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Prologue
72 years old.
He's already 72 years old this year. He's known as the living legend in the mafia, the most powerful boss in history. In his opinion, the Vongola Decimo title is enough to last him a lifetime. He certainly didn't wish for any more outrageous title like "The Saint of Vongola". Because, seriously, a saint? With the blood that stained his hands from reforming the Vongola from the bloodiest mafia family in Italy, the word saint definitely shouldn't be attached to his name. He knew for sure that millions of people wished with all their heart that he was never born.
That Sawada Tsunayoshi, the Vongola Decimo didn't exist.
Too bad for them this is reality. In fact, if he was actually given a choice 60 years ago, he never would have joined the mafia, would never put his friends life in danger but then again, he slowly but surely get to love this chaotic underworld, learned to take joy at the insane and absolutely nonsensical 'traditions' and he even implemented some himself. It was a great entertainment for him, watching the new generations' faces as they go through each one. Now he knew what Reborn, bless his soul, feels.
Ah. The joy of tormenting the new generation is one of his favorite past time after he retired and passed the mantle to his son.
And now, as he lay at the white hospital bed that is soon turning red due to his blood, with the various noises as skilled doctors tried their best to stabilize is condition, at the loud voices of his guardians ordering, demanding the doctors to move faster, at the cries of his beloved wife with his children trying to calm her down, he oddly felt at peace. His hyper intuition is for once silent, like a static buzzing which is soon drowned by the other noises that he hears, but it doesn't matter anymore.
Tsunayoshi doesn't need it to warn him tell him that his time is up.
He have no worries about the family. He is confident that his son will make the Vongola flourish in his reign. And Kyoko, oh sweet Kyoko will be fine without him around. Their second grandson will born soon and the little tyke will definitely take most her time and attention. Besides, their children are there to keep her company. His guardians on the other hand will be affected by his death the most. He wanted to apologize to them, for being the one to go first. Unfortunately, a hole in his throat is stopped him from saying anything. It's a good thing he wrote his will in advance.
He can feel his organs failing, his breath thinning, his heartbeat slowing down. He can hear, can feel the disturbance that suddenly fell in the room, the hurried footsteps, panic shouts and louder cries.
He wants to reassure them, to tell them that its ok, but he feels oh so tired, his body feeling heavy. He no longer have any strength to show them that everything will be alright.
Except with one thing.
August 11, 20XX
The retired Vongola Decimo, Tsunayoshi Sawada died after an unexpected attack in the Vongola Headquarters. He got 19 bullet wounds in his body and died from blood loss at the Vongola Medical Facility surrounded by his friends and family.
He died with a smile on his face.
And woke up again.
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Sorry about the grammar, English is not my first language. Corrections will be greatly appreciated.