics; and thankfully (for her sanity) he looked really high-strung when something even out of Minato’s comprehension occurred;

Fuuta had been a hit or miss, Tsuna was thankful from it being a solid miss that didn’t out her as somebody that remembered another life;

Naito Longchamp (weirdest teenager ever), was… better NOT remembered;

Colonello (she hadn’t wanted to show Reborn any progress with mafia related matters so he had ended training them) and Skull (Reborn’s fellow Arcobalenos) at Mafia Land had been strong, if a bit too ridiculous. She thought that it would have been interesting (against the saner, non-ninja, part of her mind) to spar with them as Minato, her abilities were pitiful in Tsuna’s body;

Giannini and, secondhandedly, Verde (another Arcobaleno) had been an experience. Hayato-kun had lasted a week as a kid and it had been fun, but weird.

And in between of meeting this new and interesting people there had been plenty of chaos. In no particular order:

Reborn’s ‘family entrance test’; the summer classes; the Athletic Fest (at that point she had regained a part (a really little part) of Minato’s physical prowess and somehow managed to not use a Dying Will Bullet, also, Ryouhei was right, smoking was bad for the health);

Bianchi improving her poison cooking skills;  Lambo coming to (Tsuna’s) school; Reborn’s birthday party (oh my God, Hayato you lack common sense); Kyoko and Haru almost dying (dammit Bianchi!); the three thief brothers accident (the least said, the better); the hospital chaos and the jungle ‘Enzilla’; new year’s celebration followed with Hayato’s crazy (and mostly useless) training;

The clusterfuck at parent’s presentation day that she didn’t understand how no one remembered;

Valentine’s Day (why did every boy that she knew want her chocolates?) had been solved giving friendship chocolate to all her friends;

The snow battle (why did I-Pin have a crush on Hibari-senpai?), her connection with Hayato getting more notable when they had fought side-to-side;

She discovering that she looked like Minato (minus coloration) when frowning after a comment of ‘You’re so cute when you’re pouting Tsu-chan!’ from her mom and looking at the mirror with the same expression;

Takeshi’s (far more useful than Hayato’s) training; teenager I-Pin vs the dojo challengers; the week of adult Lambo in young Lambo’s body (Hana was a bit… superficial);

Hibari-senpai getting the Sakura Disorientation Syndrome, she should have Shamal heal him, really, that wasn’t safe; the wedding that wasn’t (Bianchi was crazy); her ‘learning’ how to swim (more like relearning with another body);

The fight (without Dying Will Bullets again!) side to side with Hibari-senpai at the summer festival. They kicked ass, it was almost like fighting side to side with a murderous but less stab-friendly (only because the weapon of choice were tonfas) Kakashi. Reborn had looked impressed and she had started feeling the connection with him without flames too, he had the equivalent of a freak-out (she felt it) for a few days after it. He had been back with a vengeance to his sadistic self, tough. She was officially scarred for life, Jiraiya-sensei had been more lenient, at the bright side she now had the physical endurance of a special jounin (without chakra, it was difficult to use it with untrained chakra coils);

Ah, Haru getting a crush on her, and saying it out loud to everyone to hear: embarrassing and completely outputting (she was a child! Her crush on Kyoko had suffered a swift death after Mochida’s accident);

She only had one question, why was this world (yes she hadn’t found any information about ninjas that wasn't centuries old) so crazy? Or was it Reborn’s fault?

And finally it happened… the first attack towards the Disciplinary Committee.

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And finally it happened… the first attack towards the Disciplinary Committee.


It all started with eight prefects getting their teeth extracted. Just after, Ryouhei was attacked (with a slight pause for the ridiculous excuse he had explained to Kyoko-chan. That she had actually believed that her brother had climbed the chimney in the bathhouse for nothing told a lot about the Sasagawa siblings), somebody had taken 5 of his teeth.

The culprits had attacked other students, like Mochida-senpai (still with a crooked nose from her punch, she couldn’t avoid the smirk at the thought).

Kusakabe-san calmed people a lot when he had a conversation with another Committee member out loud (there was no way it wasn’t on purpose) about Hibari-senpai going after the culprits. Tsuna tough, had a bad feeling about it, and not only because Reborn said that Leon’s tail falling off was a bad sign.

The next day Kusakabe-san got hospitalized, lacking 4 teeth.  

Tsuna saw a pattern, Fuuta’s ranking from before her improvement (training of hell), and she ran to find Hayato-kun and Takeshi.

They found Hayato-kun fighting a boy with yoyos as his weapon of choice. When the boy heard him addressing her as ‘Tsuna-sama’ he attacked. Tsuna cursed her slowness, as Hayato-kun leapt in front of her and received the attack for her, the boy left when Takeshi proved to be too much for him in his injured state.

They brought Hayato (she wouldn’t be using honorifics anymore with someone who had risked his life for her) to Shamal, with a... slight disagreement.

“I don’t treat men” Shamal committed the error of saying in front of her. She grabbed him from the front of his shirt so quickly (god, she was regaining speed) that he was unable to avoid her.

“Listen to me, mega-pervert” she told him, glaring “Or you heal him or you will have to pray for a doctor to heal you, because you will not be able to move”.

Shamal looked terrified, Reborn had an aura of… pride around him. Figures, the sadist would be proud at her responding like that when people pissed her off.

And then Reborn gave to her the mission parameters (even if she didn’t want tomatoes as recompense, pocket money would have done). Reborn only had a Dying Will Bullet left, so she was going to use gennin survival tacticsTM if the enemy proved being too strong.

Hayato, Takeshi and Bianchi decided to come with her and Reborn, and team… she would think of a name. A team was born.

After getting food (Takeshi’s and Bianchi’s doing) team NinBombSushiPoison (temporal name) headed for the abandoned Kokuyo Centre.

They were ambushed by a beast-boy and Takeshi got to fight him. He seemed to take it as a game, but, like Tsuna could feel Reborn’s real emotions, she could sense Takeshi’s seriousness. The beast-boy got finally beaten by Bianchi’s ruthlessness (a rock the size of her torso to the head). The next opponent, a girl who used sound waves to fight, was swiftly defeated with poison coking.

The next guy, Birds, was… creepy and she wanted to punch him, not that she could. Bianchi got to be amazing again (she wanted a big sister too!). Shamal was forgiven when he saved Kyoko-chan (and she guessed that he saved Kyoko-chan’s friend Hana-san too) and (she didn’t know how they had known) teenager Lambo and I-Pin saved Haru.

She punched him at his face (she already had broken two noses as Tsuna, maybe she would make a rounded ten in the next year).

She saw Fuuta immediately after, and Reborn prompted her to go after him, she found a boy instead. Her Minato-self was suspicious; he was way too calm for being a victim. When she returned, Takeshi was out cold and Bianchi was fighting a man who looked like the Rokudo Mukuro that the ninth boss of Vongola had ordered her to capture.

She leapt in front of Bianchi before Rokudo’s over-specific weapon hit her. Reborn shot her and she managed to stop the ball with her bare hands.

She got a strange feeling fighting the man, like she was fighting Jiraiya-sensei again for her gennin real exam, like he wasn’t really trying to kill her. Lanchia (the man’s name) resulted being the strongest man of Northern Italy; he had been under the real Rokudo’s mind control and got attacked when he told them.

They left Takeshi and Lanchia behind and Hayato stayed behind to fight the yoyo-boy again. They found the real Rokudo Mukuro in a theatre. Fuuta was with him and Bianchi got stabbed with a trident when she approached him, Fuuta was mind-controlled like Lanchia.

When Fuuta tried to stab her she ducked and put her home-made paralytics in action, Fuuta passed out. Rokudo stood up, frowning for an instant, but chuckling creepily after a moment. Reborn was giving of (for her) a confused and impressed feeling.

Then Rokudo activated his right eye that was red and it had numbers instead of a pupil. Could he even see with it? Stupid question, Sharigan and Byakugan users could see perfectly, she should be carefull. And he tried to get her into a genjutsu, tough even without trained chakra coils it was easy to snap out of it. She played around, feeling how a stronger ally’s faint chakra signature (she still didn’t get used to strong people having such weak chakra) neared. She knew that he, not like her, had the physical capability of beating this opponent.

Then Hibari-sempai entered with Hayato on his shoulder and promptly dumped him on the ground to lunge at Rokudo. Rokudo was defeated. Or that, they thought. Hibari-senpai passed out.

And then Rokudo shoot himself. While she shouted in confusion, he possessed everyone (minus Hibari-senpai who had, to quote Rokudo, fought with a body that couldn’t be used anymore) using Bianchi’s body and the trident that Fuuta had a while ago to wound them.

She felt rage while she ducked and tried to not hurt her friend’s bodies anymore, why couldn’t she use Minato’s abilities anymore. Why couldn’t she defeat Rokudo?

And then, Leon started to glow.

“Seems that your feelings about the mater don’t need to be said out loud, Tsuna” said Reborn. Leon lifted from the ground and exploded. Minato’s Hiraishin kunai fell to her hands, followed by a Dying Will Bullet.

“Curious” said Reborn “I didn’t think you would go for knives”.

She inspected the three pronged kunai. It was exactly like her old ones, minus the seal at the handle, the wrappings where white. She gave the bullet to Reborn and, after pulling a series of impressive pirouettes with the body of a baby (there was no way that his mind was less than twenty years old, he was more mature than Kakashi at 13, and he had been a genius, also, three years at most weren’t enough time to gain the well of knowledge that he had) in order to avoid being hit by Rokudo or having to fight him, Reborn didn’t waste time shooting it to her, and just when she needed it most.

And then, she somewhat heard how people knew she would win, everyone that wasn’t her mom and Hana-san, who criticised her. Suddenly she knew what she had to do: she poured the flames to her kunai, it’s wrappings turning bright orange, and threw it near the possessed body of yoyo-boy, who had the trident in his hands.

She appeared at his side and broke the weapon with a punch and proceeded to knock all the possessed people using pressure points to avoid injuring them and pirouettes still not worth Minato’s reputation.

Rokudo looked at her, speechless. Reborn felt even more surprised than before and it seemed that he had started to feel respect for her.

Feeling cornered Rokudo crushed his eye. ‘Great, more Uchiha-eye shenanigans’ And blood poured from it. He punched her with the strength of a jounin (again, without chakra, she didn’t even break a bone) and, as expected of someone her weight, she went flying. Tsuna used the fall to grab the kunai again.

She threw it behind Rokudo, who laughed before remembering what she could do, and she kicked him, he fell with a roll.

Rokudo ran towards her and threw her to another trident that was stuck on the wall but, at the last moment, she managed to teleport to the kunai still on the ground and to finally defeat him with a well-placed punch (and three broken noses for her count!).

Then Ken and Chikusa (beast-boy and yoyo-boy) woke up and explained why Mukuro and them had done all of this. He wanted to destroy the mafia for what the Estraneo, their biological Family, had done to them.

Then, Vindice, the mafia 'policemen', took them away and the medic team got to her friends.

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Once everyone got home safely, Tsuna collapsed on her bed, her Leon-made kunai clutched in her hand.

Reborn looked at her, and decided that for once he wouldn’t berate her for well-deserved rest.

Reborn didn’t know exactly what to think, at first he had dreaded having to teach to a civilian boy. And then he had to supress the urge to kill Iemitsu, because the boy was. A. Girl. And this was even worse than having to train a boy. Not because girls were less capable, but because civilians tended to coddle them too much in the physical sense.

When he had first met her he hadn’t (for his chagrin) been proved wrong: Sawada Tsuna was lazy in every sense of the word, got bad grades and lacked any sense of fashion (and he knew of what he was talking about, he didn’t just wear his suits, elegant and classy as they were, when going incognito). Her only strong point was that she was sort of cute in a ‘kicked puppy’ way.

Reborn didn’t like weak people. So he decided that if he had to suffer, the girl would too (plus, it was funny to hear her shriek).

She had been weird after she was shot with a Dying Will Bullet (DWB to abbreviate) for the first time, she seemed in shook, but he chalked it as embarrassment for being seen in her underwear by her crush.

When he had started teaching her she had been confused first, but caught on easily, too easily for someone whit a maximum of thirty percent in exams. He had been ecstatic thought; he wouldn’t have to teach to another Dino.

The second time he had shot her, she had gone straight to Hyper Dying Will Mode. He still didn’t understand how she had done that.

And stranger still, immediately after releasing her flames, her will (the one of a teenager with no ambitions) had been great enough to bond (weakly, but still) with him (and Gokudera Hayato) as a Guardian. Bond with Reborn, the strongest Sun in the world, who hadn’t been able to stablish a proper bond with the Sky Arcobaleno, and Luce’s flames hadn’t been precisely weak.

He hadn’t noticed it at first, too befuddled by her capacity of activating HDWM. And when he had noticed, after her fight in the Sumer Festival, side to side with her brand new Cloud Guardian, it had been too late. The bond was already unbreakable without incurring severe consequences.

He could feel her superficial emotions, and was surprised to know that half of her freak-outs where exaggerated. He had avoided her for a few days afterwards tough, too shocked for having bonded with a teenager.

At least, in the last battles, Tsuna had proven to be able to adapt and to think under pressure. His Sky (and didn’t that fill him with satisfaction? He was no longer Reborn the Greatest Hitman in the World, he was a Guardian) could take care, more or less, of herself.

This predicament wasn’t something easy by any means. He was the girl’s teacher, he couldn’t go and fight for her like a normal Guardian would. Maybe he could arrange something with the Sasagawa boy (a strong enough Sun for Vongola).

With all this taken care of and slotted carefully in a drawer in his well-ordered mind he started to work with the last battle against Rokudo Mukuro.

Her surviving skills, strangely enough for someone that had been bullied until she had met her Storm Guardian, on Gokudera Hayato, had been superb. She had knocked-out Fuuta with (according to Shamal, who had checked on the boy, still scared of Tsuna’s ire) a home-made paralytic, she had ducked every attack coming from Mukuro’s puppets using martial arts and visibly thought through every movement she made, without wasting time in useless movements. That, before entering Hyper Dying Will Mode.

There was something strange with Sawada Tsuna. And he would find out what it was. As the senior Guardian (and at that thought he felt another bout of involuntary giddiness) it was his duty to take care of the other Guardians and nurture their growth. If their Sky had any problems he had to know.


Kyoko-chan, Hana-san and Haru corralled Tsuna at the first occasion that aroused, after school.

“Sawada” started Hana-san, uncomfortably close to her face “What were the things that attacked us yesterday?”

“Umh…” said Tsuna this position reminded her of when Kushina had kissed her for first time, it wasn’t a comfortable thought, she had ended with a concussion. It didn’t help that Hana-san reminded her of an angry Tsunade-sama.

“Tsuna-chan?” asked Kyoko-chan with pleading eyes, Tsuna felt her hearth sink, if she kept like that she would cave in and drag three perfectly normal (in ninja standards) teenagers into this mafia business.

“Tsuna-san∼!” exclaimed Haru “We have a right to know why our lives were in danger!”

‘Ugh’ she had lost the battle, maybe Tsunade-sama was right and she lacked a spine when not in combat or using diplomacy as a weapon (ninja politics, yay!).

“Um, you know, the ones who attacked Namimori students… well”

“Dammit, Sawada!” shouted Hana-san, still inside her personal bubble and making her flinch “Get to the point!”

“TheywereconvictsthatescapedaprisoninItaly” she said without breathing.

“What” said Hana-san, drily.

“Tsuna-chan, we haven’t understood you, could you repeat more slowly please?” followed Kyoko-chan with a perfectly polite smile on her face and Haru making a confused face on the background. Tsuna could cry.

“That they were convicts that escaped a prison in Italy!”

“WHAT!?” shrieked Hana-san, leaving Tsuna half deaf for a second.

“Shouldn’t they have sent the police?” asked Haru.

The three girls looked alarmed and Tsuna was wishing to be somewhere more private, or for someone to interrupt.

“For loitering after classes…” an ominous voice said from above. Shit, she hadn’t meant him “You shall be bitten to death”.

They ran, Haru crying that she wasn’t even from the same school. Obviously Hibari-senpai ignored her.

Somehow they arrived to her house without receiving a beating; maybe Hibari-senpai had felt compassionate.

‘Ha. As if’ she thought.

“Convicts” started the conversation again Hana-san once they were on her room, snacks courtesy of her mother on the table. Reborn, now informed of the situation and with a smirk that shouted ‘I told you so’ on his face, at her side.


“From Italy”


“That you, and not the police, had to capture”


Tsuna tried making herself smaller, but Reborn stopped her with a few hidden hits. She stayed straight-backed.

“Why?” Kyoko-chan asked, frowning. Reborn decided to intervene.

“They were in a mafia prison” he declared. There was a silence.

“What the hell…”


“…have you to do to enter in a mafia prison?” she ended, ignoring Kyoko-chan’s outraged cry “And why had Sawada of all people have to deal with them?”

“They…I…” started Tsuna.

“Tsuna-san is the heir of an important mafia Family” said Haru without hesitation “That’s why you were told to capture them right? To prove your power, or… something like that”.

Tsuna nodded, stounded. Kyoko-chan and Hana-san didn’t look better.

“What the fuck!?”


“Sorry, but our classmate is the heir of a criminal organisation and even if she is only fourteen she was told to go and fight against a bunch of even more criminal people” Tsuna cringed “How do you want me to react!?”

“But Tsuna-chan is a good person…” murmured Kyoko-chan. Tsuna cringed, yes, her, the ‘Yellow Flash’ of Konoha, somebody that had killed battalions and had had an order of ‘flee on sight’ a good person. Once she had understood fully the morals of this new world she didn’t believe it anymore. She was a ruthless killer. A spineless and ruthless killer.

“I’m sorry Kyoko-chan…” she started.

“Stupid” cut Hana-san, this time Kyoko-chan didn’t berate her “She means for what I said. But I didn’t mean it like that. You’re a good person, even if you got in a fist-fight or whatever with a bunch of criminals and happen to be the last resort to a criminal organisation to survive with whatever ancient inheritance rules they happen to have” she inhaled “You are a good person Sawada. We are just preoccupied about you” she said, uncharacteristically, with a compassionate tone.

Tsuna wanted to hug her. She refrained. She didn’t want to get smacked and get dumped with the boys as a ‘monkey’.

Hana-san inspired deeply.

 “Right, now that I got it out of my chest, let’s think rationally” she said.

The rest of them looked at her expectantly, Reborn with a glint in his eyes that Tsuna wanted, badly, to ignore, but knew she couldn’t for long. Finally, Haru, spoke.

“We should train” she said. Kyoko-chan grimaced; Tsuna knew she didn’t like to fight. Hana-san nodded reluctantly, she liked to punch tings, but didn’t like the physical effort training required. Tsuna could feel smugness radiating from Reborn, who, otherwise, looked completely innocent.

“Then…” he started with a too innocent smile (and wasn’t that creepy?) “The only question is… how do you want to fight?”

The three girls looked between them and then at him. Kyoko-chan smiled.

Chapter Text

“This is EXTREMELY great!” shouted Ryouhei the day after her discussion with the girls, crying and hugging his little sister “My sister will be the EXTREMELY best boxer ever!”

"It’s good you’re happy, nii-san!” Kyoko-chan laughed, hanging from her brother’s arms.

Tsuna looked at them; eyes impossibly wide, he hoped this wouldn’t end like with Maito Gai and his young clone (Lee?). At her side, Hana (with Reborn on her shoulder) was grimacing enough to make her think that she agreed with her.

Kyoko-chan didn’t like fights; however, it seemed that her brother’s joy had rubbed on her.

When Reborn had asked for their preferred choices as for how to fight, Kyoko-chan had decided to ask her brother to teach her boxing. It was the fighting style Kyoko-chan found more familiar as her uncle was a professional and she had seen a few of his matches since she had started school at Namimori middle and had been deemed old enough to see them by her parents.

Hana had thought it trough and finally asked Reborn to show her how to shoot a pistol. During their first morning run (as Reborn wouldn’t allow for someone he personally taught to be ‘physically insufficient’) Hana had put a hand on her shoulder.

 “This is crazy” she said while panting, Tsuna nodded, equally tired “I guess we will spend more time together from now on. Stop using the ‘san’ crap with me, from now on formality is superfluous”.

“Okay… Hana-chan?” said tentatively Tsuna. Hana grimaced.

“Eugh! No. Call me simply Hana”.

And this had been it.

As for Haru… Haru was completely crazy. She had asked Hibari-senpai, Hibari-senpai to train her. It had half-worked. Tsuna didn’t know what they had agreed on, but they sparred each Sunday.

The first time Haru had returned from a sparring match she had only, for everyone’s surprise, a few bruises.

Reborn had said ‘Lighting’ and smirked. Tsuna had found it really unsettling.

Bianchi took care of the other days, her method to train Haru had been insane too, but Haru didn’t even bat an eye, Tsuna guessed that after Hibari-senpai anything would be easy to endure.

Haru fought mostly with kicks and did acrobatics to get from point A to B. Her capacity to see her opponent coming and react in time was astounding. Reborn said that she was ‘hard to hit’, and Tsuna knew there was an internal joke lost somewhere inside the statement.

Now that she thought of it, Reborn said a lot of strange things about her friends (or more like a little army in training). Every one of them had an adjective thrown at them, like with Takeshi, who was ‘calming’. Even if he didn’t seem to take anything seriously.


A month had passed. Everyone, spurred on by the girl’s training had been improving.

Hayato had been exercising with Ryouhei every two days, as his method of fighting needed more focus in planning than anything else.

Ryouhei had been the same as always, only adding spars with Kyoko-chan and Hayato in the mixt to see how they were improving.

Haru had started hanging out with the Disciplinary Committee’s second in command, the ever-reliable Kusakabe-san. They had a weird friendship in which they complained about Hibari-sempai’s ‘sheanigans’, that had been, basically, his improved skill of hitting harder (who in the world could obliterate part of a lamppost with a tonfa!? It wasn’t a bazooka!).

Takeshi still played baseball, and today was competing at the autumn’s game, but had joined the Kendo club informally and had been practicing a bit with a bokken.

Hana and herself were receiving the training from hell by Reborn. Hana was now able to run 100 meters in around thirty seconds and not be too tired at the end and could end a Marathon (almost dead, but she could end it). Reborn was really (not that anyone but Tsuna noticed) proud of her.

Tsuna had gained more speed and was around the speed that Kakashi had had as a thirteen-year-old without using the Chidori. She could finish the one-hundred meters run in twelve seconds, though it still drained her. She was clearly improving at a rapid pace, but she was annoyed for not being able to surpass Usain Bolt’s mark at 9.58 seconds and at not being near at all of her old mark of 4.01 seconds in her old body without Hiraishin nor chakra.

She didn’t know what was going on with Bianchi (and didn’t want to) and the children had been playing and learning new things at the local school.

It had all going smoothly until at the end of the Baseball game, that Takeshi had invited them to see, Tsuna had sensed how Haru burst with excitement and, seconds after this shook (apparently Haru was now strong enough to have the connection with her), she had sensed something mischievous covered in hate. It was… similar to killing intent.

She had turned around and had seen a child accompanying his mother outside the stadium. The boy had turned towards her, smirking, and Tsuna had stumbled backward, almost hitting Reborn, who had been staring at the child and now had his attention on her.

The young boy, a bit younger than Fuuta, had a red right eye with a kanji instead of a pupil. He had been gone before she could say anything.

Reborn got her out of her stupor with ominous words:

“Tsuna, we have to talk”


Once they were inside her room, with some snacks provided by Tsuna herself and clear instructions to the remaining inhabitants of the house to not to disturb them, they sat. Reborn stared at her.

Tsuna was nervous; she didn’t know how to react, so her Minato-self, who hadn’t made a non-mixed with her Tsuna-self, appearance since before her fight against Rokudo, took control.

Minato sat straight, without showing anything that wasn’t polite curiosity. She felt Reborn’s slight annoyance at her faked cheerfulness and decided to not alienate him further by making her smile less bright. At that, he seemed to calm down a bit, but a calculating gleam entered his eyes.

“How did you learn to control your Dying Will Flames so quickly” he demanded, more than asked.

Minato felt a bit confused. The DWF where something she could control? She said this to Reborn and he frowned.

“You were able to use Hyper Dying Will Mode the second time I shot you with the Dying Will Bullet” he announced, “I chalked it to luck, but your Will is too well-developed for a civilian teenager”.

Minato thought fast. Her Will? As the Will of Fire from Konoha? How could this be related to the flames?

“I don’t understand” she said truthfully.

Reborn continued staring at her for a couple of minutes more.

“The amount of control you have unto your DWF depends on the control you have on your Will. In other words, the capacity you have to voluntarily be determined about something” he explained and, suddenly, Minato understood.

She had probably shown it because Reborn nodded and continued.

“You will understand then, that having you not only attain HDWM in two days without almost any practice in plain DWF beforehand and to have you be able you use your Super Intuition (that is exactly what it sounds like) to detect Rokudo so soon is unheard of.

>> I will add, too, that your miraculous improvement with your school subjects and your willingness to train harsher than anyone else is really suspicious.”

Tsuna gulped, her Minato-self had been too disoriented, and then too happy to have a life to avoid this kind of stupid errors. Minato recomposed herself and looked seriously at Reborn, who returned the glance while eating a cookie. He looked completely at ease, the brat.

The charade was definitely at its end.