Already, these kids were starting to piss him the hell off.

Hajime despised the ones who tried desperately to sound sophisticated. Out of the children that were present, he had only picked out four or so of them individually, all of which led up to the disagreement he had with Decimo, and brought the Guardian candidates into a potential ring conflict like the previous generation had. [b]"I'm the External Advisor of the Vongola Famiglia,"[/b] he sighed, particularly uninterested in introducing himself. [b]"Otherwise known as the second-in-command as of a week before. I-"[/b]

[b]"Dad has as much power as the real Boss when there's problems going on in the family!"[/b] The older Daisuke chimed in.

Hajime scoffed, resuming. [b]"Among all of you, only a small portion of you were actually selected by me."[/b] he cleared his throat, raising a hand to chest level and looking down at his Boss Ring. Lowering it, he shot a dagger of a glare at the Storm candidate, though the child was shut down by the boy that he had seen from the festival. He simply blinked down at Fionn, expressionless. [b]"Well, duty calls, kid. I've got a job to do and that's to make sure [i]my[/i] selections are the ones to succeed,"[/b] he paused slightly, growing dark. [b]"And for the contesting selections to fail."[/b]

Hajime's brief moment of a threatening tone was interrupted by Daisuke. [b]"Dad, that's rude!"[/b] the man chided, punching his father in the shoulder. A scowl rippled across Hajime's face as Lightning Flames flared from his ring and surrounded his balled-up fist, condensing fast as the electricity solidified. A fraction of a second passed before Hajime stepped his right foot back and arced his right arm back, landing a quick punch to Daisuke's chest and, this time, sending the future version of his son through the wall of Naoto Alato's residence.

[b]"What a drag,"[/b] Hajime complained, the electricity fading away as he ran the hand under his hat and through the hair underneath. [b]"The use of Flames have been outlawed in the Mafia world since Vongola Decimo took his seat,"[/b] he seemingly recited to himself, shaking his head. [b]"That amount is minuscule compared to my full capabilities, but that little concentration is more than enough."[/b]

As Hajime continued to mumble to himself, pink smoke erupted from the inside of the hole in the wall, and a smaller outline appeared standing on the interior. [b]"Jesus chemist!"[/b] the raspier, higher-pitched voice of Daisuke sounded as a foot stepped past the hole and onto the grass of Naoto's backyard, his full body coming into view shortly after. Just as Daisuke's eyes met the back of the man in the suit with a fancy hat, he cringed and screamed at the top of his lungs. [b]"THE SCARY WOMAN [i]AND[/i] HER HUSBAND, A SCARY MAN!"[/b] he pointed at Hajime and Sonya.

Hajime gritted his teeth as a vein seemed to pop at his forehead, letting out an agitated sigh. [b]"I'll be taking my leave for now,"[/b] he said, looking to Sonya and turning back. Just before he made his leave, he placed a hand on the Storm candidate's shoulder and leaned in close to whisper into the child's ear. [b][i]"Listen to me clearly,"[/i][/b] he spoke rather hastily. [b][i]"What do you see before you?"[/i][/b]

Hajime seemed to flash quick glances at the entire company, though his head remained unmoved. [b][i]"Who is the real enemy?"[/i][/b]

With that, the External Advisor pulled back and brisked through the hole in the residence, disappearing after calling out, [b]"Try not to die in the next few weeks."[/b] Daisuke, who had fled to a nearby shrub, peeked his eyes out from his hiding spot before squirming from the foliage, still trembling. [b]"I-is he gone?"[/b]