CHAPTER 8: APPLES AND MUKUROSAMAS
And so it was only a matter of time before summer came to catch up, complete with promises of humidity and heat. The Sawadas had woken up in the very early light of a June morning in hopes of visiting Nana's parents who owned a small apple plantation. Tsuna was especially excited and bounced happily in his seat in the car. He was geared in his favorite hat armed with crayons and coloring books for the long drive there. In his small backpack was his packed clothes, it's zipper nearly breaking from the immense amount of toys he had stashed away. Among them was his swimwear and inner tube that he precariously deflated to fit in with his other belongings. They always went swimming at the lake there every year. The small family sat in their car, Iemitsu occasionally pointing out attractions as they passed.
Tsuna loved this time of year only for the reason of no school and he didn't have sleep and wake up early on weekdays. But he was kinda sad that Gokudera and Yamamoto were still in Namimori (they were bored out of their minds without Tsuna around) he wished for them to have a happy summer until he came back for them.
After three naps and four completed colored pictures, they arrived at the apple plantation. Oba-san and Oji-san had rained kisses down on him the moment he stepped out of the car. They gushed about Tsuna for a few minutes. After Oba-san had doted upon him, saying he was getting cuter every year and Oji-san tried repairing his masculinity (However little there really was—and it deemed to be a difficult task for Oji-san to flesh it out) the family went inside. Nana's parents were happily married for over thirty years now and have been taking care of the apple plantation since their youth. Nana left the farm after she turned twelve to study in Namimori, there she met Iemitsu (who was a foreign exchange student from Italy) Nana was the pretty small town farm girl and Iemitsu was the handsome, foreign prince charming. Let's just say that Nana's adolescence was a princess's dream come true.
The family sat in the small living room and chatted there to catch up what has been happening lately. The men talked about politics and the women talked about the materials Oba-san used to stitch up the curtains in the guestroom. As for Tsuna? He sat in front of the electric fan, making funny faces at it, because the air would slip inside his mouth and puff out his cheeks (Nana took a few pictures of this adorable moment). After awhile the women decided to cook together. They had tonkatsu for dinner—it was Nana's favorite. Oba-san and Oji-san told the Sawadas that tomorrow they'll begin picking apples, and if they'd like they could join in. Nana immediately agreed, excited because she hadn't done it for so long.
Oba-san led them to Nana's old room, which hadn't changed much over the years she was gone. Her stack of shoujo manga still stacked up in the bookshelf and her desk full of old homework assignments untouched. It was small but big enough to fit the three occupants. Nana squealed happily and jumped onto her bed like she was a teenager again, "I can't believe it! It hasn't changed one bit!" Nana said laughing delicately into her old doll.
"Yes," Oba-san said smiling, "We tried not to change it, we really missed you. If you'd like, Tsuna can sleep here."
Nana spun around to look down at her son, "Isn't it wonderful, Tsu-kun? You get to sleep in mommy's old room!"
Apparently he hadn't thought of the consequences of what little andric had diminished on his reaction to this knowledge. Tsuna beamed up at the grownups, "Will mama and papa sleep here too?"
"Oh no, sweetie," Nana said waving a hand, still smiling, "Me and papa will sleep in the guestroom."
"Oh." Tsuna said disappointingly, but brightened up, "Okay."
Nana and Oba-san left the room, chatting about how well-mannered Tsuna was as they went to retrieve some futons for the guestroom. Iemitsu laughed nervously as he glanced around the garishly pink room and patted Tsuna 's head and whispered, "Don't worry Tsuna, it's only for two weeks."
"I'm not worried papa. I like the room." Tsuna said smiling up at his papa, albeit confused.
Sometimes, his own father doubted his son's masculinity.
Later in the night, Hibari came, as Tsuna expected. Hibari frowned, not use to the pink surrounding. He turned towards Tsuna with a rare confused expression, "Where are we?"
"We're at Oba-san's and Oji-san's apple plantation, Hibari-san." Tsuna said smiling, almost apologetically. Though he didn't know why he was apologetic.
Hibari didn't answer, walking to the stack of shoujo manga and grabbing the one on top. He skimmed through it lightly with only the moonlight filtering as a lamp.
"What are you reading, Hibari-san?" Tsuna climbed out of the pink frilly bed and walked towards Hibari.
Without looking at him, Hibari tossed Tsuna the shoujo manga. Tsuna fumbled getting a good grip at it. Unlike Hibari he couldn't read well in the dark and turned on the lamp on the bed stand. Tsuna, armed with the book in his tiny hands, climbed up the bed, pulled up the covers, and read there. Mutely, Hibari reached for volume two of the series from the stack carefully, making sure the old bookcase didn't collapse out of the lack of balance. Hibari skimmed through the book before putting that one down too and getting volume three. "Interesting…" Hibari mumbled thoughtfully.
Tsuna peered curiously up from his book. Hibari could read so fast! He already made it to volume three already! Tsuna pouted as he stared at the first page he was on. He didn't like shoujo manga all too much himself. He tried reading one at Yamamoto's house (Yamamoto said a young girl left it at the sushi bar and didn't come back for it,) but it was too strange for Tsuna to understand. There was often a lot of backgrounds, everything was too pointy, the letter bubbles, the flowers. He didn't like any of it. But he didn't understand what about it captivated the boogie man.
Hibari shrugged and went back to reading. After awhile Tsuna became drowsy and fell asleep with the book on his stomach. Hibari quietly took the book from Tsuna and put it back on the shelf. He turned the lamp off and pulled the covers up to Tsuna's chin and after that, Hibari crawled under Nana's desk and disappeared.
The next morning, Nana happily flitted into her old bedroom and woke Tsuna up. He was surprised because he didn't remember falling asleep at all and that it was daytime and Hibari had long exited. Iemitsu had came in and gave a burly gorilla hug to his son as he sat up rubbing his eyes with the balls of his hands, Nana's camera going off rapid fire. After Tsuna freshened up and brushed his teeth, the three headed downstairs. Oba-san was already done making breakfast and Oji-san was reading the morning paper.
"Can you believe it?" Oji-san mumbled from over his newspaper across the breakfast table over to Iemitsu, "They say that for some reason there's been a lot of kidnapping around the area." Oji-san clicked his tongue disapprovingly, "Things people do these days."
"I agree," Iemitsu said, taking a bite out of his eggs, "I don't see a lot of people walking around anymore. Especially kids. They think it's a masher or some random psychopath. I hope they catch him soon."
"Hush you two," Oba-san reprimanded, "We're at the table now."
There was short moment of silence. "So, Oka-san," Nana said cheerfully, "How are we going to pick the apples today? You told me on the phone you have a cart to wheel them around now."
"Ah yes," Oba-san said smiling, "We got it last year. It's really useful and we've gotten old now so it's easy on our backs—"
"Amen to that!" Oji-san said laughing deep-throatily, hand rubbing his belly.
"—But today we're not going to use it." Oba-san interrupted, her smug smile growing in width.
Oji-san's laugh cut short, and he backpedaled in surprise to stare at his wife.
"Since Nana is here we should put our backs into it dear, we wouldn't want our own duaghter to outdo us now, would we?"
Oji-san groaned disappointingly and the Sawadas let out a long peal of laughter.
The apple picking began. Tsuna had his own little basket to carry around and he picked at the apples in the lower branches where he could reach. But none of those apples were as tasty looking as the ones on the higher branches. Tsuna squealed frightfully as Iemitsu suddenly scooped Tsuna up and placed him on his shoulders. He grinned up at Tsuna as his son clutched at Iemitsu head. "Okay Tsuna!" Iemitsu said pointing at a ruby red apple at a high branch. "Get that one! It looks pretty good!"
Tsuna nodded and reached for the apple. After a short tug of war with the branch Tsuna finally retrieved the fruit. "Okay, Tsuna! You see that basket over there?" Iemitsu said pointing at the basket on the dirt floor, "Try throwing it inside there!" Tsuna gulped. He wasn't a good thrower but he could try. Pathetically, he tried copying Yamamoto's pitches but the apple only reached two feet in front of them before dropping dead to the ground. Tsuna pouted. Iemitsu laughed heartedly before picking up the apple, rubbed it with the front of his shirt, and tossed it in the basket with easy effort.
Nana was taking so many pictures by the first hour she already ran out of memory before she had to go back inside to retrieve another memory card. A lot of the pictures consisted of Tsuna and Iemitsu and some of her parents. Oji-san and Oba-san went about picking apples like they usually did, with professional care and preciseness. Although Oji-san kept complaining about his back and Oba-san kept hushing him, they were so thrilled to have Nana back again, Oji-san hadn't even suggested on using the wagon.
After four long hours, they decided to take a break. Oba-san had made a delicious toasty apple pie with a cup of milk. Oji-san complained openly again about eating too many apples that the taste was imprinted in his brain until Oba-san cuffed his head to silence him. Tsuna noticed that Oji-san liked to complain and Oba-san likewise liked to shut him up. Tsuna shrugged a mouthful as he chewed on another bite, he wasn't used to it. He never seen his parents bicker or fight before. His parents were the opposite actually. Nana was always eerily cheerful at times and Iemitsu was overly robust in everything he did. After a long day, they went to sleep.
The next morning, the family headed out for the lake. Tsuna brought his inner tube, swimming trunks, and goggles. Iemitsu had jumped in the lake first, despite the freezing cold water, he looked positively glowing. Seeing, his father's little to nothing reaction Tsuna took no hesitation in jumping off too. Too bad for Tsuna he realized his mistake a little bit too late, he sputtered, the cold water seeped right through his tiny body. His papa only laughed loudly and brought Tsuna closer so he could climb on him. Unlike Tsuna, whose legs couldn't reach the bottom of the lake (not that he wanted to, eck! Who knows what mucky, oozy disgusting things were down there?) Iemitsu could stand perfectly without any problem.
"Papa, isn't it gross to touch the floor? Isn't stuff all slimy down there?" Tsuna recalled, remembering the last time he dared to touch the ocean sea floor there was something squishy he had stepped on. Although Tsuna didn't even know what it was, he never touched the bottom of any outdoor body of water ever again.
"No, son," Iemitsu said patting the mass of wet hair, "It's perfectly fine."
Tsuna had always known that his father's definition of 'perfectly fine' has always been massively off. So he didn't take any chances. He clung onto Iemitsu until they were safely at the shore and took care when he climbed off the man. He settled with just playing with his Power Ranger action figure at the shallow waters. While Tsuna busied himself, Iemitsu flirted with Nana, splashing water at the sun-bathing mom. Instead of being mad, Nana giggled and went to the dock to splash him back. Whilst Nana and Iemitsu exchanged playful banter, a strong gust bursted through the lake, completely taking Tsuna's favorite hat for a ride. Tsuna cried in surprise, dropped his action figure and stumbled after his flying cap.
It never occurred to Tsuna to notice how unnatural the wind seemed or how its movements seemed mechanical, twisted, made sharp turns that leaded Tsuna deeper, deeper into the woods.
"Now, dear, you're going to get my dress wet!" Nana teased Iemitsu and shooed him away with a hand.
"Not that you'd mind anyway," Iemitsu chuckled heartedly eyebrows waggling, "I love the dress Nana, but a little water can't hurt you." With that, Iemitsu grabbed Nana by the waist and pulled her down from the dock into the water. Nana squealed loudly and wrapped her legs around Iemitsu's torso, not expecting the cold but Iemitsu's warmth seemed to make up for it greatly. She slapped him playfully on the shoulder, but allowed Iemitsu to carry her through the water. She was soaked now, but she didn't seem to mind as she claimed she would. Nana took off her sunhat and shoved it up Iemitsu's face, blinding him for a few seconds. But it was enough for Nana relinquish his hold on her and swim away as fast as her dress could allow her. Iemitsu tucked the sunhat under his arm and swam after her. He caught her easily. They giggled and frolicked through the water together.
Hibari feigned disinterest as he watched the flirting parents. They didn't seem adults with the way they were acting, or always acted, even though Hibari was younger—his maturity sky rocketed through the roof compared to these teenagers-turned-adults. Today he was assigned to watch over the family today, even though they were on vacation he couldn't take chances. He turned to look over where Tsuna was playing, expecting him to be sitting on the shore—looking decidedly frightened by the water lapping at his feet. But he wasn't there.
Hibari blinked in confusion before it completely sunk in. What? Hibari stood up from his hiding place. He wildly glanced around for Tsunayoshi. When he didn't see any sign of him, he sprinted to where he saw Tsuna playing earlier. Nana and Iemitsu were so caught up in their prancing they didn't see Hibari's dark figure dart to the shore. An overwhelming rise of panic flowed through Hibari. Wet, dark sand collected at the soles of Hibari's black oxford shoes as he prowled in a menacing circle. The waves lapped at the action figure and Hibari watched with a sense of strange adrenaline as his eyes followed the trail of small footsteps leading into the forest.
He couldn't have gotten too far, Hibari thought to himself, he couldn't have. Even though it was partially his fault for taking his eyes off of the child, he couldn't help but be irritated at Tsuna. Just one minute he takes his eyes off that child is all that it took! He followed the footsteps and glared at the floor when the footsteps stopped when it reached the leafy trail. It was nearly impossible to tell where Tsunayoshi went. With the leaves all over the ground it was as if no one walked here in the first place.
He quickly stalked off into the forest. Hibari wasn't about to give up anytime soon. Not until he knew Tsunayoshi was safe and sound. And most of all—alive.
"Mukuro-sama?" A little girl said whispering to her long tall trident. It towered ridiculously over her, making it rather hard for her to walk at all. "I'm lost." She admitted to the inanimate object. She put her ear to the cold staff and listened. Hmm. There was no response. Perhaps Mukuro-sama was busy?
Chrome, I've sent a boy to help you. Chrome lightened up immediately. He had heard her after all! Just stay where you are.
"Is it Ken? Chikusa?" Chrome asked, smiling at the trident.
No, it's neither, I've—
"AH!" Tsuna screamed as he fell flat on his face in front of Chrome.
Speak of the devil and he shall surely come. Mukuro chuckled into Chrome's ear. Chrome giggled, but not at Tsuna's misfortune but rather at Mukuro's joke. I will see you later, my dear.
Tsuna looked up at Chrome's giggle and stared with wide, doe-like eyes up at her. Immediately, he began tearing up. The girl was laughing at him! Tsuna's lips quivered as Chrome squatted down to talk eye-to-eye with Tsuna. Now she was going to call him stupid!
"Hello." Chrome said, "You are the guide Mukuro-sama has sent me, right?"
Tsuna blinked in confusion and stared up at the girl, he responded with an intelligible, "Huh?" He studied the strange girl. If there was one word Tsuna could describe her it was; fragile. She carried herself with daintiness and grace, she had pretty glassy eyes and her expression was somewhat dreamy and clouded; but gave her a strange disarming aura all the same. She wore a small grey coat with matching penny loafers—unusual for this time of year, especially on the countryside. What was most alarming about this girl (only probably the same age) was her purple hair color. But Ryohei and Gokudera had white/gray hair and Kyoko had something close to tangerine orange so it wasn't far off someone would have this color. Tsuna's gaze wandered Chrome's oversized staff. It stretched over them, enveloping the small children in it's shadow. What is that? Wordlessly, Tsuna pointed shakily at Chrome's trident.
Chrome followed the boy's gaze and she blinked. She didn't answer Tsuna's obvious unsaid question. Chrome stood up and walked over to where Tsuna's hat laid on the dirt. She shifted the weapon carefully in her arms and she picked it up. She shook the dirt out of it and held it out for Tsuna. Tsuna took his hat back gratefully and adjusted it over his head.
"I'm lost." Chrome said bluntly, to emphasize her situation.
"Oh. Um. Well, I can show you the way back to town...—if you'd like." Tsuna said, fiddling with the hem of his shirt.
Chrome only nodded and gestured him to lead the way. As soon as Tsuna turned around, Chrome grabbed onto the back of Tsuna's shirt. He squeaked in surprise and turned to stare at Chrome, but nodded in understanding. He often held onto his father or mother when he was lost or scared too. The two walked for a bit, Tsuna leading the way. Tsuna's gaze often wandered to Chrome's tall weapon. Their progress was slowed a bit by Chrome's trident, which often snagged at the ground. It looked pretty heavy and Chrome struggled keeping it upright on one shoulder. After the eighth time they were stalled, finally with enough courage, Tsuna pointed at it, "What is that?"
"It's Mukuro-sama's."
"Oh." Tsuna said dumbly. He didn't know what a mukurosamas was, but it was best to let the subject drop before he made a bigger fool out of himself by asking. When they reached the town, Chrome stared curiously around her. Crowds of playing children passed them, staring at the new kids that arrived with interest. The adults smiled at the two as they passed, despite the disturbing object the girl was holding onto.
"Here is fine." Chrome said stopping in front of the bus stop, she still had a hold onto Tsuna's shirt, making him stop abruptly with a choke. He rubbed the raw line his shirt at his neck and smiled at the girl.
"G-Get home safely, okay?"
"Okay. Thank you." Chrome said, before standing on her tippy toes to give him a kiss on the cheek.
Tsuna stuttered incoherently and embarrassingly red to his roots, he ran off back towards the direction of the lake. After a few feet away, Tsuna glanced over his shoulder to look at the girl with the mukurosamas. But she wasn't there anymore. Tsuna stopped in his tracks, but he shook it off his head—she probably was picked up by the bus. He frowned thoughtfully. Strange. He was still on the road, so he would've seen the bus pass.
Before Tsuna could think more into it a deep low hissing voice interrupted him from his line of though, "Where in the world did you go?"
Tsuna gulped and turned around slowly. It was Hibari of course; he'd know that voice anywhere, and Tsuna acknowledged, breaking out in cold sweat—and he didn't look pleased at all.
"I take my eyes off of you for one minute and you're gone. Never do that. Ever." Hibari bent down and glared down at Tsuna, "Make sure there is always someone to look after you before you jump into the woods or do some herbivorous thing I'm too tired to come up with. Make haste, your parents are looking for you."
Tsuna nodded vigorously, it was wise not to argue with Hibari (especially one so irritable), even though he had a good explanation for his absence. He helped a lost kid! Some pride swelled in Tsuna's heart. Usually he was the one to be asking for the help, not the other way around. Hibari grabbed Tsuna's tiny hand in his humongous one and dragged the boy back to the direction of the lake. As they came closer, Tsuna could hear his mother and father calling out his name.
"This is where I leave you." Hibari said, dropping Tsuna's hand. He pushed Tsuna forward. "Go."
Tsuna didn't need to be told twice. Tsuna ran (stumbling a bit again and Hibari rolled his eyes,) to his parent's voices.
"Tsu-kun!" Nana practically threw herself all over Tsuna, "Where have you been, sweetie? We've been looking everywhere for you!"
"We were worried about, you boy! Off exploring?" Iemitsu said great relief in his voice, but nonetheless grinned his usual grin at Tsuna.
"I'm sorry," Tsuna apologized quickly, "I-I was helping someone get back to town." Up in a tree, Hibari frowned down at Tsuna, he didn't think the herbivore was capable of lying. Well, goes to show that you learn something everyday.
"Well," Nana said slowly, "I guess that's okay."
"Let's go back!" Iemitsu said, throwing Tsuna over his shoulder like a potato sack, "Oji-san and Oba-san are waiting!"
Nana giggled, "Don't drop him, dear."
Tsuna's head snapped at his mother, then back at his father. It wasn't a surprise. He could imagine his papa doing something like that, "Don't drop me, papa!" He begged Iemitsu. Tsuna squeaked loudly when Iemitsu shifted him on his shoulder.
"I won't Tsuna," He only replied, chest rumbling in deep laughter. The family of three walked off back to the plantation and Hibari followed with dead silence. He was still angry of course, a bit of irritated bitterness left in him. It was as if something was telling him that Tsuna wouldn't just wander off in curiosity. The boy was much too meek for that. Something provoked him into going into the woods. But what—Hibari would never find out.
When they got back, they immediately showered. Tsuna had especially felt dirty. There was still wet sand caked on his legs from the shore and when he tripped in the forest he now had dry dirt and leaves in his hair and stuck to his body. (He didn't even notice them in there) Tsuna scrubbed furiously at his cheek in the bath. It wasn't like he didn't enjoy the kiss. To think about it…Tsuna dropped his soap and sponge…that was his first kiss on the cheek! Other than from his mother anyways. Tsuna flushed red in embarrassment and dumped cold water over him. He started shrieking when he actually finally realized how cold it was. He jumped to dry himself, wrapping himself in a towel-cocoon. It was dark by the time he was done brushing his teeth and changing into his night clothes. He wasn't surprised to see Hibari in the room already waiting for him.
Tsuna wordlessly climbed into bed and pulled up the covers. Hibari sat at Nana's old desk, reading more shoujo manga. He bit his lip, "Are you mad at me, Hibari-san?"
"No." Hibari said albeit the fact that he didn't even look sincere as he said it.
"You—You are mad at me." Tsuna said waveringly, "You won't look at me."
This time Hibari looked Tsuna in the eyes with a fierce expression, "You disappeared from my sight. Do you realize how many malignant things could've happened while I wasn't there?"
Tsuna bit his lip. He didn't understand what Hibari was saying again. He always liked to speak big words to him.
"You could've been killed if I was so much half a split second looked away—" Hibari continued, glowering at Tsuna from across the room.
"K-Killed?" Tsuna said incredulously. Tsuna slowly moved to sat up and stared open-mouthed at Hibari, "Killed from what?" Hibari opened his mouth, but thought better of it. He narrowed his eyes until they were non-existent slits and without answering, Hibari bookmarked his page, got up, and walked into the closet.
The night after that, Tsuna waited patiently in his bed. He was hoping to apologize to Hibari, about his inexcusable behavior. But he never came. The next night after that? Another no-show. And for the rest of the week, Hibari never came to visit. He didn't come to even finish his shoujo manga book he liked to read.
Tsuna sat in his bed alone on the last night of their stay. He stared worriedly into his bed sheets. Was this all because he didn't tell Hibari-san where he was going? How could he? He didn't even know Hibari-san was watching him at all! Maybe he should've thought better, Tsuna admitted sadly, he should've have told mama and papa where he was going before he left. But his hat was flying away so fast!
Big, fat, and wet drops of tears rolled down Tsuna's cheek and he wiped furiously at it with the back of his hand. Now Hibari wasn't coming at all! It was his entire fault! He must've hurt Hibari-san's feelings! Tsuna hiccupped loudly and used the blanket to dab at his tears. He didn't want to cry tonight! It made it hard to sleep afterwards!
An exasperated sigh came from under his bed, "Now what are you crying at?"
Tsuna jumped in a start, and he stiffened in the spot. Hibari slowly poked his head out from under Tsuna's bed, swatting at the frilly pink abomination of the comforter away from his face.
"B-Because you're mad at me, Hibari-san!" Tsuna wailed as he leaned over the edge of the bed, tears rolling non-stop.
"I said no, didn't I?" Hibari said frowning up at Tsuna.
"B-But you never came back! I-I thought you were really mad at me!"
"No, I was busy actually." Hibari said blankly.
"B-But I thought you said something about needing to watch me all the time…"
"Yes, but someone filled in for me for awhile," Hibari said, batting the subject away, "You're going home tomorrow?"
Sniffling, Tsuna nodded, wiping the tears away.
"Good." Hibari said with smug satisfaction, "I'm getting sick of coming here." He said staring disdainfully around the room. Hibari slunk back under the bed.
"Wait!" Tsuna called in surprise, not expecting Hibari to leave so soon. Tsuna leaned over the edge of his bed and whispered, "G-Goodnight, Hibari-san. I'll see you tomorrow night."
Silence, then a muffled, "Goodnight."
A/N: One day, I ought to make a story out of Iemitsu's and Nana's teenagehood. I loved the farm girl and prince-charming-from-another-land idea way too much for my health. Hibari reading shoujo manga books, he find them intriguing. Research for your future waifu perhaps? Hibari appeared a lot in this chapter, unlike the last chapters he came out at the end. Hm. Do you guys like this? Him appearing more often more than usual? Or would you rather like it better that I revert him back to the shell-shy Hibari and come out near the end of the chapter?
Overall I had fun with this chapter, its pretty long because I wanted Tsuna to have a fun time in summer (and with Hibari *bricked*) And the teaser of Mukuro and Chrome. I had fun writing that part.
ABOUT THE MANGA: I really like how Lambo is brought into the fight-however annoying he is he's still part of the Vongola. I wonder when we'll start to see him grow up a bit. AND LOL. I liked how the Varia didn't care whether or not Squalo is okay.
ABOUT THE ANIME: I'm kinda pissed off on how they made the motorcycles into airbikes. That totally was so not cool. What in the world gave them that idea? I really like Tsuna on the motorcycle waaaay better. Its another reason why people should read the manga AND the anime. In my honest opinion, the manga is better. At least we got to see little-Tsuna in the anime again. He really is so adorable but everyone picks on him! LOL for Gokudera's theoretic explanations, Yamamoto's weird advice, and Ryohei's spiritual philosophy! Tsuna is so cute when he tries so hard! Still pretty pissed off about the airbikes though. I can't wait for next week's episode! We'll see Tsuna open Natsu/Nuts for the first time!