"I see, though I am blind."
The other mafia bosses are stupid to believe that Tsunayoshi Sawada was weak for being blind. Those bosses, once they stated their absurd thoughts aloud, would instantly receive a wonderful set of glares from all of those associated with Tsuna. Yet, not a single word would they say, because they know that their boss will very well prove himself within minutes.
It follows the same pattern all the time. The Mafiosi would enter the conference room, their mocking jokes loud and strong. Then, the guardians would storm in, along with Dino, Xanxus, Byakuran, Enma, and Uni, all in which instantly send glares and give mirthless chuckles at the idiots. Later, their beloved brunet would walk in, without any escort, and the room's mockery would be silenced, though the "unseen" smirks of the arrogant men and women would stay. And finally, at the end of the conference, those bosses would leave, either with newfound respect for this boy, or with a load of sweat dripping down their faces. After all, Tsunayoshi Sawada, regardless of whether he was blind or not, was not to be messed with.
This is like a routine, so none of the guardians or friends of Tsuna would have to speak a word at them at all. When asked why, they would all simply say, because our words are never as terrifying as his are.
The mafia boss, or former boss, kneeled in front of the blind boy. His eyes were still filled with mockery and disbelief, his mouth still upturned in an arrogant smirk. Kyoya, the one keeping the man on his knees, growled in irritation.
The man, ignoring the Cloud guardian's threat, spoke. "Tsunayoshi Sawada, you may think that you have the power to tear apart other mafia families, but let me tell you: you're only able to do so because of the Vongola name. If not there won't be any way for a blind man like you to be able to sit on that throne. I was only caught because of your men, not you."
Tsuna opened his glazed over brown eyes. "That may be so. You are, indeed, correct, that my guardians are well lengths stronger than myself. I will not deny that. But my blindness does not mean that I can turn away from the human experimenting and trafficking your family has fallen into doing."
The accused man laughed. "So what if I ordered my family to do such? If not for your men's eyes, you could never be able to find evidence! There is no way you can see it, can you?"
Tsuna sighed. He slowly rose from his chair, and stepped down, kneeling just in front of the man. He slowly lowered his gaze to meet the man's eyes, and stared deep into the man's face. The man froze at his actions. Because Tsuna, just now, had moved with such precision, and gazed with such ferocity, that it almost seemed as if he had perfect vision. Not the vision in which he could see color, but the vision that could scrap the man of any masks he put up, and tear away any lies. The vision that could instantly weigh the sins the man had, and sees all the truth.
Suddenly, the man felt his knees and hands start to shake, and not from Kyoya's painful grip. His smirk disappeared, and instead of the former arrogance he was so proud of, the man felt a wave of guilt consuming him in front of the glazed eyes.
It only worsened after Tsuna spoke. "I may not be able to see what you've done to them, but I don't need sight to hear their cries and feel their pain. I don't need sight to smell the scent of rotting flesh, nor to know the horror lying in front of me. I don't need sight to see the truth that is your sin."
Tsuna rose to stand, and the man was brought to the waiting Vindice guards. It did not escape the guards' eyes to see the man's shivering form, and terrified, even guilty, face. Bermuda smirked at the broken form.
"Well done as always, Tsunayoshi."