Training? Ha, the Varia swordsman was sure that after 100 battles and 100 victories, with some of the best swordsmen around, was enough training. Squalo felt confident that some Vongola brat would fall before his blade just like the rest. Really, there was nothing to worry about.
And even though Squalo tossed his picture into the wind, Yamamoto's grinning face was pressed into his mind. He entertained himself with the possible look of shock and fear that could be expressed on the Vongola's face when he rose to be victorious. And then he would raise his blade, a vicious grin on his face. Quickly bringing death with a movement so sudden-- that even he tensed up a bit and ended his fantasy before the blade made contact with the boy's neck.
His face twisted into a confused frown and he tried to think of something else; something that wouldn't end as dark. He was sure that to see the grin be permanently wiped off Yamamoto's face would have been a sign of the apocalypse. And that didn't need to happen.
Because it just couldn't end like that.