[Katekyo Hitman Reborn] Sir, Please Wait!

The first time, in a little alley, his assassination target was clinging to a strange-looking Eastern woman. He didn’t hesitate for a moment and completed his mission as planned. “Sir, since you saved me, let me read your fortune. Your brow looks dark to me. You’re bound to suffer a bloody mishap within three days... Hey, hey! Don’t go! I’m serious! I usually charge ten thousand yuan for a reading!” Reborn looked at the Eastern woman, who was chattering away with a completely serious expression. He figured she might have mental problems and ignored her. On the third day, a stray bullet grazed his hand during a mission, drawing blood. The second time, they met on the street. It was the same woman, and she was being pursued. He hadn’t wanted to save her, but he got caught up in it too, so he had no choice but to act. “Thank you again, sir... Oh, you’re hurt? See? You didn’t listen to my warning last time. Since you’ve saved me twice, let me read your fortune again... Be careful around water these next few days, especially don’t get caught in the rain. Remember that.” Reborn wasn’t sure whether to believe her, but when it rained the next day, he canceled his assassination plan at the last minute. He later learned it had been a trap, with an ambush waiting for him. The third time, at the enemy’s villa, it was that same idiot again... “Oh, we meet again! Sir, we’re so fated to keep running into each other. I’m sure this must be destiny’s guiding hand... Could you be so kind as to save me for the third time?” Reborn: “...” At the time, Reborn had three guesses about who she was: an enemy spy, a fortune-teller, or a bona fide lunatic. The last one seemed the most likely... The heroine’s point of view The first time, I was being chatted up by a weird Italian man and trying to figure out how to get away when a man in a suit rescued me. He looked pretty handsome, but also kind of dangerous. I kindly offered him a free fortune reading, but just like before, he thought I was a weirdo. How depressing. Do I really look that much like a charlatan? The second time, I was inexplicably being chased. As I lamented how the language barrier could get you killed and thought I might have to wait for my next life to be a hero, I was rescued again. It was the same guy as last time. Having learned my lesson, I went straight to reading his fortune, hoping I could help him. The third time, I’d been kidnapped. Just as someone was pointing a gun at my head and I was about to die, my savior appeared again. I decided this had to be fate. Even though he looked very unhappy, and even though he really was a dangerous person, in my eyes he looked like a little angel... Wait, little angel, why are you pointing a gun at me!!! Σ(oдolll) Theme: