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As the strange distortion of reality faded away, Tsuna was left reeling from a sudden wave of pain that surged throughout his body. He let out a low, pained groan, his body clearly feeling the toll of the intense battle.
He carefully moved to a nearby tree in the quiet park. Slowly, he lowered himself to a sitting position, leaning against the sturdy trunk for support.
Despite his victory, his body was battered and bruised, and he could feel exhaustion. Retrieving his phone, he saw that its screen was cracked in places, but it seemed to be functioning.
He dialed a number and waited, the beeping tone ringing in his ears. Finally, the call connected, and Sebas' voice came through the line, "Do you require any assistance, Young Master?"
Tsuna's frown deepened as he assessed his condition.
"...Yeah, I won't be able to make it to the meeting today," he replied, his voice tinged with discomfort. He was fully aware that he had pushed himself to the brink.
Aware of his limitations, Tsuna continued, "Can you pick me up at the park near XX Street?"
"Of course, I'll be there shortly," Sebas responded promptly.
With that assurance, Tsuna ended the call, his vision growing hazy. He could feel his energy draining rapidly, and darkness began to creep at the edges of his vision. As his body succumbed to the fatigue, everything went black, and he slipped unconscious.
Soon after Tsuna's collapse, Sebas arrived on the scene, a mix of concern and alarm evident on his face. He hurried over to where Tsuna lay, taking in the unsettling sight before him.
He muttered under his breath, "What on earth..."
The park appeared almost surreal in its emptiness, starkly contrasting the unconscious bodies scattered around. Bloodstains marred the ground, and Tsuna's still form leaned against a tree, the weariness on his face telling its own story.
Sebas moved with a sense of urgency, crouching down to examine Tsuna's condition. Seeing the blood and Tsuna's visible injuries painted a clearer picture for him. He noticed the broken state of Tsuna's arms and feet, indicating the severity of the battle he had fought.
With a careful yet efficient touch, Sebas carefully lifted Tsuna's body, cradling him in his arms. The urgency was evident in every movement as he quickly carried Tsuna to the waiting car.
Once Tsuna was safely settled, Sebas took the driver's seat and sped toward the nearest Kazama family hospital, determined to get his young master the medical attention he urgently needed.
In Tsuna's conscious state, he found himself engulfed in a strange sensation as if he were caught in the midst of powerful currents that left him with no control. It was a suffocating experience that left him struggling against forces beyond his influence.
"This sensation..."
Oddly enough, this feeling of helplessness wasn't entirely unfamiliar to him.
It echoed moments when his efforts hadn't yielded the results he desired, instances when circumstances were beyond his grasp, and he was left with no choice but to accept them as they were.
"This feeling... I can't stand it."
[A twilight quest destined for those with the courage to conquer...]
Amid this surreal mental state, a voice resonated, cutting through the confusion. The surroundings transformed instantly, placing Tsuna in an ancient, otherworldly setting. Stairs led up to a regal throne, upon which sat a man with an air of ease.
As his heart raced, Tsuna felt an inexplicable compulsion to ascend those steps, drawing him toward the throne. The urgency in his chest propelled him forward, and with each step, he moved closer to the enigmatic figure seated atop the throne.
[...A mysterious threshold guarded by challenges only the conquering can surmount.]
Approaching the throne step by step, Tsuna felt his heart race almost audibly. The beats thudded in his ears, a reminder of his presence in this enigmatic place. Reaching the summit of the stairs, his gaze was drawn to a figure seated before him, only the eyes visible in the dim light.
The eyes were unlike any he had encountered before, a piercing crimson shade radiating an overwhelming sense of authority and power.
[Through the labyrinth of adversity, I emerge...]
Yet, a conflicting sentiment gnawed at him.
"...These eyes... why do they feel so familiar?" Tsuna questioned, his curiosity mingled with an odd sense of recognition.
Instantly, a brilliant light burst forth, illuminating the figure's features. A voice resonating from the depths of his being accompanied this revelation.
[...as the Conqueror!]
And to his astonishment, the shadowy figure took form, revealing none other than himself. It was a disconcerting realization, confronting his own likeness in this surreal realm.
His voice barely audible, Tsuna couldn't help but remark, "Those eyes..."
The vacant throne seemed to beckon to him, and he hesitated only briefly before moving towards it. Seated upon it, a newfound sense of command and authority surged through him, and his eyes now gleamed with a vibrant crimson hue.
From this regal vantage point, he gazed down at the dreamworld before him, his voice resonating with conviction.
"I dub thee, The Conqueror's Eyes!"
"..."
"I always thought you were ahead of your brother at your age," a voice he recognized echoed.
Tsuna's consciousness returned to the real world.
As his eyes slowly opened, the room came into view. His body was swathed in bandages, and beside him, his father, Hirutora, sat in a chair, engrossed in a book.
"But I see you're not as grown-up as I thought."
"..."
Tsuna tried to push aside his embarrassment from earlier by focusing on the question at hand.
"Why are you here, Father?" he inquired, attempting to regain his composure.
He glanced around to confirm his surroundings before posing another question. "And why are we in our private jet? Where are we headed?"
Hirutora set his book aside, his gaze gentle as he regarded his son. He explained, "You've been unconscious for two days. Your mother and I were concerned, so we brought you back to the US."
Tsuna's eyebrows furrowed in genuine surprise. He had lingering aspirations back in Japan, and the prospect of abruptly leaving was disconcerting. "What about my school?"
"You still want to go back after all that?"
Hirutora lifted an eyebrow in apparent bewilderment. He couldn't fathom why his son would still desire to stay in Japan after enduring such an ordeal.
"Do you think the US is safer than Japan? They have guns in the US," Tsuna stated matter-of-factly. He continued, "And I have something that I have yet to achieve in Japan."
Hirutora's frown deepened. But observing the determination in his son's eyes, a sense of familiarity washed over him, reminding him of his own past. He sighed, conceding, "I'll give you one year, but you need to convince your mother first."
"...Alright."
It would be a challenge, but Tsuna was resolute in his decision.
Title: The Conqueror's Eyes
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