The voice in the memory sneered, "Whose justice do you think it is?"
So he buried his head deeply between his arms, his golden-reddish-brown hair losing color from despair.
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"I am Da Kong, the Da Kong that tolerates everything." He put on some dirty woolen gloves with the number "27" clearly printed on them. His golden-reddish-brown pupils glanced at him with nostalgia. Looking up again, the confusion was gone.
The next second, red flames lit up the sky.
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There were people whose faces were missing in the dream, and only the voices of "Judaime" and "Tsuna" could be heard.
Whose mouth do those happy voices come from?
Who can guarantee that the world I live in now is real?
When he opened his eyes, there were not as many scenes as in the dream. From the garbage-filled mountains to the gray sky of Meteor Street.
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"I am the tenth generation of Peng Gelie, Sawada Tsunayoshi."