Why does this sort of thing ALWAYS happen to him!
Tsuna isn’t sure how this happened (a lie. This sort of crap ALWAYS happens to those of Vongola. Just the joy of having held a third of the Tri Ni Sette but having been influenced by the other two parts.) but he thought he was DONE with this sort of crap.
He passed the headship of the Vongola Viglilanty group off to the daughter he and his alliance bride had had together as Kyoko chan had a taste for bad boys and had married Xanxus. He didn’t like to think too hard about that headache but somehow, they made it work.
He… hadn’t really loved his wife. It had been a duty match and they had made the best of it. He allowed her to leave once it proved his Heir was viable though she had to undergo a Mist Contract memory lock first.
She was fine. She hadn’t wanted this in the first place.
His daughter was his world and he’d been happy to say by the end of it, Vongola had returned to its roots with the Varia going nine-tenths independent and Cedef as well.
They’d all slowed down and the fight had drained him badly when he pulled back to Namimori with his Guardians.
None of them had wanted to be Mafia and getting out again had cost and dimmed them all.
With all they’d done, even to be able to handle a slightly better world to the next generation, he didn’t think it was worth it.
They’d all just been so drained, dimmed, TIRED at the end and they’d flickered and faded out one by one.
Leaving him alone.
When he’d passed, he’d wanted to see them again.
To be better, do things better… and no, he woke up in this strange world instead.
The Tri Ni Sette was broken, only Kawahira remained of the Flame wielders and he was just. So. sick. Of. this. SHIT!
Why was it always fucking HIM.
He wanted rest… to join the rest of his set but no.
There was a need and he was drafted to fill it.
Honestly, Tsuna didn’t think he would last long. He was tired. He had no Elements. He’d slip into Discord before long and then be killed, he was sure.
Kawahira didn’t let him.
For the first couple of years, he just went through the motions, numb with shock and disbelief.
He didn’t WANT this!
Again, he wasn’t being given a choice.
This time, at least, he wasn’t expected to try and save the world.
The Tri Ni Sette here had shattered but, rather than let the world end, Flame had defused and mutated the people here… in the form of Quirks.
The sort of Flame a person would have had influenced the sort of Quirk they inherited with both Flames of Earth and Sky and Split Flames tossing variations into the mix and then genetic inheritance tweaking things further. The Quirkless were from lines that had yet to be touched or throwbacks. They would be able to use Flame directly… if there was Flame to use.
It would have been the most minimal of flickers without a catalyst to ignite or a Sky to help sustain them…
Enter Tsuna, the strongest of Skies in many, many years.
Before he knew it he’d collected an odd bunch of people around him and somehow, they had something like an underground organization. Sort of like the first iteration of the Vongola, except they didn’t commit crimes or interfere directly… except in self-defense and they didn’t use their Quirks.
Simply training and combat skills with the occasional use of items.
It was slowly bringing the unwilling Tsuna back to life. Somehow, he had over two dozen Elements from all walks of life.
None of them were guardians though… even if he found a cute little apprentice in a fluffy green-haired, freckled, green-eyed Quirkless kid.
(He was SO adorable. No seriously! Lightning Sky equivalent and Tsuna just wanted to hug the stuffing out of him.)
It didn't make up for what he'd lost... but it was something.