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Hajime was kind of forced to pick him because he himself didn't have another person to pick. So he didn't really want to pick Ben, it just kinda happened >_>
So far, these are the selections of each Guardian in each category of Flames as revealed before if you're curious:
Tsuna's selections are as follows-
Sky: Naoto
Storm: Vincente (the awesome and totally-non villainous character of the arc)
Rain: Jak
Sun: Abby
Lightning: Lambo (to reprise his role)
Cloud: Ben
Mist: Chrome (to reprise her role)
Hajime's variation of the selections were as follows-
Sky: Naoto (did not choose upon will)
Storm: Cyril (vetoed Tsuna's selection)
Rain: Jak (agreed with Tsuna)
Sun: Fionn (vetoed Tsuna's selection once more)
Lightning: Daisuke (again, vetoed Tsuna...)
Cloud: Ben (did not choose upon will)
Mist: Prospero (Hajime really disagrees with Tsuna man)
The skip will occur soon with Twilight's post.
Tsuna's selections are as follows-
Sky: Naoto
Storm: Vincente (the awesome and totally-non villainous character of the arc)
Rain: Jak
Sun: Abby
Lightning: Lambo (to reprise his role)
Cloud: Ben
Mist: Chrome (to reprise her role)
Hajime's variation of the selections were as follows-
Sky: Naoto (did not choose upon will)
Storm: Cyril (vetoed Tsuna's selection)
Rain: Jak (agreed with Tsuna)
Sun: Fionn (vetoed Tsuna's selection once more)
Lightning: Daisuke (again, vetoed Tsuna...)
Cloud: Ben (did not choose upon will)
Mist: Prospero (Hajime really disagrees with Tsuna man)
The skip will occur soon with Twilight's post.
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But... there are so many idiots on youtube...
Then again I can see where you're coming from.
They lessen my hope for the progression of humanity ._.
But... there are so many idiots on youtube...
Then again I can see where you're coming from.
They lessen my hope for the progression of humanity ._.
If you ever need to do something to feel better about yourself,
read some YouTube comments. It does wonders.
read some YouTube comments. It does wonders.
what did I just watch
god damn it
Because he STARES into your soul.
don't stay up all night
don't stay up all night
That really isn't me, though ._.
no that is not me
Hajime blinked as he watched one of the children free themselves from the monkey bars, and in an instant, seize the girl that had been sitting quietly in between him and Sonya. His mind drew a blank as the boy addressed him by his old alias, his eyebrows furrowing as he read the slight aggression in the boy's tone. He reached into his pocket and pulled out yet another photograph, nodding upon viewing its contents.
"Eleventh boss candidate," Hajime inquired, returning the photograph to its resting place with many others. "Naoto Alato, selected by Tsunayoshi Sawada because of apparent traces of Vongola Blood," he squinted towards the boy as he continued to speak, his attention now focused solely on Naoto. "Enlighten me; which boss do you claim to possess family relations with?"
There was no clear speculation as to the origins of Naoto Alato; no database within the Vongola contained any information regarding the boy save for the confirmation of his existence. The boy's immediate family, too, was strange in the lack of data; there was no information to be found on his father, or mother. Tsuna never had any children, neither, and all of the previous Vongola Bosses were deceased. This Naoto Alato... a difficult case to crack, indeed.
"Or are you... an impostor?" Hajime implored with a deadpan tone, his four-fingered right hand raising to eye level. Sparks of dark neon spikes began to flail around his ring as he stretched his arm up to the sky completely, his entire hand down midway to his elbow now engulfed in Lightning Flames. "I may have grown a bit clumsy with a sword because I lost a finger," he stated rather grimly, his eyes fixed on Naoto. "But what better way of testing your worthiness than a little duel, correct?"
"Go, go, go, Boss!" Daisuke cheered from the monkey bars as he resumed swinging back and forth, pointing towards Hajime. "You can beat him! You can do it!"
The flames surrounding Hajime's right arm soon extended beyond his fist, solidifying as it shaped into a blade of pure electricity. His green eyes reflected the lightning of the same color, slowly lowering the blade to his side as it pierced deep into the earth. "Well then, Naoto Alato. If you won't answer me in words, will you answer me in-"
POOF!
"Man, this stuff smells funny!"
Sheer amounts of pink smoke erupted from the spot where his father had been standing, and a grunt followed by the sound of a person crumbling to their knees came shortly after. The smoke smelled like bubblegum, surprisingly, and it was enough to make Daisuke's stomach growl loudly out of hunger. His arms wrapped around his half-naked body as it writhed in suffering, beginning to daydream about mountains of pineapples for dinner as the smoke cleared out.
"Why am I here?" a familiar yet slightly deeper voice cackled from the smoke as exhausted breathing followed. After the pink smoke cleared completely, Hajime Honda of the present timeline had fallen to his knees, his right hand forcefully holding onto his left elbow as his body bled from multiple locations. His rapier fell out of his left hand's grip and laid just before his knees, breathing rapidly as his head slowly scanned around him. "Damn Canadians," he cursed as he spat a column of blood to the side, slowly rising back to his feet as the rapier recalled itself back to its box.
Daisuke's eyes widened as he saw his father in the condition that he was in, gasping. "Dad?" he questioned, frowning as his demeanor quickly changed from how it had been previously with his father's past self. "Are you okay?"
"Yes," Hajime tersely replied to his son, his suit tattered with numerous cuts. "I was summoned from the Ten Year Bazooka in the past during a fight between my past self, and some Canadian hitmen," he explained, his mouth opening as he saw the children hanging from the monkey bars. He turned to Sonya, who was right beside him, and turned his back to Naoto, unaware of the boy's existence. "I haven't seen this one for years," he scoffed, a hand readjusting his tie and hair. He looked down to a slight fissure in the ground by his feet, looking back up to Sonya. "I take it that my past self found you here, and tried to attack you?"
"Eleventh boss candidate," Hajime inquired, returning the photograph to its resting place with many others. "Naoto Alato, selected by Tsunayoshi Sawada because of apparent traces of Vongola Blood," he squinted towards the boy as he continued to speak, his attention now focused solely on Naoto. "Enlighten me; which boss do you claim to possess family relations with?"
There was no clear speculation as to the origins of Naoto Alato; no database within the Vongola contained any information regarding the boy save for the confirmation of his existence. The boy's immediate family, too, was strange in the lack of data; there was no information to be found on his father, or mother. Tsuna never had any children, neither, and all of the previous Vongola Bosses were deceased. This Naoto Alato... a difficult case to crack, indeed.
"Or are you... an impostor?" Hajime implored with a deadpan tone, his four-fingered right hand raising to eye level. Sparks of dark neon spikes began to flail around his ring as he stretched his arm up to the sky completely, his entire hand down midway to his elbow now engulfed in Lightning Flames. "I may have grown a bit clumsy with a sword because I lost a finger," he stated rather grimly, his eyes fixed on Naoto. "But what better way of testing your worthiness than a little duel, correct?"
"Go, go, go, Boss!" Daisuke cheered from the monkey bars as he resumed swinging back and forth, pointing towards Hajime. "You can beat him! You can do it!"
The flames surrounding Hajime's right arm soon extended beyond his fist, solidifying as it shaped into a blade of pure electricity. His green eyes reflected the lightning of the same color, slowly lowering the blade to his side as it pierced deep into the earth. "Well then, Naoto Alato. If you won't answer me in words, will you answer me in-"
"Man, this stuff smells funny!"
Sheer amounts of pink smoke erupted from the spot where his father had been standing, and a grunt followed by the sound of a person crumbling to their knees came shortly after. The smoke smelled like bubblegum, surprisingly, and it was enough to make Daisuke's stomach growl loudly out of hunger. His arms wrapped around his half-naked body as it writhed in suffering, beginning to daydream about mountains of pineapples for dinner as the smoke cleared out.
"Why am I here?" a familiar yet slightly deeper voice cackled from the smoke as exhausted breathing followed. After the pink smoke cleared completely, Hajime Honda of the present timeline had fallen to his knees, his right hand forcefully holding onto his left elbow as his body bled from multiple locations. His rapier fell out of his left hand's grip and laid just before his knees, breathing rapidly as his head slowly scanned around him. "Damn Canadians," he cursed as he spat a column of blood to the side, slowly rising back to his feet as the rapier recalled itself back to its box.
Daisuke's eyes widened as he saw his father in the condition that he was in, gasping. "Dad?" he questioned, frowning as his demeanor quickly changed from how it had been previously with his father's past self. "Are you okay?"
"Yes," Hajime tersely replied to his son, his suit tattered with numerous cuts. "I was summoned from the Ten Year Bazooka in the past during a fight between my past self, and some Canadian hitmen," he explained, his mouth opening as he saw the children hanging from the monkey bars. He turned to Sonya, who was right beside him, and turned his back to Naoto, unaware of the boy's existence. "I haven't seen this one for years," he scoffed, a hand readjusting his tie and hair. He looked down to a slight fissure in the ground by his feet, looking back up to Sonya. "I take it that my past self found you here, and tried to attack you?"
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