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Summary: After the Representative Battle of the Rainbow, Reborn returns to Italy to report all the events to the Ninth Vongola Boss. However, while walking the streets of Sicily after almost two years, he begins to hear many rumors circulating about his student, the future Boss of Vongola.
Target 410 - The Hitman Reborn and the Neo Primo
Some days ago…
Italy - Sicily
It was the end of the afternoon, the orange of the sky slowly covered the entire coastal part of Sicily, although the night would soon be announced, the people present there in a specific Italian neighborhood, that did not seem to matter enough to withdraw. In fact, it seemed that most preferred to perform at night.
This was the case with a specific man, although calling a figure no more than one and a half feet a man was probably an exaggeration. He was the figure of a baby in a suit and fedora hat, with a peculiar chameleon on the brim. However, every step he took in the narrow streets seemed to rumble around him, because many people just got out of his way.
Not caring the slightest bit about all the attention he attracted, as if he were used to attracting it, the Hitman continued his walk through those tiled streets that his feet knew by heart, feeling a bit of nostalgia at every step.
It was weird to be here again, when a few days ago he had been closer to death than he remembered in years. A part of him still didn't believe he was still breathing.
He put these thoughts out of his mind, he was always a man who faced death head-on countless times, after all, he was the best assassin in the world, he always lived on the edge. And even now freed from his curse, that would not change, because he was a Hitman and a mafioso, and as such he would never have a truly peaceful life.
Not that he wanted to, he would probably die of boredom before that happened.
Despite his size, he easily opened two double oak doors that led into an old and familiar bar, which smelled of alcohol, cigarettes, and other things that it was too gentlemanly to point out. But the coffee there was good, and it was worth it, it was the kind of place where your student would panic even before knocking on the door, not for less, the Hyper Intuition would probably go crazy with so many people that it could potentially kill any unprepared who entered.
It was nothing as dangerous as being in a room with Varia, but Tsuna probably wouldn't notice that, for something, his student was known as Useless-Tsuna. He was amazing how he could overcome the most chaotic situations that came his way and stay on his feet until the end, and yet he was afraid of such insignificant things as declaring himself to the girl that he liked him.
Without a doubt he was worthless, no use, a total civilian whose heart was too big for the world he had entered.
And even if he said that to himself, it was thanks to this teenager's headstrong that he wouldn't be crushed to death by a curse cast by an eccentric noodle maniac, to protect the balance of the world that he didn't even like so much.
- You look happy. - Said a man with blond, short and straight hair who took a long drag on a cigarette. His name was Giovanni Giorgio, an informant of smug arrogance, bad breath, and a terrible smell of cheap liquor. But he was already in his mid-forties and still kept his whole tongue in his mouth, which, given his work, only proved that he was competent. He didn't believe in good luck in the Mafia world.
- I want an espresso, please. - The words had barely left his mouth and the bartender, a large man with a piece of his right ear missing, handed him his order. - Where is Giuseppe?
- Dead. Head shot. - The man said dry, but clear. - But he taught me how you likes your coffee the first day I was here.
- It's a shame, Giuseppe used to make one of the best coffees in Sicily. - It was his only reaction before he put the drink in his mouth, without exposing more emotion. Then he turned to his interlocutor. - There is no reason not to feel happy when I return home.
Giorgio rested a hand on his chin with interest, even from this distance, Reborn could smell cheap liquor.
- You mean the job in Japan finished? It was much faster than with Cavallone Boss. But I think that is to be expected given the rumors circulating about who will be the Tenth Boss. - He said it with such ridiculously false disinterest that even his student's Sun Guardian would pick up on the lie.
A small smile formed on Reborn's lips hidden by his cup as he took another sip of his espresso. Without getting a response from the former Arcobaleno, the informant decided to continue.
- Varia Boss returned to town a few days ago, his squad was covered in wounds, and if that wasn't enough, they've been intercepting and killing some organ traffickers who have never had a problem with the Vongola before. It is said around that some of its members may need one or two organs after a particularly difficult confrontation.
- Varia is not known for charity. - The bartender commented as he absently dried a glass. - If one of them were injured at that level, they would simply kill him. When bullets or bladed weapons pierce such a body, the mafioso can hardly do anything other than stay bedridden.
- That is where you are wrong, you have probably heard of those flames that are manifested more and more in the underworld every day, it even seems like a plague. And among those flames is one that they say can even return organs to people who have lost them!
- Nonsense, organ trafficking is still as profitable as ever, if this so-called "magic fire" really existed, the black market would have already collapsed. These are just rumors, every day I see a lot of drunk and drugged men who swear they saw those colored lights.
- They are flames, not "colored lights", and I have seen them with my own eyes, I saw a boy in the shanty town destroy a car with a red flame, it just disintegrated! I could hardly believe what I was seeing, there was nothing left!
- As with any normal fire with any car parked in the wrong place at the wrong time.
- Do not be ridiculous! An incendiary act could not disintegrate the fuselage so quickly! The entire mafia has always known that higher-ranking families like Vongola, Cavallone and Giglio Nero had weapons in their hands that escaped the understanding of smaller families, it turns out that in reality these weapons are some metaphysical manifestation that more and more people can use...
Reborn, who had already finished his coffee some time ago, went on to ignore the conversation as the bartender continued to reject the idea. He really couldn't blame him, a few decades ago, he himself wouldn't have believed it, until he was able to manifest by himself the yellow flames of the Sun.
It is true that the Mafia already knew the flames, however common opinion associated them with exclusive weapons in the hands of a few important people, dangerous enough to lead the general population not to ask questions. After all, that was the main rule for surviving in the Mafia anyway.
When they returned from the Future that Will Never Be, an earthquake was triggered, the same one that was responsible for the return of the Shimon Rings, which somehow seemed to have fanned the dormant flames of countless people around the world, and now everyone was paying the consequences. Of course, there was still widespread disbelief about these so-called "colored and magic flames", but the more users manifested them, the more aware they would all be.
- ...That he came from Japan injured like this cannot be a coincidence. - Reborn, once more, put his thoughts aside to listen to again what direction the conversation of Giorgio and the bartender was taking, now that they had stopped arguing about the existence of the flames. - And not only that, according to my sources, even the head of CEDEF spent some time in that country, and he did not return in the best conditions either. The Vongola Tenth must be an extremely difficult person to deal with if even his father returns like this.
At the end of his words, the informant turned to the Hitman, as if seeking confirmation of his observations.
- What happened in Japan anyway?
- It's your job to find out, there's no reason for me to give you this information. - Reborn said simply.
The man looked disgusted, but he had enough sense not to insist.
- But I can tell you that my work is not done yet. - That said, he jumped out of his chair, but not before leaving a few euros on the counter. From the floor with her hat covering her eyes, he addressed the waiter. - Thanks. His coffee is horrible, it has a lot to improve to pass on Giuseppe's legacy with dignity.
Ignoring the man's shocked expression, he headed for the door. Maybe it was the last time he came to this bar, doubted that such a skeptical person would last long in the New Mafia.
Giorgio had probably said goodbye to him, but he couldn't care less when he felt a familiar flame outside the bar. The tall figure, with dreadlocks and cutting eyes, hailing from the Ninth's Mist Guardian, Croquant Bouche, greeted him when he saw it.
- I said I did not need an escort, I know very well the way to the Iron Fort alone. - The Hitman complained politely.
- Orders from the Ninth. Everyone knows about your ability Mr. Reborn, but the Boss is concerned for the safety of Sawada Tsunayoshi, he fears what may happen when rumors spread that you left Japan, and Vongola's enemies see this as an invitation to attack the successor, before he can assume control of the Famiglia.
- And that's why he sent his Mist for me. - It was not a question but a statement, since, unlike when he had gone to that bar, now no one seemed to really see him, and the trembling horizon, classic of a mid-level illusion, explained that this was precisely the case. - And even saying that you know my ability, you dealt with the scum before I could. He finished by pointing to a short man writhing almost as if convulsing at the guardian's feet.
Croquant just smiled.
- That's just a bonus.
Reborn suppressed a sigh.
- I was never one of those who hide, and Nono knows very well that Tsuna and his guardians can defend themselves very well even if I'm not there.
- Not that I don't trust Mr Sawada, but can you really blame him after the state that Mr Xanxus has returned?
No, I honestly couldn't. As much as he trusted his student, the fight against Jaguer and Bermuda had been brutal to put it simple, not because of something, besides the report and what Croquant himself had witnessed, the ninth had requested his presence, it was the minimum after almost losing his last son, the leader of CEDEF, and his only successor in less than a week.
- Fine. - He would, just this once.
- Then we can go to the Fort.
With a nod, the Mist showed him the way and a luxury car awaiting them.
-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-
All the way to the Iron Fort, Reborn said nothing more relevant than occasional monosyllabic responses, no matter how much the Ninth Generation Mist Guardian questioned him about the events of the Representative Battle that he did not learn from Talbot.
This was after all the best assassin in the world, extracting information from the Ex-Arcobaleno was as fruitful as asking Lal Mirch not to hit anyone from CEDEF who, according to her, had done something stupid. A job doomed to failure. With a sigh seeing the Vongola headquarters through the car window, he internally wished his boss had better luck.
The limousine stopped in front of the huge black iron gates of the immense property, so the guards saw the people inside the vehicle when Croquant Bouche rolled down the window of the armored car, they opened the entrance and were able to continue, but Reborn could see a mafioso, apparently a short soldier, pointing a kind of machine at them, very similar to a traffic camera.
Immediately the distrustful assassin was on guard, even without letting it show itself, the Mist turned in his direction. It was the least expected of a mobster who could grow old within the mafia to be on the lookout for any sign. Turning in the same direction the Sun was facing, he understood something that didn't need to be said.
That was the level of insight that he hoped Tsuna's guardians would one day have, at least Yamamoto was on the right track.
- That's a flame detector. - He answered the silent question. - With the increasing proliferation of flame users, we must ensure that no Suicidal Mist comes up with the brilliant idea of trying to impersonate any of us.
- This will be useless if the Mist in question uses Verde's machinery, which can store any flame within itself, in its illusion. With that in hand, it wouldn't be difficult for an average illusionist to mistake these detectors for another item. Knowing that mad scientist, as soon as the Representative Battle ended, he must have already tried to sell that junk to all the families who can afford it.
- You're right, Verde even offered one of those to the boss a few days ago. - Commented the Guardian getting out of the car and opening the door for the assassin to pass as soon as they reached the entrance of the mansion, and beginning to guide him inside the structure. - That is why our detectors are programmed to recognize our flames. All Vongola members who have access to the Iron Fort have their llamas stored in our database, after all, each one is as unique as a fingerprint.
Reborn lowered his fedora hat, his lips curved in defiance.
- All the members?
Croquant Bouche almost smiled.
-No. Mammon flatly refused to have his flame registered without first receiving an impossible payment.
Their conversation was interrupted when they reached the huge oak doors decorated with the family crest and the nine in Roman numerals above it. Croquant Bouche knocked on the door five times, which was surely an internal password, because almost immediately the Ninth Boss opened the door himself with a big smile on his face.
- Reborn, Bouche, I was waiting for you two.
-.-.-.-.-.-
He was sitting in a comfortable chair that was at least five times his size, with height-adjustable cushions already in place so that he could look the head of the family directly in the eye, there was no doubt that Timoteo knew him well.
The man in question, after greeting him with a big smile and leading him to his seat, had sat in his own high chair, looking at him with those tender eyes that looked too much like his grandson to be such distant relatives.
However, what really caught the assassin's attention at this point was the guardian's stay in the room. The boss smiled his best apologetic smile.
- Sorry old friend, since the incident with Gola Mosca in the Battle of the Rings, my guardians just won't let me go alone to just one meeting. - He explained with a sigh clearly more dramatic than real. - It's the price of age, I suppose, not even my dearest friends trust me to handle an intruder by myself!
Croquant's rolled his eyes blank at what he said only showed how many times his boss had complained for the same reason, in addition to betraying their close relationship.
Reborn could easily imagine his student and Gokudera in the same situation in the future.
- We don't want any more surprises, Timo. -Bouche dared to confront without moving from his bodyguard position behind the chair of his friend. - You are not the only one who is getting old, if we allow something like this to happen again, I doubt that Coyote will resist a heart attack, and even if he did, I do not doubt that he would return from the dead only to kill us for failing you again.
That made the family patriarch laugh, with a slight and somewhat hoarse cough, but still a laugh.
- I guess you're right, no one wants to be haunted by Coyote. - He commented with a joke, and it was impossible not to notice how the room had become warmer after this little interaction, he could feel how, what must probably be Nono's flames, seemed to drip from his body and comfortably warm the room, bringing a feeling of warmth and home.
And even though he felt it, something inside Reborn still felt cold, a feeling that he thought came from the curse, but even now that he had gotten rid of it, it remained present, and not even the Vongola Sky seemed to be able to relieve it.
He set out to worry about it later when Timoteo's eyes softly and sadly grew more serious, and although the warm feeling didn't go away, it clearly faded with the action, leaving behind an imposing and powerful man, capable of hold the world on his shoulders without even lowering his head. Exactly how she hoped Tsuna would one day be.
No.
In fact, his expectations were for Tsuna to be even better than that.
He smiled.
- You must know why I requested your presence, friend. - The boss began without looking away and without really waiting for an answer. - Since the sudden call from Tsunayoshi*, wanting to know about Talbot's location, I have been very worried. Despite the information Bouche relayed to me through Talbot himself and his reports, Reborn, I could not calm my weary heart when my External Advisor and my own son, and his guardians, returned home in a state so deplorable.
The man paused for a moment, concern etched into every wrinkle on his face.
- Iemitsu had informed me about the Representative Battle, and since Xanxus and his people were away with Mammon at the same time, it was easy for me to know to reason for the Squalo's sudden advice me that they were leaving for Japan. And although I did not feel comfortable and in the least pleased that my Advisor, my son and grandson, and only heir, participated in a battle whose organizer, again. - He pointed. - We didn't know anything, I let it happen. Because both you and Iemitsu convinced me that this would be important for Tsunayoshi's growth. However, everything escalated to a level that he would never have imagined.
Reborn was unfazed by the comments.
- When I confronted Tsunayoshi about he becoming the Tenth before the Succession Ceremony* and then backed off after his refusal to succeed me, you told me that I was too soft, now that I look back I think you were right, he should have inherited Vongola when this whole affair with the Shimon came to an Tsunayoshi had moved to Italy at that time, he would have had a lot of eyes on him and more people could have helped him to prevent the situation from becoming so chaotic, so that we would not have to face this scenario in which we have almost lost, at same time, the three pillars of the Vongola.- He sighed wearily, thus revealing his entire age.
- And precisely those many eyes looking at him would prevent him from growing. - Reborn dared to contradict, speaking for the first time.
- Grow more? - Refuted the ninth. - As far as I know, if Talbot's invention hadn't worked, now my grandson would be Sky Arcobaleno, my only grandson, condemned to a cursed existence that would lead his life as happened with so many bosses of Giglio Nero.
- It's true. - The Hitman said almost dryly. - But it didn't happen. There is no use arguing "what if" Timoteo, the reality we have is this. Tsuna's headstrong broke the curse, and that's why no one else will be Arcobaleno.
- Yes, I understand. - He confirmed looking heavily into the eyes of the assassin. - But that does not change the fact that, according to the words of that certain "Kawahira", Tsunayoshi was the first in line to succeed the young Uni. And although the Arcobaleno system no longer exists, it was made up of the strongest members of the mafia. - A normal person, at that moment, would have looked away. But Reborn stood his ground, looking into those eyes that seemed capable of burning him where he was without lifting a single finger. - Be honest with me, Reborn. Would my grandson already be the strongest sky in the Mafia?
He couldn't help but smile again.
Yes, he had also thought about that after hearing Kawahira's words at the end of the battle, after all, only the elite of the elite became Arcobaleno, even Skull, that was scum, still was respectable among the Clouds for their absurd resistance. Being first on the list for something like this was no small feat.
- Who knows. - He said simply. - But even if so, he lacks real experience. The biggest prove was his fight with Iemitsu, depending on how he faced it, CEDEF would still win. His Advisor humiliated my student in many ways during the battle because of this difference.
A smile formed on Timoteo's face, one that indicated that he seemed to have grasped something that Reborn had missed.
- Ah, that's why you almost killed him. - He commented too casual for the topic at hand.
- Lal and Colonello told Brouche that you almost hit him in the jugular while you demonstrated your true form to Tsunayoshi and taught him how to face it.
- I am a Hitman, I always fight to kill, but that does not mean that he cannot control me. I would never kill an ally for no reason, Lal and Colonello know that.
The boss's smile didn't change an inch.
- Many times Iemitsu came to me to complain that you were sending more and more bills for repairs in his house*, possibly with the impression that this would earn him a raise. - He laughed softly, showing how ridiculous that idea was.
- Then I understand where Tsuna got his tendency to complain. - It was the only direct answer of his. - My teachings cause collateral damage, but nothing so serious that it deserves such an inconvenience to the head of the family.
- My friend, what you consider serious I consider mortal. He corrected, still smiling. - But I understand your point, that's why I always reinforced that with you Tsunayoshi would be safe and one day he would become a great boss, like Bronco* Dino. You would have seen his face proud of his son, when he told me how Tsunayoshi managed to gather several of the most dangerous of the Mafia under his roof to work together. This is definitely the boss that Vongola needs, even if he still lacks experience.
- Timoteo. - Named it clearly. - I think he's ready to be the Tenth Vongola. In fact, to me he already is. - His comment was so frank and direct that he made Croquant Bouche raise his eyebrows. - He already knows how to be a leader when the situation demands it, but as a mafioso he is still very civil. So first I want to improve his deplorable grades in school, at least finish Chuugaku*, before he permanently moves to Italy.
- Chuugaku. - Nono repeated with a marked accent. - That would take a little over a year. I understand. Well, my health is not the best and I really wanted to retire, but I can wait another year. - He allowed himself to joke, but soon his expression was serious again. - Just promise me you'll keep him away from any insanity involving time travel to dystopian futures, battles with ghosts, undead, and ancient beings, or anything on that level from now on. Honestly, I don't think I can handle another round of this. I still don't know which is worse, Vindice to be what them are, or knowing that an ancestor of ours chased us and used an old ally to attack us from behind.
It was Reborn's turn to provoke, his old friendship allowed it.
- I promise, I won't let Tsuna be abducted or anything like that from now on. However, it was you yourself Timoteo who allowed he to confront the Shimon.
- Yes, but I never imagined that Daemon's spirit was involved. - He sighed he running his hands through his hair, where an entrance was already visible. - My Hyper Intuition told me at that moment that Tsunayoshi was the most suitable to solve that situation, and I was hoping that Cervello would show up to judge this competition and we could get answers from them, but my wish was not fulfilled. And I thought that the craziest thing that had happened to me was meeting all the previous bosses in a delirium when I was mortally wounded in an attack.
- I heard rumors about the flames and what the tenth boss will be like on the way here. - Reborn changed the subject while Timoteo took a medicine from a drawer talking in a low voice with his guardian, or better, being scolded by him. - Everyone said very interesting things.
- I suppose. - Confirmed the boss taking his medicine with the help of a glass already prepared on his desk. - Since the flames began to become more common, we had many headaches. Although in smaller numbers, many Sky have been appearing in other families, and with that the Vongola no longer has a special status, a weapon that only it and a few around it possess, and although I have endeavored to forge alliances with the Emerging Sky families, like Tomasso and Bertesca, there are families, like Evocatore, that are getting more and more space, even being managed by other flames. Not to mention all the incidents with civilians outside the mafia that for one reason or other end up awakening their skills. If it weren't for Vindice's performance and swift mafia recruitment, we'd already be exposed to the world. I wonder how other organizations are dealing with this, I know that Bratva and the Triad have it very controlled. Yakuza, for its part, is very closed about its business, although lately they have expanded more.
- Japaneses very closed? Classic. - Ironized Reborn.
- I hoped to forge a good relationship with the Yakuza through Tsunayoshi. - Confessed Timoteo with a sad smile, leaving his glass on the table. - But after your report on Momokyokai* I lost hope.
- Since Fon and the Hibari broke up with the Yakuza, taking out a dozen ragamuffins, they no longer set foot in Namimori, and even after the incident, the youngest of the family is enough to keep them under control, precisely because of this, he ended up becoming the perfect Cloud Guardian.
- Certainly. I guess it's not bad handling either. It is better that they fear us, than that they having no feeling for us, even through a single guardian.
- If I can, Nono. - He called him by his title, thus getting the patriarch's full attention, while lowered the fedora hat over his eyes, which did not hide his smile that promised chaos. - I suggest we use the rumors to our advantage. If the Mafia wants to know what the next Vongola boss will look like, why not give them a demo?
- What do you have in mind, friend? - Timoteo questioned with a slight suspicion. The other's smile only widened, even Croquant flinched at that. -Tsuna spent almost two* years denying the title of Tenth, because he does not want to bear the sin committed by all previous generations. - The Hitman recited.
- Yes, I can understand that. After all, it is our legacy.
- But Tsuna does not care about this legacy, in fact, he would not rule out the possibility that he tries to destroy Vongola if this is the only way to end the bloody history of the family.
- What?! - Bouche exclaimed in dismay, and even despite everything he had seen, he could not imagine that frail boy in such a setting.
- I'm aware.
- But ninth!
- But nothing Bouche, if even that boy with a pure heart cannot redeem our family, I agree that the best thing for everyone will be that it ends. - He affirmed firmly without turning to the other.
- Precisely Nono, what Vongola needs most right now is: Renewal. Reborn and return to what was in Giotto's past. - He dropped his hat, a different gleam in his dark onyx eyes. - That's why I suggest we change Tsuna's title from "Decimo" to "Neo Vongola Primo". The one that will take Vongola back to his origins.
Silence, was what followed his suggestion. Timoteo blinked in surprise as Bouche's eyes widened. The guardian was about to argue the absurdity of this when his boss laughed.
- This is so arrogant, I can already imagine how that is going to drive the Council crazy. - He managed to say with a trace of voice, wiping away the tears resulting from his laughter. - I loved. Consider it approved.
- But Ninth! - He tried to counteract the Fog, and noticing how he would not succeed, what's more, his boss was already willing to write a statement about it, sealing it with his flame, he limited himself to sighing and muttering under his breath. - Xanxus will be furious...
After that, while he was writing his announcement, the serious meeting was limited to more trivial comments. As soon as the document was finalized, Nono personally handed it over to the Ex-Arcobaleno.
- Reborn, one last question. - This caused the Hitman, who was already walking towards the door before Bouche could suggest accompanying him again, to turn towards the Vongola. - I feel that this time you really clung to your student, although you cared about Dino, your relationship with my grandson is different. And I feel it even before he helped break your curse.
Again the professor covered his eyes with his hat.
- It was he who clung to me, Timoteo, by now he must be desperate, thinking that I have abandoned him. - He replied with a malicious smile. - And since his Advisor never goes home, he needed me much more than Dino, who at least already had Romario by his side.
- I see, it makes sense. - Was the boss's only response. - In that case, I hope you have a great trip back.
- I will have. I'll let you know when I arrive. - And without further ado, he withdrew.
Because of that, he missed the Ninth boss's smile, one that he could clearly see through the lie, even when the assassin himself could believe it.
And Bouche himself had seen through the assassin this time.
- Take the opportunity that my grandson gave you, Reborn. You have a whole life ahead of you now. - He wished, returning to his functions.
Notes:
* In chapter 389 during the Representative Battle's Arc, Tsuna calls Timoteo wanting to know the location of Talbot, who has been in Japan since the Inheritance Ceremony of the previous arc. Tsuna enlists Talbot's help to save the life of the Arcobalenos.
* In chapter 293, Nono and his Guardians went to Japan (Staying in the same hotel that Varia normally stays) to speak directly to Tsuna about the Inheritance Ceremony, where he refuses to become the tenth. In the next chapter Timoteo says that there is no problem and that they could cancel the Ceremony, while he says that he will not give up so easily (but he does not try again until the end of the manga).
* During chapter 378, Iemitsu says that he was still paying the debts of the house, which does not make sense, considering the time it took to build the house, it is impossible that the leader of an intelligence organization does not have enough money to finish pay for it. So we interpret that when Iemitsu talks about his "debts", he is referring to the repairs of the house every time it was destroyed at the beginning of the manga (in the middle, at the end...), mainly because of the spartan training of Reborn.
* Dino's nickname is Haneuma, which translates to Wild Horse, while Cavallone is the name of his Famiglia, which in turn means "Big Horse". But we decided to translate his "last name" as Bronco, since that is a name that is given to horses that have a gigantic resistance, but broncos also have another name, they are known as "Bucking Horse", or "Roughstock", something like "Resistant Horse" or "Violent Horse", that is, it would be the title of the character, just look at how Squalo always refers to Dino as the "Wild Horse", so we chose the name Bronco because it is the Italian version.
* We will use Chuugaku in our story, although the translation is something like "middle school". For reasons of "In our country this is backwards and will confuse us a lot", we decided to leave it in Japanese.
* In chapter 28 (chapter following the first appearance of Dino), episode 8 of the anime, to test Tsuna's Guardians, Reborn and Dino set a trap to see how Gokudera and Yamamoto will react, they intend to kidnap Tsuna, claiming that he was taken away by a Japanese "mob", the Yakuza Momokyokai, which in the end turned out to be real. When the trio arrive at the group's hideout, they realize that the pair had already defeated several members. In the end, more Yakuza arrive, so they all gather together and end the "threat", thus destroying the Yakuza Momokyokei forever, or almost. (not that it matters too much).
* According to "Databook Vongola 77", Reborn came to Japan to train Tsuna on June 18, 2004, then Tsuna would do 13 years in 4 months. Throughout history Tsuna "had" 2 birthdays, the 13-year-old celebrated modestly in the hospital and the 14-year-old without commemorations due to the events of Arc Varia. Reborn said in this very arc that he has been training Tsuna for a year and a half.