Fiamma & Famiglia - Chapter 5

Over the course of the next two weeks, Tsuna trained his muscles. Alternating between running one day and weight training the next, he was slowly able to make it through the day without having to nap. He was still at the point that he could barely handle a marginal increase in his inner flame, however. Increasing the flame to the point it produced the Dying Will Flame on his head proved to still be nearly impossible. He had tried it and the moment he released the flame, he had passed out for several hours from exhaustion. Waking from that proved to be a painful ordeal.

“I can’t use the Dying Will Bullets on you anymore, but I can still help get your body in shape,” Reborn told him as the second week of training started. “This week we’re going to get more aggressive.”

“Aggressive?” Tsuna asked with foreboding.

“We’ll call it ‘Spurt-Training’.” Tsuna left the question unasked, but Reborn explained anyway. “Using short spurts, you’ll increase your flame to the Dying Will point and train, then allow yourself to crash.”

“It doesn’t sound that different than what we did for the ring battles,” Tsuna replied.

“It isn’t. However, it’s going to be harder on you. Not only will you have to control turning your flame up and down, but you won’t be able to get the hyper-rest that you did before. If we time the training wrong, you could end up resting for more than a few hours.” Tsuna remembered how Reborn had used the Dying Will Bullet to make him rest while training in the mountains. Since Tsuna couldn’t control his flame in his sleep, he understood what Reborn was telling him.

“Are we going into the mountains for this?” Tsuna asked but Reborn shook his head.

“Starting tomorrow you’ve got the okay to return to school, but don’t worry. I had a training area set up for you a while back, I’ve just been waiting for you to be ready to use it. You’ll run before school to train your legs and stamina like normal, but after school we’ll spurt-train. Since it’s Sunday and the others are out of school, consider today a day off.” Tsuna didn’t need to hear that twice. He ran inside and changed out of his sweats. After giving Gokudera a call, he was out the front door in a flash.

Since waking, he hadn’t been able to spend much quality time with everyone. The only time he did have awake and energetic was spent training mostly. For once, he wasn’t collapsing with exhaustion so he wasn’t going to let this time go to waste.

Within a few minutes, he was at the Namimori shopping district. The snow had finally melted but there were still vendors set up to sell hot winter treats. Waiting in front of a hot chocolate vendor was his favorite crowd. With a wave, he ran to join them.

For the next several hours, Tsuna was able to relax and have fun. Lambo was up to his usual shenanigans with I-pin. Yamamoto and Fuuta challenged him in the arcade. He had fun listening to the latest music that he’d missed with Kyoko and Haru. Gokudera made sure he got to see the mangas he had missed since he was asleep. Even Bianchi had fun trying to poison a slice of Tsuna’s pizza when they stopped for lunch.
Tsuna stopped at a vending machine to get Lambo a grape soda when he noticed Kyoko and Haru looking at store window display with shining eyes. Curious, Tsuna went to look. It was a run-down jewelry store, Tsuna saw. The display window wasn’t much bigger than his window at home and the door was set back from the street, making it easy to pass by unnoticed. Looking in the window, Tsuna was surprised to see intricate rings and necklaces of beauty. The shop looked like the type to sell second-hand and pawned goods, but all the display pieces looked like new hand-made items created with precision and care.

As the two girls moved on to look at the next display window, Tsuna stepped back to read the sign over the door of the jewelry store. “Patchwork Jewelry?” he said aloud. No wonder the store looked run down. With the name like that, no one would be interested in shopping there. Tsuna looked in the display window again. Whoever had done the silver work was truly to be admired. The filigree inset into several of the rings looked delicate and easily broken, but he could tell it was something made to last a long time. He had a sudden urge to see what else the shop had to offer, with such amazing pieces in the window.

The door didn’t have a bell, and when he entered, the storekeeper was nowhere to be seen. The room was slightly dusty and small, but tall display cases lined every wall. Looking at the nearest case, he was glad he had decided to enter. Not only silver work, but this shop seemed to deal with making jewelry out of every type of metal there was. He could see gold pieces on the far wall and some kind of light blue metal in the case to his left.

He stopped in front of a case labeled Titanium. The pieces in this case were less frilly and leaned more toward geometric inlay designs instead of filigree. He started to reach out to get a better look at one of the designs when a voice behind him stopped him.

“Demitirus Metal would be best for you, not Titanium,” the voice said. Turning around, he saw a overly-muscular woman standing behind a short display case. She looked to be in her late 20s and wore a blacksmith’s smock over her white cotton dress.

“Huh?” he asked automatically. He’d never heard of something called Demitirus metal.

“It’s over here,” the woman said, pulling out a tray of rings from under the counter. Curious , Tsuna went over to look. Neatly lined up on the try were plain unadorned rings made from some type of black metal. Looking closer, he could see patterns of flames lightly reflecting on the surface. “You can see it, can’t you?” The woman said. He nodded, intrigued despite himself. When he looked at the rings again, it was almost as if the flames were dancing. “These aren’t for sale, but if you like you can order one specially made for you,” she said.

Before he could decide an answer, the door opened and a panicked Gokudera came flying in. “I was so worried, 10th! The girls said you disappeared! Everyone thought you might have collapsed somewhere.”

“Ah,” Tsuna said. “We better get back to them then.” He looked back up at the muscle-bound woman as Gokudera pulled him toward the door.

She smiled. “Don’t worry, this shop has been here for decades. If you decide you want one, just ask for Patchwork if I’m not here,” he heard her say before he was pulled out the door and down the street to where a crowd of very anxious people were waiting.

The next day, Tsuna was telling Reborn about all the antics at the shopping center as he went on his morning run. When he got to the part about the jewelry store, Reborn actually seemed interested.
“Oi, Tsuna,” he interrupted from his perch on Tsuna’s shoulder. “Are you sure she called it Demitirus Metal?”

“Um, I think so. She showed me some rings made out of it. When I first looked at them, the rings were black. But when I looked closer, I could see flames. They were really well-made. Some of the flames even looked real.”

Reborn frowned. “Impossible,” he said to himself. “The last person who could forge Demitirus died a long time ago.”

“What is it anyways? I’ve never heard of the stuff.”

“It’s a special kind of metal forged using a Dying Will Flame.” Tsuna stopped running to listen. “But not just any Dying Will Flame can be used. It’s a special one called the Hephestus Flame. The metal itself is made using a recipe that’s been lost for nine generations. Oi,” Reborn said suddenly. “We’re changing your running route. I want you to take me to that shop.”

Tsuna nodded and set off. After running for ten minutes, they arrived in front of the shop. “I wonder if they’re even open yet.” Tsuna said, realizing that stores in this area typically didn’t open for another hour. When he tried the door, however, it opened. Going inside, he saw that there was no one minding the store again. “Um…Hello…?” He called out.

Above him he heard a loud crash and the sound of footsteps. In seconds, a girl in his school uniform came rushing out from a door at the back of the store. “Um! Sorry for the wait!” she said hurriedly. “How can I help you?” She stopped in her tracks when she saw a boy her own age.

“Um, sorry to bother you, but actually I came to see if Patchwork would speak with me about a ring.”

The girl’s mouth formed an “O”. “Are you here to get something for a girlfriend, perhaps?” she asked with a knowing smile.

Tsuna blushed. “Eh, no, no! I don’t have a girlfriend.” Before the girl could tease him anymore, Patchwork came through the door.

“So you came back, I see.” She said as she put down a crate of supplies.

Tsuna turned his attention to the reason he’d come. “Um, yes. My tutor was telling me about those rings you showed me. He was curious and wanted to look for himself.”

Patchwork narrowed her eyes at Reborn. “I didn’t know you had an Arcobelano for a teacher.” She shrugged. “Not that it really matters. I just make jewelry. Though,” she turned to Tsuna, “what did you say your name was again?”

“Ah! Sorry, I don’t think I was able to introduce myself yesterday. I’m Sawada Tsunayoshi, pleasure to meet you. Most people call me Tsuna for short.”

“I see. Vongola the 10th. That explains the commotion yesterday,” she replied.

Tsuna blushed. Reborn, on the other hand, said curiously, “You sure seem to know a lot.”

“Word gets around,” she replied as she pulled the tray of rings out from behind the counter.

Reborn jumped down to take a closer look as the younger girl exclaimed, “Mama, those are…”

Tsuna couldn’t help but pick one up and look closer himself. “The flames really are stunning,” he found himself saying. The one he was holding was etched with a twinkling blue flame that seem to flicker as he turned the ring around in his hand.

“You’re positive you see flames in these, Tsuna?” Reborn asked.

Tsuna nodded, looking down at his tutor. “Don’t you?”

Reborn shook his head and turned to Patchwork, who was smiling at Tsuna. Seldom did someone come into the store that could praise her true work. “How much?” Reborn asked.

Patchwork turned to Reborn, suddenly all business. “These aren’t for sale.” She said bluntly. “I can specially make him one, however, for ten million yen. Provided I approve of the boy’s flame.”

Tsuna blanched and dropped the ring back onto the tray. He didn’t realize that the ring was worth THAT much. Reborn, on the other hand, started haggling. “Reborn! You can’t be serious!”

“Tsuna,” Reborn said seriously, “this is a once in nine generation chance to get a Demitirus ring. Do you really want to pass that up?”

It was true that somewhere deep inside, he wanted one. “But I don’t have that kind of money!” Tsuna cried.

The girl began giggling until Patchwork snapped, “Aren’t you going to be late for school?”

“Ahh!” Tsuna yelled, realizing the time himself. “I’m going to be late, too!” He left Reborn haggling with Patchwork and ran home at top speed.

Tsuna barely made it to class on time. A few students looked at him in awe, but otherwise, everything seemed normal. That’s when he remembered what he had done the day he left the hospital. He cringed a bit when the teacher entered the room.
However, the teacher had seemed to forget the incident. Or so Tsuna thought. Ten minutes before the teacher was supposed to dismiss the class for lunch he began writing an extremely difficult math problem on the board. Grinning maliciously, he called on Tsuna who stood in response. “The class will be dismissed for lunch as soon as you tell me the correct answer to this equation.” The teacher sat in the chair behind his desk, fully expecting the class to turn on the boy when they were forced to miss their lunch break. The problem he had written had stumped university professors.

Then he noticed that Tsuna was grinning again. “It’s just like last time,” the teacher thought.

“So, if I answer correctly, we can leave for our lunch break now, correct?” The teacher nodded, sweating. “The square root of 7 divided by ‘X’ to the 13th power.” Tsuna said as he walked out of the room. Behind him, he heard a very angry teacher dismissing the rest of the class.

Tsuna smiled as he walked to the school commissary. He had rushed out of the house too fast this morning and forgotten his bento. Behind him, he heard Gokudera come running up, “That was amazing, 10th! I would have needed at least a pen and paper to figure that one out!”

“Well,” Tsuna said as he picked out a sandwich roll, “the truth is that even with the level of comprehension I get by using my flame, I don’t think I could have shown my work on that one without taking an hour. You could say my intuition gave me the answer.” They made their way back to the classroom where they met up with Yamamoto.

“Amazing!” Kyoko said, walking up with Hana at her side. “That was a really hard problem, Tsuna!” Tsuna couldn’t help but blush.

“You’ve gotten pretty sharp lately,” Hana said suspiciously as everyone moved their desks so that they could eat together. “Everyone’s talking about it. There’s a theory going around that the real reason you were in the hospital for three months was because of brain surgery.”

Tsuna looked down, automatically cradling his still-bandaged hand at the reminder of his stay in the hospital. “No…” he said quietly, “it was a fire.”

“Tsuna, I’ve been wanting to ask you,” Kyoko piped up suddenly. “Big brother said that your hand was healed, but you still have him re-bandage it everyday.”

Tsuna started to sweat. The truth was that he didn’t want anyone seeing the scars. He could still barely look at them. But he didn’t want to say that out loud. Yamamoto looked at Tsuna worriedly and changed the subject. “I heard about your new training grounds, Tsuna. The little guy said he was going to show it to all of us after school.”

Tsuna looked up in interest. “He hasn’t said anything about it since he told me one was being made. I wonder what it’s going to be like.”

“I’m sure it’s incredible,” Gokudera exclaimed as Tsuna started eating his sandwich. Thankfully, the conversation turned to normal banter after a few more speculations.

Afternoon meant gym class. The teacher had offered to let Tsuna sit out since he still wasn’t 100 percet yet, but Tsuna refused. “I didn’t get to finish my run this morning, so it’s okay.” With some apprehension, the teacher finally agreed and led everyone out to the sports field.
He turned to the rest of the boys’ class. “Listen up, we’re doing a joint track day today. The girl’s class will be on the first two inner tracks around the sports field. The boys will be on the next two. Ready? Lets go.” The teacher set off at a pace designed to be easy for normal runners, but a challenge for slackers.

After half a lap, Tsuna called forward from his position at the back of the group, “Sensei, may I have permission to go to the outside track? This pace is starting to get to me.”

The teacher had half-expected it. The poor boy had just gotten out of the hospital after being in a coma-like state for three months. It was likely his body had atrophied. “Go ahead, Sawada,” he called back.

A few seconds later, Tsuna ran up beside him and gave off a quirky salute, “Thank you,” he smiled. The next thing he knew, Sawada was already pulling ahead by leaps and bounds. Both the teacher and the class faltered to a stop in amazement. The sole exceptions were Gokudera and Yamamoto who had also jumped to the outter track without missing a step. They were right behind Tsuna in speed. Before the teacher could recompose himself and get the class moving again, Tsuna and the other two had already finished a lap. As they passed the class, the teacher noticed that none of them were even breathing hard. Instead, they were chatting amicably.

From behind him, the teacher could hear the class muttering. “So it wasn’t just his head that was affected…” “Wow, he’s turned into a monster…” “Is that really Tsuna?” “I wonder what kind of wonder-drugs the hospital gave him…” “That speed isn’t normal…” The teacher couldn’t blame their reactions and quietly got them moving again while asking himself the same questions.

In the bleachers, Reborn smiled. When class was over, Tsuna’s group had done fifteen laps to the class’ four. With a look of awe, the teacher ordered the boy’s class to shower before going to their next class. Not long after, Tsuna was walking into the locker room shower with a towel around his waist when Yamamoto said, “You can’t shower with those bandages on, Tsuna.” Automatically, Tsuna cradled his hand.

“He can do whatever he wants, moron,” Gokudera yelled, causing everyone else in the showers to turn their heads. Tsuna blushed, but for once he wasn’t going to ask Gokudera to be quiet. He really didn’t want to take off the bandage.

Yamamoto wasn’t to be brushed aside this time though. “Tsuna, I might be a moron at times, but I can kind of guess why you don’t want anyone to see your hand.”

Gokudera stopped fingering his dynamite as Tsuna bowed his head to hide his face. “You should know that me and Gokudera have already seen what’s under there while you were in the hospital. You don’t have to show Kyoko or the others, but you should at least stop trying to hide it from us.”

Tsuna’s shoulders were shaking when he quietly said, “It’s not just to hide it from you guys.”

“Then why?” Yamamoto asked.

Tsuna suddenly looked up and yelled, “It’s because I still can’t look at it.” He clasped his hands over his mouth and looked around to realize everyone was staring at him. In an instant, he bolted from the room.

Gokudera and Yamamoto could only watch him go. “10th…” Gokudera said sadly.

When they went looking for him, they found him in the Boxing Clubhouse. Apparently he’d used the club showers and had the ever-present Ryohei re-bandage his hand. He was now sitting on a bench with his legs pulled up to his chest and his head bowed.

Yamamoto walked up, instantly apologetic. “Tsuna, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pushed you like that.”

“It’s my fault for letting him push you, 10th,” Gokudera added.

“It’s alright, guys, really,” Tsuna said without looking up. “I’m okay with the reasons my hand is like this. I just have issues looking at it.”

“I don’t get it,” Gokudera said simply.

Tsuna looked up, holding his hand out in front of him. “I can feel that it’s my hand. The sense of touch, the control, it’s all there. Right now, I can say without any doubt that this is my hand. But when I look at it without the bandages on… In an instant, it’s like I’m looking at someone else’s hand. My hand will feel like it’s made of smoke and my stomach will twist in knots. And…I hate that feeling.” Tears welled up in his eyes. “I just hate it.”

“So that’s why you leave it bandaged,” Dr. Shamal said from the door. The three boys turned in surprise.

“Where did you come from?” Yamamoto asked.

“Ah, a cute little lady came asking if I’d seen you three since you weren’t in class. She begged me to find you, and who am I to turn down a ladies’ request?” He looked over at Tsuna. “I refuse to treat men, but I am willing to give you a bit of advice.” Tsuna jumped up. “That feeling you hate isn’t going to go away by keeping your hand bandaged. The only way to make that feeling go away is to make your heart and mind accept reality. In other words, by making yourself look at it on a regular basis. When that part of you that’s in denial accepts the truth, your hand won’t feel like smoke anymore.” Tsuna’s heart sank at every word.

“Y-You’re right,” Tsuna said in despair. “I’ve been running away again, haven’t I?”

Gokudera put a hand on Tsuna’s shoulder to comfort him. “It’s alright, 10th. Everyone runs away from something.” He smiled broadly, “I run away from my sister all the time!”

Yamamoto grinned. “It’s okay, Tsuna. We’ll help you face it.”

Tsuna smiled. It would be okay. He had his Family, after all. Ever so slowly he raised his hand and started unwrapping it. When the bandages fell to the floor, Tsuna made himself look at the scars on his hand squarely. Like usual, his stomach clenched and his hand began to feel disjointed from the rest of his body. However, he could tell the the effect was slightly less than before.

“See? Now, you three better get back to class.” Dr. Shamal said as he left looking for a pretty girl. The three nodded to each other and set off at a run. The teacher was furious that they were late and gave them all extra homework. Apparently he decided to try quantity over quality.

As Tsuna walked past Kyoko’s desk to get to his own, her hand flew out and grabbed his. The class stared. Not because she had grabbed his hand. And not because he turned red, but because he turned white. All the blood had drained from his face the moment she touched his left hand. He had forgotten about Kyoko when he decided to take the bandage off. Snatching it back, he fled to his desk without looking at her. He could feel every eye in the room on him, so he hid his hand under his desk until the teacher had demanded attention again. Tsuna couldn’t focus for the rest of the lecture due to horror.

What had Kyoko thought when she saw the scars? Did she not care? Was she sad? Was she disgusted? For the rest of the class, Gokudera and Yamamoto kept throwing him reassuring looks, while the rest of the class kept looking back curiously. They all wanted to see his hand now.

Finally, the last bell rang. Tsuna stayed seated with his hand hidden. His stomach clenched when he realized Kyoko was walking toward him. When she stopped in front of his desk, everyone stopped pretending to linger and openly stared. He could feel Gokudera and Yamamoto’s supporting presence at his back, but he still turned deathly pale when Kyoko put out her hand. “Let me see it again, please?”

The rest of the class inched forward as he slowly pulled his hand out from under his desk. Tsuna couldn’t look up. He was afraid of what Kyoko’s reaction would be. She took his hand in hers, and using her other hand, gently traced the scar lines with her finger. The sensation sent pleasant shivers down his spine. In the end, it was Kyoko who broke the silence. “Big brother was right. It healed up just fine.” Her cheerful voice swept away his fear and his stomach unclenched. Looking up, he was relieved to see nothing but genuine happiness on her face.

Tsuna sat in awe, completely deaf to the murmurs and knowing looks around him. That is, until she dropped his hand. Then he turned so red that a tomato would have been jealous.

The class finally dispersed having solved the mystery behind what Tsuna had been hiding beneath the bandages. Reborn still hadn’t appeared, so the group gathered their things and headed out the door. When they reached the courtyard, a hand suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist. Tsuna moved to dodge, but wasn’t fast enough.

“Can I help you?” Tsuna said to Hibari.

The other boy ignored him and raised Tsuna’s hand to eye level. By now, the rest of the group had reacted, automatically getting into defensive positions. Kyoko stood cluelessly watching.

“So this is what you were hiding, Sawada.” He looked at Tsuna’s scarred hand with interest. “This doesn’t seem like the type of scar one would get from burns.”

Tsuna gritted his teeth. He tried moving his arm, but Hibari’s grip was like a vise. He could pull out more power and do it, but he knew that doing such a thing would screw up his training schedule. So, doing the only thing he could, he answered Hibari, “It’s from frostbite.”

The other boy looked at him in amusement. “I was told you were caught in a fire.”

Tsuna glanced over at Kyoko before staring Hibari in the eyes. He hoped the Disciplinary Head would get the picture. “You weren’t misinformed,” Tsuna grinned. “Just left a bit out of the loop on the details.”

Fortunately, Reborn chose that moment to appear. “Hibari, Tsuna’s still pretty weak. If you don’t let him go, he’ll miss out on his afternoon training. That would mean it will be longer before he’s any fun.”

Hibari released Tsuna’s wrist and stepped back. “Pity,” he said before sauntering off.

“What was that all about?” Yamamoto asked as Gokudera continued swearing about Hibari.

“Are you ready, Tsuna?” Reborn questioned, ignoring the others. Tsuna nodded. “Then follow me. I’ll take you to your new training area.”

As they walked, Tsuna wondered where they were being led. Part of him expected them to head for the Dojo District or maybe Reborn had borrowed some rich guy’s mansion that had a lot of open grounds for them to use. He was totally unprepared for the reality.

“The entertainment district?” Tsuna asked as they walked past a movie theater, an arcade, and a karaoke bar in quick succession. Reborn just smiled and stopped in front of the next building.

“We’re here.” Tsuna looked up at the sign over the door.

“Black Glove Mountain?” he read. Looking at the line outside the place, he became interested. Haru happened to be in line and waved them over to her.

“Tsuna! So you guys were interested in the ad, too?”

“Ad?” Tsuna asked.

“Don’t tell me you didn’t know. This place is the newest hot spot in town. They say there’s a rock climbing wall half as tall as the building. If you can climb it in five minutes, you get to put your name into a prize drawing. Then, at the end of every week, someone’s going to win an amazing prize! They say there’s smaller rock walls with smaller prizes, too!”

Tsuna turned to Reborn. “Well, rock-walls aren’t that different than climbing a cliff, I guess. But what am I going to do when I crash?”

“Hurry and jump in line with me while no one’s looking!” Haru interrupted, pulling on Tsuna’s arm.

Reborn smiled. “No need for that, Haru. Tsuna and all of you can go straight on in.”

Tsuna looked at the little hitman with suspicion. “Are you sure that’s okay? You’re not trying to get me to fight an angry mob, are you?”

“Just go,” Reborn answered. “You’ll see.”

Tsuna was a bit anxious, but walked to the front of the line. Several of his classmates were there. They all started grumbling as Tsuna walked up to the attendant. “I’m sorry, you’ll have to go to the back of the line. Only fifty people are allowed in the building at once,” she said without looking up. His classmates smirked and pointed to the back of the line…which was somewhere around the block.

“What now, Reborn?” Tsuna sighed. At the name Reborn, the attendant’s head flew up and her eyes widened. She immediately started apologizing to the disgruntlement of the onlookers.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t realize. I’m so, so very sorry.” She was obviously flustered and apologetic. He’d seen this reaction before from people that thought they were about to lose their job. “Is-Is this him?” She asked Reborn, and pointed a trembling finger at Tsuna.

“Yup,” his tutor replied. “This is him.”

The woman fell to her knees in front of Tsuna and bowed her head, frantically asking for forgiveness. The crowd, his classmates in line, and Tsuna’s group were now thoroughly confused. She stayed bowed, seeming to wait for something.

Tsuna started to turn red, “Um, eh, there’s nothing to forgive. You don’t have to do that. I’m just-”

The attendant quickly stood up and turned to Reborn, bowing her head in shame. “I’m so sorry for my rudeness. I wasn’t expecting you to bring the owner today.”

“EH?! Owner?!” Tsuna wasn’t sure if he was the one that said it, one of his friends, or the crowd. But everyone was thinking the same thing.

Reborn smiled again, having fun. “That’s right, Tsuna. You own this place. Most of the daily operations will be taken care of by some managers and staff that have been set up, but you have the final say on everything that happens to this place.” Looking at the crowd, Reborn seemed to decide something. “I’ll finish explaining inside.”

Tsuna could barely follow in his wake. He was still a bit numb from shock and surprise. The attendant called another staff member to lead them to a small meeting room where coffee and tea was served. “What the hell is going on, Reborn?” Tsuna spluttered finally as the woman led everyone else on a tour of the place.

Reborn sighed. “The 9th had decided that it was time for you to start setting up a legitimate business front and sent me the funds to create one. Whether it stays legitimate or not is up to you, but the 9th felt it was prudent to be prepared for anything. Since you had need of a training area, I combined the two and came up with this place. I figured that you’d be pleased. After bills, paychecks, and upkeep fees are paid, any profits from this place go straight into your pocket, after all.” He handed Tsuna a gold debit card. “That will give you direct access to your account. The most you ever have to do is come once a month and check over the account ledgers.”

Tsuna looked ready to pass out. Reborn was obviously having fun torturing Tsuna with this overload of information. “Oi, by the way, you’ve already made 6 million yen since this place opened a week and a half ago.” At that, Tsuna really did pass out.