Be prepared for cows and general mayhem.
Blazing Sky
Gen. fic, no pairings.
Features sarcastic!resentful!Tsuna.
Summary: Tsuna isn't stupid. He knows that construction workers usually aren't absent as long as his father is, and construction workers usually don't visit the South Pole to take pictures with penguins. He also knows that normal people can't conjure flames at will, yet he can. What's left is to wait and see, watch and learn. When Reborn goes to Namimori, he expected an idiot student, but found Sawada Tsunayoshi.
Chapter Six - The Cowspawn From Hell
Tsuna had predicted correctly. The moment he and Hibari left the training room, the silver-haired bomber immediately zoomed to his side with a first-aid kit and began to examine him for injuries. Yamamoto and Kusakabe appeared a few seconds later, the former holding towels and the latter holding two water bottles.
"Here, Tsuna, Hibari," said Yamamoto, handing each a towel.
"Thanks, Yamamoto," replied Tsuna, mopping the sweat from his face with the clean towel. His body was still thrumming with heat from the spar, so he turned and took the cold water bottle that Kusakabe handed to him. Unscrewing the cap deftly, he placed the edge against his lips and began to gulp down the refreshing water with gusto. Hibari drank his water at a more sedate pace, his towel slung over his neck to catch the sweat at the back.
"So how was the spar?" asked Yamamoto. The boys had retreated to the room near the entrance where Yamamoto had been doing his homework. Several sheets of binder paper littered the table, all of them displaying a doodle or three of baseballs and bats. Tsuna nearly sweatdropped when he saw them.
"It was good," answered Tsuna, sitting down and draining the rest of the water from the bottle. "I'll be a walking bruise by the end of the week, though."
At this, Gokudera shot a pointed glare at Hibari, which he ignored.
"Every day, you will spar with Hibari just like that," said Reborn, hopping on to his student's head and seating himself in Tsuna's nest of hair. "Even on weekends." Tsuna wanted to groan.
Reborn whacked his student on the head, prompting a familiar pained cry to emit from Tsuna's mouth. "Don't whine," he ordered. "Or I will make you spar with Hibari all day." Tsuna paled and kept quiet.
The next day, the residents of Namimori were treated to a very odd sight. A little boy wearing a cow suit, with a huge black afro around his head, was skipping and balancing on top of the low wall surrounding people's houses. He tilted one way, then the other, singing to himself, "Who are you? I am Lambo! Who am I? You are Lambo!" and didn't seem to care that people were giving him strange looks.
Then the cow boy laughed aloud obnoxiously, declaring to the sky, "Are you ready, Reborn? Be prepared to meet the great Lambo-san!" He continued down the street, singing to himself again.
Back at Tsuna's house, Hana, Kyoko, Tsuna, Yamamoto, Gokudera, and Reborn were all crowded together in Tsuna's room. Hana, Reborn, and Tsuna had banded together in an attempt to tutor Yamamoto, but the baseball player didn't seem to understand any of the concepts. Gokudera's long-winded explanations confused even Hana, so they unceremoniously banned him from tutor duties.
Kyoko stood up, stretching her arms. "Is anyone thirsty? I'll go get some water," she said, surveying the room.
"There are water bottles in the fridge, Kyoko-chan," said Tsuna. "Thanks."
"Sure," said Kyoko, smiling. She left the room to bring refreshments back to the study group.
"Yamamoto, are you even trying at all?" asked a frustrated Hana. Even Tsuna wasn't this hard to tutor!
Yamamoto laughed and scratched the back of his head. "It makes more sense, but I still don't get it," he said. "Maybe one more time?"
Hana let out a long-suffering sigh and flipped the pages of the textbook back to the beginning of the chapter. "If you don't get it after this, I give up," she grumbled.
"See, Juudaime? The baseball freak doesn't have an ounce of intelligence," growled Gokudera, shooting Yamamoto pointed glares. "This is why I should be your right-hand man."
"While that may be true, a right-hand man isn't picked based solely on his intelligence," Tsuna pointed out. "Besides, haven't I already said that neither of you are currently candidates for the position? Unless you can prove to me that you're suitable for it, I'm only going to consider you two as my friends and Vongola guardians, nothing more."
"I apologize for my rude behavior, Juudaime," said Gokudera, getting on his knees and bowing till his forehead touched the floor. "It was most unbecoming of a member of the Vongola Famiglia."
"You don't have to keep bowing to me, Gokudera-kun," sighed Tsuna, touching Gokudera on the shoulder. "We're friends, aren't we? I would rather you call me 'Tsuna' than 'Juudaime.'"
Gokudera looked like a kicked puppy. "But… but…" His mind flashed through all the rules he had memorized during his time in Italy growing up in the mafia. "It's disrespectful! I can't just call you by your name so casually - you're my boss."
"But first and foremost I should be your friend," said Tsuna firmly, looking eyes with the bomber. "Do you understand, Gokudera-kun? I know that the mafia world is a harsh place, but I would like people who support me not because I'm their boss, but because they like me. Just me, Sawada Tsunayoshi, not Vongola Juudaime."
Gokudera swallowed. "I… I'll try, Juuda - I mean, Tsuna-sama," he said. Well, it was better than 'Juudaime'. "Then, if we're friends - w-would you mind calling me 'Hayato', Tsuna-sama?" The bomber sat up, looking hopeful.
"I don't mind," said Tsuna, smiling. "Then from now on, I will call you 'Hayato-kun'." The ecstatic smile on the bomber's face seemed to light up the whole room. From Tsuna's desk, Reborn looked proud of his student. Tsuna truly was a wonder to engage with. He would change the mafia world for the better, and restore Vongola to its former glory as primarily a vigilante group, rather than a mafia family. He couldn't have asked for a better student.
"Whoa!" came Yamamoto's voice behind them. "Hey, Tsuna! There's a cow outside your window!"
Tsuna took a moment to digest Yamamoto's words. There's a what outside my window? He thought, turning. What he saw made him want to facepalm.
It wasn't literally a cow, per se, but a little boy dressed up in a cow suit and pointing a gun towards the window - directly at Reborn. The hitman ignored him though. Instead, he looked at Tsuna and said, "You're shaping up nicely as a boss, Baka-Tsuna. Loyalty to the boss is a good thing to inspire in subordinates."
"Die, Reborn!" said the cow boy, pulling the trigger. Tsuna braced himself for an explosion of glass.
But nothing happened. The cow boy looked confused for a moment, then an epiphany seemed to hit him because he tucked the gun back into his hair. Tsuna didn't want to know how he did that.
"I'm back!" Kyoko announced, opening the door. "Nana-san made some snacks for us, too."
"Thanks, Kyoko-chan," said Tsuna, getting up to help her distribute the snacks and refreshments.
Kyoko saw the weird cow kid outside the window and squealed. "Oh wow, what an adorable kid!" she gushed, going over to the window and opening it. "What's your name, honey?"
Tsuna and Hana traded incredulous glances. How on Earth Kyoko could think a kid with a cow fetish was adorable was completely beyond them.
"I'm not adorable!" the cow boy declared, standing on the branch and posing arrogantly. "I'm the great and powerful Lambo-san, five year-old hitman from the Bovino Famiglia, and on a mission to kill Re - " But before he could finish, the fragile branch snapped beneath his weight, sending the kid plummeting to the ground with a surprised shriek.
Kyoko gasped. "Oh no, is he okay?" she asked, peering over the edge of the sill. She smiled in relief when the kid popped up with nary a scratch, just a few leaves and twigs stuck in his bushy afro. He raced around the corner of the house, presumably to the front door.
"Kyoko-chan, you're not going to bring him inside, are you?" Tsuna deadpanned, settling in his chair. "A cow kid toting a gun is just asking for trouble."
"I'm sure he's just playing around, Tsuna-kun," said Kyoko, sliding the window shut.
"Kyoko-chan, I don't think the gun he was holding was fake," said Hana. "People these days! Who would dare to give a five year-old a gun? They could shoot themselves on accident."
"Most likely he's already been trained not to do that," said Tsuna, uncapping his water bottle. "You heard him - he's a hitman from a mafia family."
"Our lives are never going to be normal again," Hana groaned.
"Your lives weren't normal since you met me," Tsuna said cheekily. He dodged the pencil that was tossed at his head.
"Haha! I think he was funny!" said Yamamoto cheerfully, doodling another baseball on his homework. Hana gave him the evil eye when she saw it.
"A hitman from the Bovino family?" muttered Gokudera, brow furrowed lightly. "He's not like you, is he, Reborn-san?"
"The Bovino Famiglia is a minor family in the mafia world," replied Reborn. "I don't associate with those kinds of low-status people. You can just ignore him."
Right… Tsuna sweatdropped as the faint chime of the doorbell rang and Kyoko was instantly out the door, wondering if the weird cow kid wanted to come inside. Heaven help him now. If the cow boy hid a gun inside his hair, what else could he possibly be hiding in there?
Because Kyoko left the door open, they could hear what was happening downstairs. Apparently no one had been at the door when Nana opened it. Moments later, the cow kid charged into the room, almost running right into Gokudera.
"Ah! A silver octopus!" The boy cried, scooting away from Gokudera.
"Why, you! This is my hair, you shitty cow brat!" growled Gokudera, leaning over to grabbing him by the back of his cow suit. He missed, because at that moment Lambo tripped and went crashing headfirst into the wall.
"G…gotta tolerate it…" he hiccupped, shakily standing back up. "Ooh, what did I trip on? I'm the great Lambo-san from the Bovino Famiglia in Italy! I just tripped!" He turned around, sniffling once. His eyes zeroed in on Reborn, completely ignoring everyone else in the room. "Reborn! Long time no see. It's me, Lambo!"
Reborn completely ignored him, choosing instead to hop over to Yamamoto and Hana. "Remember this formula, Yamamoto," he ordered, pointing to something on the page the textbook was currently open to. "Now, if you plug in these numbers to the correct spots, the answer would be…?"
Hana snuck a look towards Lambo, who was scowling. "Don't ignore me! I'll kill you!" he screamed, rushing towards the baby hitman. Tsuna jerked back as Reborn's arm flashed out and knocked Lambo into the wall again. Then he continued to guide Yamamoto through the question.
"Haha, I see! That makes a lot of sense. The answer is seven, right?" said Yamamoto cheerfully. "But you know, you shouldn't bully other kids!"
"That's correct," said Reborn. "But you've got one thing wrong: I'm not bullying him. He's just a member of a weak family that I have no business with."
"Besides, that shitty cow brat just tried to attack Reborn-san!" said Gokudera. "He was just defending himself."
"Well, unlike Reborn, it appears that kid is actually a kid, five years old in both mind and body," said Hana. She didn't like children much - they were always so loud and noisy and annoying to deal with.
"Tsuna-kun, did the boy come up here?" asked Kyoko, walking back into the room. "Oh!" She spotted the cow kid getting back to his feet and immediately went over to him. "Hello! Are you hurt?"
"L-Lambo-san is fine," the kid mumbled. "And I'm not adorable." He turned to face Reborn again. "Fufu, this time the boss let me borrow lots of weapons! You're going down, Reborn!" To the shock of the people in the room (excluding Reborn), the kid pulled a whole bazooka out of his gigantic afro. And to top things off, the bazooka was purple. That was definitely a warning sign that the bazooka wasn't quite normal.
How is that even possible? Tsuna screamed mentally. He really hoped the kid didn't completely trash his room. As gullible as his mother was, he had no doubt she would be displeased if his room got wrecked and they had to pay to repair it.
"Tada! This is the Ten-Year Bazooka!" Lambo announced, showing it off. "Whoever is shot with this is switched with their ten-years-older self for five minutes!"
"How cool!" said Kyoko, smiling.
"Ten years older? Haha, that sounds awesome," laughed Yamamoto. "You've sure got some fancy toys, kid."
"That's not a toy, baseball freak," growled Gokudera. "I'd heard rumors that the Bovino Famiglia had managed to make something like that, but I didn't think it was true!"
"Hehehe, not so tough are you now, octopus?" said Lambo, smirking. Gokudera twitched and turned to him with a murderous look.
"What did you say, you damn cow?" he yelled, making a grab for him.
Lambo stuck his tongue out and nimbly dodged out of the way. "But boss says I shouldn't use it because it's just a sample," he grumbled, tucking the bazooka back into his hair. Tsuna theorized that Lambo's afro was so large because it contained a dimensional weapons pocket and that was how he managed to hide so many strange things in it. In fact...
"Look at what I found!" Lambo said, grinning at Reborn. In his hands, he held a pink hand grenade.
"A hand grenade?!" Hana gasped.
"Wow, it looks so real!" said Yamamoto.
"Don't you dare destroy Tsuna-sama's house!" yelled Gokudera, bringing out a fistful of dynamites. Tsuna facepalmed. Both hand grenades and dynamite sticks were equally dangerous and could demolish parts of his room.
"Oh my, so energetic!" said Kyoko, clapping her hands together.
"Die, Reborn!" shouted Lambo, hurling the grenade at the impassive hitman.
With yet another single strike, Reborn hit the grenade away from him. It smacked straight into Lambo, sending him flying into the window. The hand grenade then exploded, shattering Tsuna's window.
"Damn it, Reborn!" said Tsuna. "Mom's going to be so mad at me."
"Fix it yourself," ordered Reborn, smirking at his student. "It's not my fault your window was closed."
Sometimes Tsuna wished he could toss Reborn out the window, too.
"Tsu-kun! Come here, please!" Nana's voice called from downstairs.
"Coming!" he called back. He looked at his friends. "You guys can eat the rest of the snacks while I'm gone."
"Thanks, Tsuna!" Yamamoto happily munched down, making sure not to get crumbs on his homework.
"And if you don't mind, can you help clean up the glass? I'm going to have to pay for a replacement with my savings," Tsuna grumbled.
"Just leave it to us, Sawada-kun," said Hana, standing up.
"Of course! Anything for Tsuna-sama!" said Gokudera, hiding his dynamite.
Tsuna left the room. "Yeah, Mom? Do you need me for something?" he asked, spotting his mom standing at the bottom of the stairs.
"This is Lambo-kun," she said, gesturing to the dirty, teary-eyed kid tightly fisting her skirt. "He's Reborn-kun's friend, isn't he? Please make sure they get along."
"Yes, Mom," Tsuna sighed, going down the stairs to bring Lambo back up. He knew it would a futile effort; Reborn had already said that he didn't associate with lower-ranked mafioso. "Hey, Lambo. I'm Tsuna. Come on, I'll help you get cleaned up, okay?"
Lambo sniffled, but allowed himself to be towed up the stairs by Tsuna. Unlike Reborn, this person was being nice to him. He'd trust this person for now, but if he turned out to be a meanie like Reborn, he was going to attack him, too.
He almost made a run for it when he saw the bathtub, but Tsuna quickly caught him and closed and locked the door. "You're dirty, and Mom would be mad if I didn't make an effort to clean you up," said Tsuna, filling the bath. He rummaged around the cupboard under the sink, wondering if his mom had kept a bottle of bath bubbles that he'd used when he was still a little kid.
"Lambo-san doesn't want to take a bath," the boy said, latching himself tightly onto Tsuna's leg.
Aha, found it. Tsuna squirted a bit under the spray and instantly the bath was foaming at the surface with bubbles. "Look, it's not a regular bath. Don't you want to play with bubbles?" asked Tsuna, trying to get his new personal barnacle off. "If you take a bath now, I'll give you candy later. You like candy, right?"
Lambo unstuck himself. "Candy!" he whispered, his wide eyes shining. Immediately he shed his dirty outfit and hopped into the tub, splashing water and bubbles everywhere. Tsuna smiled as he leaned back to avoid getting bubbles in his eyes. Looks like the kid never learned the rule 'don't take candy from strangers'.
He picked up the dirty outfit as Lambo had fun splashing about in the tub, and wondered what he should do with it. He didn't have any outfits that were Lambo's size, but he also didn't want the kid to run around naked while his cow suit was being laundered. Then a thought occurred to him: if his mom had kept the partially empty bottle of bath bubbles, who's to say she didn't keep his baby clothes, as well?
"Lambo, is this the only outfit you have?" Tsuna asked, kneeling in front of the bathtub.
The kid stopped splashing for a moment as he turned his attention to Tsuna. He nodded. "Lambo-san likes cows," he said. "Lambo-san likes that outfit and doesn't want to wear a different one." Well, there went his plan of fitting Lambo in any of his kiddie clothes Nana might have saved.
"But it's dirty. Before you wear again, we need to wash it," said Tsuna.
"Lambo-san doesn't care. Lambo-san can run around naked."
"That's not polite, especially when you're in someone else's house."
The kid blew him a raspberry, pulling down the skin at the bottom of his eye. Lambo was lucky that Tsuna didn't have Gokudera's temper, otherwise he'd be flying out the door, bubbles and all.
"Say, Lambo," Tsuna began as he shampooed the boy's curly mane, "why are you trying to kill Reborn, anyway?"
"Lambo-san's dream is to become the boss of the Bovino Famiglia and make humanity bow down to me," replied Lambo, squirming. Tsuna had to tilt his head back so the foamy shampoo didn't accidentally fall into the kid's eyes. Meanwhile, he was thinking, That's a pretty far-fetched dream for a kid. With a lofty goal like that, I wouldn't be surprised if he became a dictator when he grew up. Lambo continued, "But the boss told me that I have to defeat super first-class hitman Reborn."
Super first-class? Tsuna wasn't even aware there was a class like that. "If he's super first-class, why would your boss send you to kill him? Reborn outclasses you by miles," he said. As if they wanted to get rid of him… They were putting hopes on Reborn to kill him so they wouldn't have to deal with him anymore? That's low, Tsuna thought, scowling.
Lambo sniffled. "D-don't say that. Lambo-san will definitely beat Reborn one day!" he said, splashing the water.
"Hey, hold still. You wouldn't want to get shampoo in your eyes, right?" said Tsuna. "Close your eyes, I'm going to rinse your hair out." He checked to make sure Lambo's eyes were actually closed before he dumped water over the kid's head. "Okay, you can open them again."
"You believe Lambo-san, don't you?" Lambo asked, twisting to look at Tsuna.
"It's not that I don't believe you, but Reborn is very strong. You'll have to train for years before you can beat him," said Tsuna. "Even I probably can't match up to him, and I'm the future boss of Vongola."
Lambo gasped. "You're the next boss of the Vongola Famiglia?" he asked. Tsuna nodded. Lambo pouted. "No fair! I want to be the next boss of the Bovino Famiglia now! Now! Then I could order that stupid meanie Reborn around and laugh as he bows down to me, the great Lambo-san! Gyahahaha!"
Like that's ever going to happen, Tsuna thought silently. He'd let the kid live in his own delusions of grandeur for now. It was good to dream big at five years old, especially growing up in the mafia. The fact that the kid could indulge in such outlandish dreams meant that Lambo hadn't lost his childish innocence yet.
After cleaning up - Tsuna dusted off Lambo's cow suit the best he could, but it still looked like it could use a good run through the washer - they headed downstairs for dinner. Tsuna's friends were already seated at the table.
"You're late, Baka-Tsuna," said Reborn. "Hurry up or I'll eat your portion, too."
"Don't you dare!" said Tsuna, momentarily forgetting about Lambo in order to save his food from the clutches of his evil tutor.
"Lambo-kun, you can sit next to Reborn-kun," said Nana, hoisting the little boy up to the chair. "Be nice to each other, okay?"
"Yes, Maman," said Reborn, although Tsuna could tell he had absolutely no intention of doing so.
"Well, I'm going out for a little bit," said Nana. "Take care of the kids, Tsu-kun! Hana-chan and Kyoko-chan agreed to help you."
"Okay, Mom," Tsuna replied. Nana smiled and left the house, humming a light, cheery tune.
But the moment she was gone, Lambo threw his dinner knife at Reborn, shouting, "Take this, Reborn!" As expected, Reborn batted it back with his spoon and the knife point sliced through Lambo's forehead.
"That's dangerous!" Hana said, standing abruptly from her chair.
"Oh no! Reborn-chan, you shouldn't play with knives like that!" Kyoko chided, getting up to get a wet paper towel to wipe Lambo's forehead with.
But apparently the shock of having his forehead sliced open was too much for Lambo. He shrieked in agony and leaped out of his chair, pulling the purple bazooka from his hair. Pink smoke enveloped the little boy and his tiny form vanished. Instead, it was replaced by a taller silhouette.
When the smoke cleared, Tsuna's jaw dropped. Holy shit!
Five year-old Lambo had turned into fifteen year-old Lambo. And if that wasn't enough to clue a person in on how much a person could have changed, the fact that Lambo had turned into a fairly handsome teenager who had one eye closed made even Hana's and Gokudera's jaws fall to the floor. But the cow-print shirt peeking out from beneath his black jacket indicated that Lambo was still obsessed with cows, however strange that was.
"My, my, seems I've gone back ten years," said the older Lambo. "It's been a while since I've seen you, young Vongola Decimo. Thank you for taking care of me."
"Wow, that is so cool!" said Yamamoto, laughing. "I want to try that bazooka! Then you guys can tell me what my older self is like."
Tsuna continued to gape at the older Lambo. Teenage Lambo sighed and said, "I'm afraid it's not a good time for that, young Takeshi-nii. I can't tell you about the future, but what I want to say is this: don't ever give up, no matter what." He looked so serious and completely different from the childish Lambo they knew that everyone was taken aback. Reborn was the only one who maintained a calm expression.
Tsuna snapped out of his daze first. "Did something happen big happen ten years from now, Lambo?" he asked.
"I can't tell you," said teen Lambo, shaking his head. "It would change the future as I know it."
"I see," said Tsuna. "You can stay in the past for five minutes, right?"
"That's right. The Ten-Year Bazooka switches a person with their future self ten years from now for five minutes," replied teen Lambo. "It's already been about two minutes, so…" He turned to Reborn, who was still calmly munching on his dinner. "Hey, Reborn. It's me, Lambo, the one you kept ignoring."
Reborn didn't once glance in the teenager's direction. He's still ignoring him, Tsuna thought, sweatdropping. Is the Bovino Famiglia really that low in rank?
"As expected from Reborn," said teen Lambo with a half-exasperated, half-fond smile. "Still ignoring me, huh? I'd prove myself to you, but knowing you, you'd probably stab me with your fork or something." Although Reborn gave no indication that he'd heard him, Lambo believed that Reborn hadn't missed a word. He turned back Tsuna.
"You're not trying to kill Reborn anymore?" asked Tsuna.
"I have better things to do than fight with one of my allies, young Vongola Decimo," said teen Lambo, mussing his hair a bit. "Now then, time's almost up, so… remember my warning, young Vongola Famiglia. Don't you dare give up. And take good care of my kid self, okay?"
Gokudera crossed his arms. "Why should we, you idiot cow? You've caused enough trouble for us, breaking Tsuna-sama's window with your grenade!" he growled.
Teen Lambo laughed. "Same old octopus, I see," he said, grinning as the bomber looked murderous. "I know I was an annoying little mooch when I was younger, but thanks for putting up with me anyway. Take care, Ahodera!"
"Why, you - !" Gokudera screamed, leaping forward to throttle the laughing teenager. Teen Lambo disappeared in a burst of pink smoke before Gokudera's hands could close around his throat, leaving a sniffling five year-old behind. Gokudera nearly tripped over him.
Hana finally regained her voice. "You mean that annoying cow kid - " she began, pointing at the miserable boy sitting on the floor, " - turns into that dandy?" She sounded incredulous.
"Guess so," said Tsuna, shrugging. "Who would've thought, huh?"
"Ten years is a long time," said Kyoko, going over to pick Lambo up. "There, there, you're okay now. Want to eat the rest of your dinner?"
"Lambo-san wants candy," the kid sniffed, wiping his eyes.
Oh, right. Tsuna went to one of the cupboards and took out a grape-flavored candy. "Here, Kyoko-chan. I'm not sure if he likes grape flavor, but - "
"Lambo-san loves grape candy!" the kid announced, his eyes going wide and sparkling. "Lambo-san wants grape candy!"
Tsuna laughed and tossed the candy to Kyoko, who caught it and gave it to Lambo. The kid sighed in bliss when the taste of grape-flavored candy washed over his tongue. Kyoko carried him back to the table and the group went back to their meals. Nana came back just as they finished, and she volunteered to clean up while the group returned upstairs to study and do homework.
As the five students settled in Tsuna's room, Reborn hopped on to Tsuna's desk. Although he wasn't fond of Lambo, the teenager's warning sounded too ominous to dismiss.
Don't ever give up, no matter what.
Something major must have happened sometime in the future. Whatever it was, Tsuna and his guardians needed to be prepared for it. Reborn tilted the brim of his fedora down. Even if he wasn't officially part of Vongola, he would do everything in his power to protect the Famiglia. The Vongola was his home and beloved family, no matter how much he denied it.
He looked at Tsuna and his friends, happily chatting away over homework and various other topics. Lambo was still enjoying his grape candy. He couldn't allow these kids to go into the mafia unprepared, or they were doomed.
Maybe he should step up the training. Just a bit.
Wow, I did not expect for Lambo's chapter to run on so long. Sorry I didn't update earlier; I got hit with a dose of real life. In between shopping for school supplies, work, painting commissions, and a stomach bug that may have been food poisoning (threw up periodically for 4 hours), it was kind of hard to write this chapter. But now it's out! Personally, I hate grape-flavored candy.
And the plot thickens. Or so they say, haha. Remember: reviews = motivation!
See you next time.
MangaFreak15
