Chaos and familiarity
It really hadn’t been hard to pick up where he left off. Being a ninja was a lot like being in the mafia, and Reborn had been very, very good at being in the mafia. It helped that his fellow arcobaleno had all been reincarnated with him, and they’d been able to rise through the ranks together, terrifying innocent bystanders as they went. He still remembered the glorious screams of horror from Research and Development when Orochimaru defected and his former subordinates realised that Verde was now in charge. Orochimaru had at least been predictable, one drunk scientist had sobbed in Reborns hearing. It had been almost as entertaining as the day Lal Mirch had taken over Anbu training muttering about incompetence, and poor standards.
The only real difficulty had been adjusting to the lack of guns in this reality. The others hadn’t cared so much but Reborn liked guns. It was a minor setback, but he had a strong wind affinity and it hadn’t taken long to figure out how to fire a bolt of high velocity, highly compressed air for basically the same effect, with less noise, so in the end, he supposed it all worked out for the best. He’d made a name for himself, the bingo book entries all called him Chaos Reborn, and he was generally considered one of the most terrifying jounin in the village. It was very satisfying.
So there had been a few years of taking the time to enjoy this new world, which was like the mafia, but without having to bother hiding the mess from civilians. And then he’d run into a small and clumsy blonde genin named Sarutobi Dino, and he’d realised it wasn’t just the arcobaleno that had been reincarnated. Reborn had found himself smiling in anticipation. If everyone was being reincarnated, and after spotting Dino’s teammates, one with Bianchi’s pink hair, and the other with Squalo’s silver, Reborn was pretty sure they were, that meant an opportunity. A chance to wreak havoc the likes of which the ninja world could not even begin to comprehend.
Some investigation revealed that the tenth generation were all in the same academy class, and had yet to graduate, and that, had given Reborn ideas. It had been easy enough to sign himself and his fellow arcobaleno up as jounin sensei’s. Somewhat harder to manipulate the team compositions. After all, there were generations of tradition and protocol in play. Still, desk nin were bribable. Even if it did take a packet of Reborn’s personal stash of extra strength Kumo coffee beans. It was a sacrifice, but it was well worth it. It wasn’t like he could let anyone else tort… teach his favourite student after all. Besides, Fon had a mission to Kumo in a couple of weeks and Fon owed him a favour, he could resupply. It wasn’t just about getting his favourite vict… student back of course. If it had just been that he wouldn’t have bothered sacrificing his coffee, he’d just have intimidated the desk nin until he assigned him Tsuna’s team.
No, the coffee was in exchange for the desk nin in question going above and beyond to reorganise all of the team compositions for that year. He and his fellow arcobaleno had a bet going on, and there was no way, any of them were going to let the others show them up. And of course for the bet to be valid, they all had to start with the teams they’d agreed to, and for that to happen, bribes were needed. Everyone knew the desk nin were almost impossible to manipulate, off limits to any serious intimidation, and could only be bribed with a very limited list of items. Luce’s influence, she’d laid down the law when she took over the administration department and nobody crossed the terrifyingly polite head of admin if they could help it. And so Reborn’s coffee had paid the price, not that he was bitter about that at all.
At least the academy sensei hadn’t been any trouble. Skull knew better than to interfere with Reborn’s plans. Some lessons stuck for more than one lifetime after all. And in any case Reborn knew the lackey had some side bets going on the amount of chaos his former comrades in cursed misery would cause. He’d placed a considerable amount of money on Reborn’s student’s causing more havoc than Hatake and Maito’s students combined, despite the respective year and two year head starts they had on him. Reborn was almost insulted, that anyone could doubt him. Of course his students would cause more havoc than those amateurs. Hatake wasn’t even trying to traumatise his genin, he was just making do with the incidental damage to their psyches.
The most difficult thing had been convincing the desk nin to break up the Inoshikacho composition for that year. Honestly if the clans themselves hadn’t been a little nervous at the idea of putting Hana, Hayato, and Lambo on a team together, it might have taken more than just Reborn’s coffee stash. It had to be done though. Verde wanted his indestructible test pilot, and he wanted to watch Tsuna deal with Hayato’s tsundere tendencies again, and no-one wanted to see what would happen if they tried to separate the Sasagawa girl’s Cloud from her again. That girl was terrifying. Which made it only fitting that she was Lal’s problem now. But still, breaking generations of tradition didn’t come cheap and Reborn was feeling the caffeine deprivation. So was everyone around him. When Reborn suffered, other people suffered with him. He made sure of it.
Two whole weeks with only standard Konoha coffee, but it was all worth it when he arrived to meet his new team and heard a familiar high pitched screech. “Hieee, Reborn, you’re our sensei?” He honestly sounded surprised. Reborn was disappointed in him, had he learned nothing over years as his student.
“Dame Tsuna. Of course I’m your sensei. You still have a lot to learn. It takes more than dying to escape being taught by the world’s number one hitman.”