[Though it really shouldn't, these ring battles irk him beyond belief. Yamamoto has always been the patient sort, the kind to weather out a storm and shrug the rain out of his eyes without complaining, but this tries his patience. While he can see the potential in Tsuna, he also knows that it's a flickering thing. Weak and easily extinguished. His choice of guardians hadn’t proven particularly worrisome either, and while the silver haired boy who was his opponent was talented, he was more a pair of lungs than a swordsman.
It seemed a waste of time to fight them, but Yamamoto hadn’t come this far to see Xanxus’ right to the Vongola just given to a random boy who didn’t want it anyway. Not after Xanxus had been locked away for so long after the Cradle Affair. Not after Yamamoto had worked hard gathering and keeping the Varia together all these years. Not after all he’d sacrificed.
He hadn’t said much to Xanxus before he had entered the arena, because really there was no need. Yamamoto was confident that he would win this, or he really would be the trash that Xanxus always told him he was, and he would be a shame to his old man’s name.
Yamamoto watched idly as the other boy clambered noisily into the ring, Shigure Kintoki tapping rhythmically against his shoulder as he waited, patient and smiling. Most people could call it pleasant, until they realized it didn’t quite reach his eyes.]
let me know if I should edit. o/
It seemed a waste of time to fight them, but Yamamoto hadn’t come this far to see Xanxus’ right to the Vongola just given to a random boy who didn’t want it anyway. Not after Xanxus had been locked away for so long after the Cradle Affair. Not after Yamamoto had worked hard gathering and keeping the Varia together all these years. Not after all he’d sacrificed.
He hadn’t said much to Xanxus before he had entered the arena, because really there was no need. Yamamoto was confident that he would win this, or he really would be the trash that Xanxus always told him he was, and he would be a shame to his old man’s name.
Yamamoto watched idly as the other boy clambered noisily into the ring, Shigure Kintoki tapping rhythmically against his shoulder as he waited, patient and smiling. Most people could call it pleasant, until they realized it didn’t quite reach his eyes.]
Yo Squalo. Are you ready?