I just finished my violin practice , and now I'm back with you. So far, I've written about 500 words.
Honestly, there's still a lot left to do, and I have work tomorrow afternoon. Plus, I'm dealing with a bit of writer's block xd!.
From now on, I've got about 9 free hours to dedicate to this fanfiction chapter.Let's see if I can make the most of them...
I'll send you the first part once it's ready. By the way, I've slightly changed my writing style thanks to my experience with my other fanfic, but that also means I'm pushing myself a lot more now. xddd
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Year 1046 B.N.
10 - July
The midday sun bore down mercilessly on the Vongola training grounds, a hardened rectangle of earth enclosed by bamboo fences, only a few minutes' walk from the old mansion. The heat was so intense that the air shimmered above the ground, as if the whole world were struggling to breathe.
The place pulsed with youth and sweat. Dozens of footsteps struck the packed dirt; ragged breaths, gasps, and the sharp thud of blows kept time with the rhythm of training. At the center of it all, seated with a straight back on an improvised bench, Alaudi observed with the calm of an ancient judge. His eyes—clear as steel—traced every movement, every mistake, and every spark of will in the faces of the orphans he had personally chosen.
In the canopy of a nearby tree, nearly merged with the shadows, G watched with the patience of a predator. The slight sway of a branch betrayed him.
—I'll bet you're in that tree, G —Alaudi's voice cut through the air like the clean draw of a katana—. Come down and stop spying on me.
A brief silence, then the creak of wood. G dropped with the agility of an acrobat, landing on his heel with a thud that sent up a puff of dust. His red hair fell across his forehead like flames, and the tattoo over his right eye glowed with a restless spark.
He brushed his fringe back, never breaking eye contact with Alaudi. In his gaze lingered an old doubt, one carried from another life.
—What are you doing with these recruits? —he asked, his tone heavy with authority and suspicion—. Don't tell me you're planning to form another separate organization… like you did in our previous life.
Alaudi didn't flinch. His eyes stayed on the training field, as if the interrogation were nothing more than a distant murmur. Only when he decided the words deserved an answer did he turn his head just enough for G to catch the edge of his stare.
—G, there are things I do my own way.
The silence that followed was thick. Alaudi rose slowly until he was standing face-to-face with his comrade.
—Let's not waste breath on this argument. I've already asked Leyasu for permission.
G's eyes widened, disbelief flashing in them.
—So you went ahead, as always… —he let out a bitter laugh—. Doing everything under the table. That's always been your style… floating in some far-off corner of the sky.
Alaudi smiled—not as one defending himself, but as if accepting a compliment. He said nothing, simply returned to his place, eyes back on the training.
—Tch… —G clicked his tongue, annoyed. He turned on his heel, hands buried in his coat, trying to mimic the swagger of a yakuza but without the pockets to pull it off.
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POV – Alaudi
When I came to this world through Leyasu—so I call him, though his true name is Giotto—I asked for something specific: orphans. Not for an immediate cause, but to forge an independent group within the Vongola family under my command. Just as I had done in my previous life.
It won't serve now… but in the future, it will be decisive.
I've seen Leyasu's progress with the new Vongola family: the bank, the mint… legal income, none of the shadows we dealt in before. Bringing in orphans has been a clean, strategic move—one that builds true loyalty, not born of fear or obligation.
But I know there are enemies out there, watching us. Intelligent. Experienced. And we… reborn into children's bodies, strangers in a time not our own. Our advantage is the Dying Will Flame… and the knowledge of another world.
Sooner or later, they will attack. The monkey boy will be with them. The difference is… this time I'll be here, a solitary cloud drifting close to the sky.
—Alright, boys! That's all for today. Head to the river, wash up, and rest. Tomorrow will be tougher.
A chorus of childish complaints rose as one. I barely smiled. Their grumbling was normal… and necessary.
When the field was empty, a cloud passed over the sun, covering me in shadow. I looked up to see it was the only cloud in an otherwise clear sky.
I may be independent… but I will always aid the sky that counts on me.