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Vongola XI -- Action
[Now that things have settled down once more, Tsuna's at the woods' edge, dagger in hand. He stands there for a moment, seizing up his opponent (a formidable one, at that-- a sturdy-trunked tree), before he runs forward, slashing at the tree-- only to let go of the dagger, letting it fly into his other hand.
That was the idea, anyway.
But he misjudges the toss and the handle whips past his fingers, and the blade sinks into another trunk. The boy gives a light sigh as he walks over.]
I've been practicing some of your techniques for weeks, Yamamoto, and I still can't get them right most of the time. And yet you managed to master them all after seeing them only once...
Gao?
[After taking out the dagger, Tsuna comes over to Natsu and kneels down, patting his head.]
Yeah... I miss them a little, too, buddy. But, we've already been here for four months. So we'll... probably be heading home soon.
Gao...
[Tsuna gives a small frown at the box weapon. He'd missed his friends and family at home, certainly... but honestly, Paradisa had turned out to be a lot better than he thought it'd be. And he'd made new friends here, too. How strange... he wasn't sure whether or not he even wanted to leave.]
That was the idea, anyway.
But he misjudges the toss and the handle whips past his fingers, and the blade sinks into another trunk. The boy gives a light sigh as he walks over.]
I've been practicing some of your techniques for weeks, Yamamoto, and I still can't get them right most of the time. And yet you managed to master them all after seeing them only once...
Gao?
[After taking out the dagger, Tsuna comes over to Natsu and kneels down, patting his head.]
Yeah... I miss them a little, too, buddy. But, we've already been here for four months. So we'll... probably be heading home soon.
Gao...
[Tsuna gives a small frown at the box weapon. He'd missed his friends and family at home, certainly... but honestly, Paradisa had turned out to be a lot better than he thought it'd be. And he'd made new friends here, too. How strange... he wasn't sure whether or not he even wanted to leave.]

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That's not your fault, though.
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[Does she really feel guilty, just because she wasn't able to stop her brother from doing those horrible things? Maybe he's missing something-- maybe she's part of the reason he did those things, and not just in the sense that he was desperate to have her back. But it's so hard to imagine...
But he drops his gaze to the knife in his hand obediently.]
Well, I'm not very good at it.
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And he narrowly pulls it off, though he only makes a nick on the tree.]
Ah-- that's how you do it! Except, you know... ... better...
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