Hitman Reborn!: Resolve: Chapter 2
An assemblage of extraordinary individuals were summoned to headquarters by the current Vongola boss. The V-shaped skyscraper was coated with Chrome Dukuro's Mist Flames in order to keep "normal" people oblivious to matters relating to the Mafia.
In the flesh, 10th and 9th generation Guardians, Enma and Adelheid of the Simon family, and the retired Iemitsu gathered in the lobby, awaiting Tsuna to let them in on what exactly was happening. As for those present as holograms, Xanxus and Squalo of the Varia were there, as well. Even the numerous low-ranking, but trusted servers of the Vongola had to attend this crucial meeting. Such a collection of black suits it was.
Once everyone of importance arrived, Tsuna repeated to them what Reborn had told him earlier that day.
Gokudera Hayato was the first to break the silence that followed the boss' announcement. "To hell with the Yakuza! To think they could get away with reducing Hiroshima to rubble!"
Yamamoto Takeshi placed a hand on the Storm Guardian's shoulder. "Now, now. Settle down. We'll avenge the million or so lives they took. It's just a matter of time."
"This is troubling. Not even America's atomic bomb had done that much damage to the city all those years ago. What a horrible fate Hiroshima has." said an aging 9th generation Guardian.
With so many bodies inside a confined space, the room gradually grew hot. Not to mention that each person's temperature had risen as result to the anger the tragic news had given birth to. Even Xanxus and Squalo, who seemed heartless, were furious.
Tsuna cleared his throat, feeling uneasy with all the intense emotions around him. "Briefings will be sent out within twenty-four hours. I ask for you all to not make any moves against the Yakuza until you receive mission objectives from CEDEF."
Grieving the lost souls, Reborn was facing downward, his hat casting a shadow over his eyes. His head suddenly popped up when something Tsuna said grasped his attention. "CEDEF...I wonder what they're up to."
The outside advisor of the Vongola, Hibari Kyoya, stood at the edge of the helicopter's open door, the wind blowing his raven-black hair. Operating the aircraft was his trusted companion, Kusakabe Tetsuya. Basil and Lal Mirch sat in the back to gather data and abide by their boss's rule, which was to never be within three feet of him. Hibari's title may have changed, but his personality hasn't. Only his old friend, Hibird, could've gotten away with being in close proximity to him.
They continued to fly high in the moonlit night. Certain that their targets must have resided in Japan, Kusakabe began to lose hope when they reached the northern region of the country and was almost at the ocean. At last, a green dot appeared on the dashboard's radar, which made a faint beep. Hibari, Lal Mirch, and Basil each jerked their heads toward the Kusakabe's back.
"Has my prey finally been located?" Hibari rhetorically asked, a grin on his face.
"Yes. There's no mistaking it."
"Only one, it seems."
Displeased, Hibari made a 'tsk' sound.
"Surely there were multiple people involved in the obliteration of Hiroshima." Lal Mirch said.
Basil nodded in agreement. "They must be separated."
Hibari slightly slumped his shoulders. "One insect will have to do for now."
Some hundred yards below was a castle that looked as if it belonged in the Edo period. No other structures were nearby; only grass plains and hills surrounded it.
"Hmph. Sp, the Yakuza are traditional samurai? Interesting. Well, I will take it from here."
"Eh? Don't you think I should lower the chopper firs—"
Hibari leaped down without hesitation and didn't bother to wear a parachute or jet-pack. The strongest Vongola Guardian has begun the first battle of the war.