The Bridge of Doom

by Lillidappler

Prince Tsuna and his guardians approach a bridge where you must answer three questions correctly to pass... Some do, some do not. Even the bridgekeeper is a bit surprised by the outcome of things... ONESHOT

"You must answer three questions to pass through the Bridge of Doom. What brave soul volunteers to go first?"

"Juudaime! Pick meee!"

Tsuna, commonly known as Prince Tsuna sighed. "Very well, Gokudera. Luck be with you on your venture."

The ecstatic knight ran up to the bridgekeeper, a hunchbacked old troll that hobbled on a cane.

"What is your name?"

"Gokudera Hayato of the Guardians."

"What is your quest?"

"To be Juudaime's right hand man for eternity."

"What comes after six?"

"Seven."

"….Very well. You may pass."

The rest of the Guardians blinked. "That was easy…"

"Gyahaha! Lambo-sama next!"

The cow-like child trotted up to the bridgekeeper.

"What is your name?"

"Lambo-sama!"

"What is your quest?"

"To eat all grape candy!"

"What is the capitol of North Korea?"

"Um…."

"Incorrect!"

Powerful magic sent Lambo flying into the Abyss of Eternal Pain. The gang winced in (mostly) fake sympathy.

"What a shame," Mukuro commented. "Oh well. Me next~."

"What is your name?"

"Mukuro Rukudo of the Guardians."

"What is your quest?"

"To gain an honorable title and disown my previous one of a pineapple."

"What is your favorite color?"

"Blue. No, red. Wait, or-AHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

"No changing your answers," the troll grumbled, smiling a bit at the pineapple falling into the abyss.

At this point, Tsuna stepped forward. Yamamoto and Hibari gave him a questioning look.

"I cannot bear to see any more of my men suffer. Please, let me try my hand. If I fail, head back to safety, please."

"What is your name?"

"Sawada Tsunayoshi."

"What is your quest?"

"I seek the Book of Primo."

"What is the average speed velocity of a hummingbird?"

"I assume you speak of the native hummingbirds. Are we talking about a blue-throated or black-chinned hummingbird?"

"Eh?"

The troll was thrown into the abyss due to the natural magic that discarded all who answered incorrectly.

"It appears that it backfired for him. Oh well. Forward march, men! We shall mourn for our lost comrades after we cross this wretched bridge."

This is based off an excerpt of Monty Python I found on YouTube. Quite amusing.

-Lillidappler