[Tutor] Endangered Occupation

"Surrender yourself?" Tsuna chanted carefully as if learning a new word, "Federico, are you joking?"

Federico didn't answer, just looked at him.

Gang Ji asked in a daze: "Is there anything you want to surrender?" Didn't it mean that Pengo Li had a good relationship with the police?Federico obviously doesn't hate Pengel and Mafia, so why should he surrender himself?

"I killed..." Federico lowered his eyes slightly, "my father."

His tone was flat, like reading meaningless clauses in a book, but it exploded in Tsuna's mind.

"Are you kidding?" Tsuna opened his eyes wide, trying to see the wicked smile in his eyes, "How is it possible..."

Tsuna's mind was messed up, and with his super intuitive sense, he actually believed Federico's words faster than anyone else, "Dino San said that your father was shot and killed when you were four-yes, He was shot and killed! How could a four-year-old shoot someone, the gun has recoil!" He reacted abruptly.

"I didn't lie to you, I did kill my father." Federico stood in front of him, and then the flames of death rage ignited, covering him with a layer of flames, and his eyes reflected the leaping flames. moving flame.

It was one morning when he was four years old, and his mother who was lingering on the sick bed suddenly got up early and cooked a delicious breakfast for them.

Not long after that, his mother, a gentle black-haired woman, fell asleep on the bed forever, and the family doctor just sighed after arriving.

The father, who loved his mother so deeply, sat by the bed for a long time, holding his mother's hand that had lost warmth just like that.Several times Federico had the illusion that his father had left with his mother.

His mother likes the sun and the sky, so there is a big window next to the bed, and the warm sunlight can always shine on his mother during the day—just like at that time.

The warm sun shone on the mother's body, so the father insisted that the mother was not dead, and he rudely drove away the family doctor and the nanny.

Until the sun was blocked by clouds, the heat in the room gradually dissipated, and the cold body left my father no longer able to find any reason.

The cold piercing into the bottom of his heart brought him back to his senses, he stroked his wife's cheek with one hand, and held the cross necklace around his neck with the other.

"Pelita, my beloved wife, you have been tolerant, kind, upright and brave all your life. You are the embodiment of the seven virtues, the pearl bestowed to me by the sea. Your soul will surely ascend to heaven and escape from the entanglement of illness."

He lowered his head, kissed his wife's forehead, and murmured as if possessed, "I will follow you away, and I will go to heaven to meet you again."

Federico, who had been watching everything silently, understood the meaning of his words, and said in panic, "Father!"

The man turned around slowly, his cold eyes fell on him.

Federico has always known that his father doesn't like him very much. His mother, who was already frail, got sick because of pregnancy and childbirth. Maybe the mother loved her son wholeheartedly and without complaint or regret, but the father always treated him He harbored a trace of resentment.

"My son...Giovanni..." The man moved away from his mother's bedside and approached him step by step, calling his Christian name.

He squatted down, stroked Federico's black hair, looked into the same brown eyes of his wife, "Yes, I still have you."

He thought of something, and then, as if being chased or urged, he quickly took out a PPK pistol that his mother used for self-defense from the drawer under the bedside table, and came back to Federico.

His calm face reveals some madness.

"Hold him, my son." The man put the loaded pistol in Federico's immature palm, and with the strength of an adult, he opened Federico's fingers, allowing him to hold the gun in both hands.

"That's right, that's it..." The man wrapped his hands around Federico's little hand, and he raised the gun, pointing the muzzle at his own chest.

"No!" Federico tried his best to break free, but at only four years old, he couldn't match the strength of an adult, and the muzzle of the gun was pressed against his father's heart.

"Giovanni, listen to me, listen to me..." the man said reassuringly, even a smile appeared on his face, "I love your mother, I'm going to heaven to find her, you will help me right?"

"No!"

"Don't struggle, just press here." The man snapped his fingers so that he could touch the trigger.

"No..." Federico tried to press down on the muzzle of the gun, but the gun didn't react other than trembling, "Father, please, don't do this!"

"What are you talking about?" The man blinked and smiled incomprehensibly, "I didn't do anything, it will be you, my son, who will pull the trigger. I didn't kill myself, so my soul will go to heaven .”

"I won't do that!" Federico gritted his teeth and tried to pull his hand out. The PPK was like a red-hot soldering iron to him.

"Hurry up, what are you doing? Don't you see that your mother is waiting for me?!" His expression suddenly turned cold.

"But father, I am still alive! I am the son of you and mother, and I am still alive!" Federico struggled and shouted.

The man's expression softened again, "Yes, you are the son of me and Perita, and you have the blood of that family in your body. Come on, pull the trigger, that should be the natural power in your blood, that's right It's as easy as breathing for you, show your father what you've got!"

"Enough, father, sober up, just to let yourself go to heaven, are you going to let me fall into hell? I am your own son!"

The man looked at him, and the madness in his expression faded slightly, but the strength in his hands did not weaken at all, and Federico's hands were already red from being squeezed.

"I'm sorry." Said the father who wanted to push him into hell.

The muzzle of the gun was still firmly pressed against his father's heart, and Federico felt that he was having a nightmare, an extremely terrible nightmare.

He looked at his father with tearful eyes, his father was as affectionate and firm as ever, but those were all for his dead mother, his father never paid attention to his son, except now...

"Why, why?" He trembled his lips, tears were already all over his face.

"Pelita is everything to me, I would give my life for her, I hope to follow her."

incomprehensible, incomprehensible...

"You can do it, I believe in you, I beg you—my son."

Ha, it's ridiculous, the first time he heard such words from his father was actually the current situation.

Federico was trembling all over, he was resisting, he was struggling, and he was unwilling.

Why leave me behind!

I am... your child...

The flame hidden in the depths of the blood was stimulated when the spirit fell into despair, and the orange flame covered Federico's body, forming a very strong self-defense flame.

This was the first time he had awakened the flame, and it actually fulfilled his father's words.

The flames burned his father's hands, but the hands still did not let go, because the owner of the hands was seeking death, and he was willing to be burned by this flame.

"Forgive me, Giovanni." Until then, he showed a little bit of the expression that a father should have.

His heart seemed to be tightly pinched by something, Federico wanted to cry, he even wanted his mother to get up and see all this ridiculous.

Even with the fire ignited and his physical stats increased, Federico still couldn't break free from his power.

He felt his father's determination, but he would rather be blind, deaf or disabled.

"Father……"

Federico closed his eyes, tears streaming down his face, "...I forgive you, father."

"boom--"

The index finger pulled the trigger, and the bullet entered his father's body. The man walked towards his wife on the bed with his last strength, and then closed his eyes contentedly. His soul would follow his beloved one away.

The flames around him dissipated most of the recoil, but a small amount of recoil still stunned him, causing him to fall heavily to the ground.

He sent his father to heaven, but he was pushed into hell by his father.

At the moment of shooting, the violent turmoil in the heart caused the power of the flame to fluctuate. The PPK in his hand melted slowly under the flames of death, and a small flame accidentally ignited the curtain, and then ignited the flames. the whole house.

Federico woke up in a daze and found himself trapped in the flames, but he had no desire to escape. He just walked to the door and sat against the wall, away from his parents in heaven.

He was probably being scorched by the flames of hell, which was his due punishment.

Even so, the flames around him were still protecting him until the arrival of the Pengo Li family.

After consuming a lot of flames, he passed out afterwards. When he woke up again, he lost his parents and was taken to the Vongola family, and because of the Vengley blood in his body, he became the Vongola tenth. The third heir of the generation.

From then on, this little alternate heir of Vengley has two quirks. He hates what others give him, and he hates guns, because he can never forget the PPK that his father stuffed into his hand, and he can't forget that he killed himself with a gun. His father.

He has obtained top-level living conditions and educational resources, and at the same time, he has also ushered in endless assassinations at a young age, even after he left Vengley.

This is what he deserves.

Federico thought so more than once.

"When I sat in the best reception room of the police station, drinking hot milk, facing the sheriff who personally served me, I knew that no one would believe that a four-year-old could shoot his father," recounts it all. Federico who came out looked at the stunned boy who had been shocked, "No one will punish me with the law, they will just send me delicious candies to make me leave. So I didn't tell those people about this in the end. People who won't believe it."

Tsuna, still in shock, wanted to reply to Federico that he didn't believe it either.

But he didn't do that, and although his mood was a mess, he still thought he should say something.

He stared at Federico's flame, the pure flame of Dakongrou covered Federico's body like armor, and it seemed that his whole body was burning.

He tried to outline how far a four-year-old would go to arm himself with flames, and how desperate he would be to regard all assassinations against him as punishment from hell.

Just thinking about it made his heart ache.

"Enough, Federico..." Tsuna walked towards him.

"Giovanni is not in hell," Gangji looked at him firmly, without the slightest fear of the patricide in his eyes, "he is in heaven, just like his parents."

Federico tried to pull a smile, but found that he couldn't laugh at all, and could only look back at him in silence.

"He was a gentle kid, he forgave his crazy father, he just fulfilled his father's wish."

"He's a good boy, he doesn't deserve to be punished, no one can punish him ... no one."

"If you can't be him, follow me and say with me—" Tsuna reached out and took Federico's hand.

"I forgive him."

His eyes were still clear brown, he didn't go into super death mode, but Federico's flame miraculously didn't hurt him, because the flame didn't think he had any intention to hurt him.

Not disgust, not pity, not fear, this young man really saw through his heart and accomplished for him what he couldn't do.

He didn't need forgiveness from his father, nor from the gods. It turned out that he only wanted forgiveness from himself.

"I...forgive him." Federico repeated his words in an inaudible voice.

It was very miraculous. When he said this sentence, his heart beat violently, which made him feel "alive".

The darkest place in my heart was illuminated by the sun, and the invisible shackles on my body were also shattered in an instant.

The flames around him gradually faded, and Federico's expression softened, revealing a shallow smile.

"Thank you, Gangji."

At this moment, he finally understood why ten years later he was willing to return to Mafia for him.

Sensing his change, Gangji also heaved a sigh of relief, the handsomeness and firmness just now faded suddenly, he retracted his hand embarrassedly and took a step back, "I'm sorry, I said so many inexplicable things."

Ahh, I'm obviously an irrelevant person, but I said so much on my own, will I be hated!

Gangji silently covered her face in her heart.

"No, thank you very much." Seeing the boy's funny reaction, Federico smiled, "However, it seems that it's almost time for you to gather..."

"Ehhh—QAQ that will definitely be laughed at by Reborn." Tsunayoshi panicked.

"It doesn't matter, go and search with your companions." Federico comforted him, "I will take you there."

"Please, Federico!"

This afternoon, members of the ten-generation Vengola family were looking for the leader's stolen items on the streets of Rome.

After the lost property was found, Federico also bid farewell to Tsuna.

"Thanks to you today, Federico."

"It's nothing, I was fine."

After Federico left, Reborn jumped on Tsuna's shoulder, and asked curiously, "Stupid Gang, what happened? Federico's expression changed a bit."

"Ah, is there?" Tsuna recalled, "Federico has always been a gentle person."

Although Reborn didn't know exactly what happened between them, he was undoubtedly satisfied with this result.

Only a certain Gabrielone X who had been waiting for two hours at the business meeting was completely dismissed by his hair.

The author has something to say:

Multiple religions and even laws do not allow killing (including suicide), so it doesn’t mean to blacken any religion. Setting Catholicism is just because the Vatican is in Italy, and people with brain problems have nothing to do with their beliefs.

I forget the specific source of inspiration for Ferdi’s father, but every time I see a pair of CPs in the novel who get jealous because of their children, or even ignore the children inadvertently, I can’t help but feel sorry for their young children.

Attack level: 50%

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