Chapter Ten

''... What?'' Tsuna frowned.

Yata Misaki growled. ''I asked you, what the fuck do you want with HOMRA?! You're a spy, are you not?!''

Eh? Why would anyone would like to spy a bar?

''Yata!'' Kusanagi was glaring at the teen.

''But Kusanagi-san!'' Yata began. But the man's glare didn't falter. The teen clicked his tongue and stormed out of the bar.

Izumo sighed. ''Sorry about that, Sawada.''

''It's fine, Kusanagi-san,'' Tsuna said. ''Um... What was that about?'' he tilted his head in confusion.

''You might have not known since you're new in the city,'' Kusanagi started. ''But, HOMRA is kinda like an organization.''

''Eh?!'' Tsuna exclaimed. ''Organization?! Y-you're not doing illegal things, aren't you?'' he asked nervously. Fortunately, the other shook his head making him sigh in relief.

The last thing he would need right now was some reputation. Bad reputation.

''Then that's good,'' Tsuna said and went back to work.

Somehow, it made Kusanagi want to sweat drop...