“moximoxi。”

Ōta Aizawa looked sleepy. It was obvious that he had just gotten out of his sleeping bag. "Who is it?"

"Sensei Aizawa, is Anzawa in school?"

"Hmm?"

"Hmm?

Boom? "Ōta Aizawa closed his eyes." Yes, he's in class. "

So Boom couldn't get through to Anzawa's phone, so he called him?

Sigh — Can you not disturb me, the teacher, with a problem between friends?

[Yuya Fujiwara … Sensei's class?]

"…" Ōta Aizawa listened to the hesitant and slightly flustered tone on the other end of the phone and frowned in silence.

Of course, he knew that Anzawa hated Yuya Fujiwara. He was very clear on the day of the sports festival, but today, Anzawa was very calm in front of Yuya Fujiwara. He didn't think that there was anything wrong with his background. "That's right, but Amagi seems to be fine. You should focus on completing your workplace experience."

[… Maybe I'm overthinking. Sorry to disturb you, Sensei Aizawa.]

After hanging up the phone, Ōta Aizawa sat back in his chair. He leaned his neck against the back of the chair and stared at the white ceiling with half-closed eyes.

"She's cured, and I got what I wanted. But I suddenly realized that even if I tried my best to keep her, I'm still a sad person."

"Hmm?"

Anzawa's words still lingered in Ōta Aizawa's ears.

This was a version that didn't match Anzawa's actual family situation. But strangely, he didn't think that Anzawa made up a lie. Because … even if he was smiling, he couldn't hide the sadness in his eyes.

Ōta Aizawa stood up slowly. He put his hands in his pockets and walked to the staff office door with his back hunched.

"Hey hey!

Eraser, do you still want to sleep? "

Mike looked away from the documents. "You've been sleeping for too long, haven't you?"

Ōta Aizawa opened the door. "Ma, I'm just going to take a look at Class A."

*

"Ugh … Cough, cough, cough …"

Anzawa knelt on the ground, blood gushing out from his mouth. He retched and coughed up blood.

Anzawa's vision was almost filled with blood. His forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and his internal organs were exploding with pain.

Anzawa gasped for air, but no matter how hard he tried, his breathing couldn't keep up with his body's oxygen demand. His vision gradually began to turn white.

"Anzawa."

G Tada Tsunayoshi grabbed Anzawa's shoulders forcefully. "Tell me the reason."

Anzawa couldn't speak. His throat seemed to be blocked by blood, and he couldn't make a sound at all.

Moreover, even if he really needed help, Anzawa could only be silent in pain. He really didn't have the energy to respond to the other party, not only because of the pain in his internal organs, but also because of the suppression of the tyrannical force, which had made it impossible for him to be distracted.

Anzawa supported himself with one hand on the ground, and his free hand was clutching his heart and stomach at a loss. He was busy for a long time, but he still couldn't pinpoint the source of the pain. He only knew that all of his organs were in pain, and that the tyrannical force in his body seemed to be stirring all of his internal organs into meat sauce.

"I can help you. Tell me the reason, Anzawa!"

G Tada Tsunayoshi's voice sounded so urgent. At this time, Anzawa's bad situation made him lose the calmness in his bones and blood.

"I … cough cough cough — cough cough …" Anzawa covered his mouth. Blood rushed out of his mouth again, dripping along his fingers to the ground. The gray ground was also dyed red.

Everywhere he looked, there was a dazzling bright red.

Anzawa's eyes oozed with tears. The tears slipped into his mouth and mixed with the blood, mixing with a nauseating taste.

He calmed down slightly.

G Tada Tsunayoshi's forehead lit up with orange fire. The fire covered his handsome face with a layer of warmth. His brown eyes were dyed with orange red, and extreme calmness gathered from the depths. "Anzawa, believe me, I can help you. Tell me the reason."

Anzawa greedily breathed in fresh air like an asthmatic, but his eyes were uncontrollably following the fire on the young man's forehead. "You …"

His voice came to an abrupt stop. Anzawa thought to himself, 'Shit.'

It was only a short period of no suppression, and that force broke through the restraint!

"Ah!!!"

*

The closer he got to Class A, the more nervous Ōta Aizawa felt. He felt an unusual and dangerous aura.

"Ah!!!"

"Ah!!!"

A cry that sounded like a sorrowful cry caused Xiang Zexiang to quicken his steps.

Stepping forward to open Class A's door, Ōta Aizawa's expression changed from serious to shocked.

His worrisome student was surrounded by orange fire. The fire didn't seem to be satisfied with this and was rapidly expanding in all directions.

Sure enough … he lost control?

Ōta Aizawa didn't have time to investigate the fire on 'Yuya Fujiwara' that seemed to have the same nature as Anzawa's. What he needed to do now was to immediately eliminate Anzawa's' personality '.

"It's useless."

?

G Tada Tsunayoshi's calm voice came from the middle of the fire, stopping Ōta Aizawa's actions. "Anzawa's' personality 'can't be eliminated. Any' personality 'related to spiritual power and control is ineffective against him."

What?!

Ōta Aizawa narrowed his eyes. The other party seemed to have told him something terrifying. If his' personality 'was ineffective against Anzawa, then the situation in front of him …

"What's going on?"

"I don't know.

But I can be sure that Anzawa hasn't lost control. He's trying to suppress this power. "

G Tada Tsunayoshi's orange-red eyes were filled with worry. He was using Zero Point Breakthrough to try and absorb all the fire overflowing from Anzawa's body, but the effect was minimal. It could even be said that … there was no effect.

The flames of death energy seemed to be endless as they constantly overflowed from his body …

?

G Tada Tsunayoshi suddenly thought of a person. Gacaphis, this person who used death fire as if it was breathing normally.

Ōta Aizawa tried to walk towards Anzawa, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get close. The fire only slightly brushed past the narrow band on his neck, and the narrow band instantly turned into ashes. He didn't doubt that if he forced his way in, his entire body would end up like the narrow band. Not to mention … the intense heat of the fire made it difficult for him to even stand.

"Hey, Yuya Fujiwara!

You have a way to deal with this situation, right? "

Ōta Aizawa stabilized his body and asked the center of the fire. The other party's fire seemed to be of the same attribute as Anzawa's, so the other party must have a way. "I'll go get backup. Can you hold on?"

"I …!!"

His voice came to an abrupt end. The heat pressure of the flame, which contained a powerful force, instantly shattered the glass of the Hero's powerful defense.

The sky outside also underwent a huge change. The wind blew, the rain raged, lightning flashed, and thunder roared.

In less than a second, the air current that seemed to split the sky and earth swept through everything without mercy.

The room was a mess. The wall between Class A and Class B was directly broken through. That wasn't enough. The teaching building was shaking, from small to imperceptible, to violent to the point where it couldn't be ignored.

"What, what's going on?!!"

The students of Class B were shocked by the sudden situation. The homeroom teacher was also in a state of shock.

Ōta Aizawa stabilized his body. "Bradkin, quickly take the students of Class B to shelter!

Go get backup!

Move! "

Anzawa had lost all perception of the outside world. His amber eyes were gradually losing focus. Only the sound of his short breathing proved that he was still conscious.

What a wonderful feeling …

The pain in his internal organs disappeared, and the force colliding in his body also disappeared …

'What, who is there …'

The momentum that seemed to tear the sky disappeared. The orange fire that surrounded Anzawa's body gradually returned and slowly condensed around him, as if it was closely guarding him.

"Can't see?

Tsk. "

After Ōta Aizawa arranged for the students of Class B to take shelter, he looked at Anzawa, but found that he was completely wrapped in the orange fire to the extent that he couldn't see his figure at all. "You know what's going on, right?"

Ōta Aizawa's bloodshot eyes glanced at 'Yuya Fujiwara'. The other party's relieved expression made Ōta Aizawa very convinced that the disaster that had just begun was over.

"Ah."

G Tada Tsunayoshi withdrew the flame in front of his forehead. His brown eyes gazed softly at the orange fire. "It's all right now."

As if he had been reborn, Anzawa only felt that his body was completely liberated. There was no longer any feeling of pain. The flame that enveloped him made him feel extremely warm.

Anzawa lowered his eyelashes. Tears flowed from his eyes and slid down the corners of his smiling lips.

"Anzawa Amagi … After a long time, you've finally come here."

"Yes."

The soft tone was accompanied by an unreal ethereal, peaceful, indifferent, and gentle. It was as if there was a clarity that came after experiencing everything in the world.

The young man, whose whole body was covered in orange light, slowly turned around like a special effect in a movie. The flame on his forehead swayed gently. His whole person was like an unreal phantom.

The pair of orange-red eyes that were indelibly engraved with indelible time gazed deeply at Anzawa with tenderness.

Anzawa remembered him.

Giotto Vongola.

His heart was as broad as the sky, his heart was clearer than the ocean, he didn't admire power, wasn't greedy for money, respected the strong, pitied the weak, and treated people with sincerity regardless of their background …