Also known as: When the Crime Lord and the First Generation Vongola Become Demon King’s Guardians
The Demon King’s Guardians have arrived in all their glory!
Welcome!
Blurb:
When little Tsuna, weak, pitiful, and helpless, was bullied by other kids yet again in Namimori because his father was never home, a blond man who looked just like him appeared like a god descending from the heavens.
The glorious First Generation, the founder of the immortal Vongola, lifted the young, still-growing Tenth Lion in his arms.
Giotto: “If you don’t mind, Tsuna, you can call me Dad.”
Lampo, far away in Italy: “Excuse me?” (Did someone steal my family?)
When Reborn arrived in Namimori on the Ninth’s orders, he found the blond math teacher whom the adorable, foolish Tenth candidate had taken for his father.
Reborn (raising his gun): “Dame-Tsuna, what did you just call him? Want to take a trip to the Sanzu River?”
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When Napoleon of the criminal underworld took in a promising young Sherlock Holmes.
At the Kudo mansion, known as Beika Town’s biggest haunted house, Conan contentedly closed The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes.
“I really do like Professor Moriarty just as much as I like Sherlock Holmes! Mr. William, what are we studying today?”
William James Moriarty smiled mysteriously, fingers interlaced beneath his chin, keeping his achievements to himself.
Let’s see, will you become the Sherlock Holmes of the Reiwa era, or Moriarty, Shinichi?
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Rei Furuya had always admired one of his senior colleagues in Public Security. Like him, the man loved his country, and like him, people often mistook him for mixed-race.
D. Spade looked at Rei Furuya. “Nufufufufu, listen up, Rei. Public Security is too weak these days. Our goal is to build the strongest security system, one that stands above every other institution. I’ll make every criminal tremble in fear.”
“To do that, first we’ll cleanly and elegantly take down the Black Organization! Then we’ll kick the despicable FBI out of here!”
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Sherlock Holmes was driven to distraction every day trying to meet his deadlines, and his house was always full of smoke.
Even so, most of his readers both loved and hated him, and desperately wanted to send him a knife.
Wasn’t he supposed to be a bestselling author of pure-romance novels? Either the male lead turned out to be the murderer or the female lead got killed. His poor readers were drowning in bad endings every day.
If you love mysteries so much, why not become a mystery novelist like Yusaku? Stop tormenting us, your heartbroken readers! Sob!
Sherlock (slamming the table in frustration and turning to his partner and editor): “Do you think I want to? Damn it, how are you supposed to write romance, John?”
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There was a legend in the Mobile Unit’s Explosive Ordnance Disposal Division of the Security Police Department: a mysterious senior officer had maxed-out defense and could even use pots and pans to withstand the shockwaves from bombs. And that wasn’t all…
Behind these strange characters was an utterly ordinary young man, though no one knew who he was.
A few notes:
1. My Conan might not be quite so righteous. He does good things, but he’s constantly dancing along the edge of his principles. If that bothers you, run.
2. Raising kids! Raising kids! Tsuna and little Conan are so adorable! Of course they need to be raised!
3. The First Generation side raises Tsuna, while the Moriarty side raises Conan and Kaito. The two sides will also occasionally swap kids, so both of them will be more capable than in the original, especially Tsuna!
4. I’m friendly to everyone because I’m writing this out of love! The only ones I might not be friendly toward are the Organization’s boss, Rum, and Tsuna’s scumbag dad. I’m not criticizing Tsuna’s parents as people; I just hope they’ll change their ways.
5. The story starts a little slowly. Please bear with me.
6. The two storylines will get roughly equal attention, then gradually merge.
Theme: Your child-rearing and my child-rearing don’t seem to be the same thing.
Oh, yes, yes, professional level.
Sure enough, the god of death primary school student [laughing and crying]
Hahahahaha brand new case
Son? It's not impossible [bad laugh]
It seems that it hit the police academy team.
Hahahahaha Phantom Thief?
Oh! ! This is how feelings are cultivated