(Yamamoto the Gardner's Statement/POV: Milk and Home Runs)

I like to garden! And drink milk! And hit home runs!

But, since I couldn't get a job doing the last two, I garden for a living.

Treland… Well, Treland was a great guy. I mean, anyone who owns a baseball stadium and milk farm has to be great, right?

And his garden! I can trim the hedges however I want!

And if I have time, I try to study in his library, but then I always end up hitting a book out a window.

As for where I was?

Well.

Don't tell anyone, but I was busy practicing my batting skills at Treland's super neat baseball stadium.

State of the art ball-throwing machines!

They go "Zwoo zwoo zwoo PHWONG! Pew pew pew! Pah pah pah! BAM!"

And then you hit the ball!

They can be flung at you at really high speeds and everything.

It's connected to this super-duper awesome massive tank filled with thousands of thousands of baseballs!

So I stayed there for a while. You can check the security records and chat up the security guards.

I've been gone for a few days. Just batting, ha ha! Time flies when you're having fun!

Don't let Gokudera know I've been shirking my duties.

I'll never catch up on all the gardening work while he's trying to distract me.

Something about proving to Tsuna his capabilities and competence. Ability to protect people and stuff. Eh he, I don't actually listen to him when I should...

I'm not sure, to be honest. Buuuuut, I think I need more milk. Bye now~


I have no idea how long it's been since I uploaded anything, but this is just a really short chapter with almost no relevance to the plot. Once I'm able to get the rusted gears turning and the brain waves going, I'll be trying to finish up some stories and hopefully branch out to different series. It's been a long time, but my writing has improved quite a bit. But this chapter is no indication of that. ^^"