"... So you started fighting?"
"I'm sorry..."
In the large office, Sawada Tsunayoshi sat on a chair that belonged to him alone, looking at his six guardians with an expression that he was very used to. "... I understand the matter, let them go out first."
After all the guardians left the office, Tsuna sighed deeply and looked at the document he was holding in his hand, which was written in Italian and required a huge amount of money to pay for expensive maintenance fees and other miscellaneous expenses. In short, it was a bill. It was probably the aftermath of the fight between the guardians somewhere in the Vongol headquarters.
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