Year 1050 B.N.
November 20
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Although I had some knowledge about the surrounding lands, I wouldn't rush to carry out my plans just yet. I understood well that having power without control could be more destructive than having none at all. Strength and intelligence alone were not enough to forge a lasting organization; something deeper was required: trust. And trust couldn't be bought or imposed... it had to be built—slowly, silently, through actions that left a mark.
Besides, to the eyes of this world, I was still just a child. And no matter how many centuries of experience my soul carried, my steps had to be measured.If I aimed to create something enduring—something greater than just a group of followers—I would need their respect, their faith, and their decision to follow me not out of fear... but out of conviction.
I knew that the true foundation of any legacy wasn't the power one held, but the loyalty of those who would walk beside you—especially those of your own generation.They were the ones who would grow with you, understand your inner battles, and share your dreams.
And I couldn't forget one essential truth: my body was that of a child. No matter how ancient my soul was, my gestures, my presence, and my voice didn't yet carry the weight of a leader. That would take time.And during that time, I had to plant something more valuable than fear: trust.I would need their loyalty—not through obligation, but through choice.Because the day I chose to reveal myself to the world, strength alone wouldn't be enough.I would have to prove I was worthy of being followed.
In this new world, I found myself in the Land of the Back (背の国, Se no Kuni), a mountainous and fertile nation—peaceful and submissive—naturally protected by mountain ranges to the north and east, making it difficult for invading armies to cross through those directions.This environment was ideal for hiding and training.
The System had embedded the memories and experiences of my two previous lives into this new body. Though my soul was old, the vessel I'd been given was young—malleable.My memories as Luciano Gravina and Giotto Vongola didn't merely coexist: they were fused, like fire and steel, forming a new, more complex, more dangerous... more complete entity.I was no longer just the ruthless mafioso once known as Il Silenziatore, nor only the noble Vongola Primo who founded a family to protect.Now, I was both.
And with that dual legacy, I possessed knowledge… and more than just experience or technique: I had a clear mission.I would use any tactic, everything I had, to reclaim what was mine: my flames. My legacy. My family.
I trained alone every morning and evening by a stream, whose current seemed to speak to me in an ancient language only I could understand.I would sit in seiza, eyes closed, palms facing the sky, in absolute silence. I immersed myself in a state of total concentration.This was no ordinary meditation. It was a form of spiritual self-wear—reconstruction through emptiness.
I knew that the Sky Flame, the purest of all, required a calm soul and an undisturbed mind.I called this state the Passive Harmonic Mode.The Sky Flame represented harmony, and to master that precise balance between power and serenity, between the chaos of the world and the peace within, I had to become the sky itself: vast, serene, unshakable... yet always present.
Because the Flame did not respond to the will of a tyrant, nor to the desires of a warrior.
I breathed deeply, absorbing the essence of the world around me:A whisper. The wind through the pines.A crack. A branch falling by the shore.A vibration. My flames forming.All of it was part of the balance.
The training consisted of channeling two distinct textures of the Sky Flame at the same time—one in each hand.
In my right hand, I created the gentle flame: a fluid, enveloping energy, with yellow-tinted edges and a pale orange core. It floated as if weightless.It was meant to harmonize, to absorb tension, to stabilize what was on the verge of collapse. It appeared as a soft orange sphere with warm borders.
In the left, its opposite was born: a dense flame, red at the edges with a bright orange core. It vibrated like a crystal about to shatter.Its purpose was to intensify, to push, to strike with speed or brute force. Its color was a vivid orange, with reddish rims and shimmering crystal-like particles.
Harmony was not peace.It was perfect tension.They were opposites—and complementary.
The challenge wasn't just to ignite them…It was to maintain them simultaneously.To contain the gentle without losing the firm.To let the explosive coexist with the soft without mutual annihilation.
The slightest imbalance… and everything would collapse.
At first, my flames faded after mere seconds.Then, they began to explode.Once, a backlash wave threw me five meters back.I bled from my nose and palms.I broke a finger.But I never stopped.
Because this wasn't just an exercise in energy.It was a metaphor for my life.Luciano and Giotto. Mafioso and protector. Destroyer and peacemaker.Both extremes burned within me.
And if I couldn't control those flames… how could I lead others?
I repeated this exercise daily, for hours, until my muscles and energy channels adapted.One misstep, and the harmony would break.The flames would vanish—or worse—explode out of control.Sometimes, I bled from my nose or hands.But I never stopped.
Because I knew that progress depended on repetition and constant correction.
By the stream, under an orange sunset sky, Giotto sat in seiza, both hands extended—each manifesting a different Sky Flame.
—Giotto… are you okay?A soft voice pulled me out of the trance.Haru.The little girl had approached quietly, followed by Daiki and Sana.They had been watching from a distance, concerned, before slowly making their way toward me.
In a low but impressed voice, Haru whispered:—Is he doing it again...? Those flames... they seem more stable than yesterday.Daiki, as serious as ever, added:—Not just more stable. The gentle flame has more pressure. The environment shifts slightly when he activates it… See? The stream's water is vibrating.Sana joined in with a soft smile:—He's getting stronger… but also more distant.
Giotto slowly opened his eyes without turning his head.—Came to spy? Or just to admire someone else's progress?—Hey! It's not spying if you're out in the open, okay? Besides… you're bleeding again! —Haru pointed a finger at me.Calmly, I replied:—Bleeding doesn't mean I'm in danger. It means I'm improving.
Sitting cross-legged on the grass, Sana asked:—Why do you always train alone? You don't have to carry everything by yourself, Giotto-nii…I slowly closed both hands, dispelling the flames, and looked at the three of them.—…Because the Sky Flame responds to the soul, not physical effort. I need to understand myself before I can guide others.I wiped the blood from my nose with my sleeve.Haru said:—But that doesn't mean you have to shut us out. You're not the only one who's changing. We're all training… but you carry a weight you never share.I crouched down to clean the blood from my clothes and replied:—No. I can't do that right now… and I don't know if I ever will.
As usual, Haru, ever worried, insisted:—No… I don't get it. But I do know this: leaders who carry everything alone… end up getting lost. I don't want that to happen to you.A sigh came from the side —Daiki spoke:—At least let someone watch over your training. If you explode, someone's gotta gather the pieces.Sana nodded with a sad smile:—…And sing you a song so you'll heal faster.
I sighed.For the first time in days, a faint smile crossed my lips.—Fine. You can watch. But if you interfere… you'll deal with the consequences.Haru joked:—That sounds like "Thanks for worrying, guys. I really appreciate you."I closed my eyes again.—Don't put kind words in my mouth… I'm not there yet.
To complete my training, I checked my compatibility with the Sky Flame:Main Mission – Objective 2: Physical and energetic adaptation to the Sky Flame.Compatibility progress: 6%.
During my personal sessions, I also trained the group slowly forming around me.Haru, Daiki, and Sana were my first allies. I taught them everything I knew about close-quarters combat, combining techniques like karate, jiu-jitsu, and aikido —skills I remembered from my life as Luciano— along with defensive methods and counterattacks I had developed as Giotto.
The three were progressing well. Daiki had a natural talent for hand-to-hand combat. Sana stood out for her focus and ability to use the environment to her advantage. Haru, though more emotional, was beginning to show signs of promising tactical intuition.
Over time, two new members joined:
Reijiro, an eight-year-old boy, quiet and observant. He feared conflict, but when someone was hurt, he was the first to act. His memory was extraordinary —he recalled details others overlooked. Beneath his fragile appearance lay a surprising will.
Takeshi, nine years old, proud and hot-headed. He hated being treated as weak. His desire to prove himself made him competitive, especially with Daiki. Seeing him, I couldn't help but think of G, my old friend and Storm Guardian.
As the months passed, I developed a training system divided into three phases:
Physical strength: running through the mountains with added weight, climbing cliffs, swimming against the river's current.
Mental discipline: meditation, emotional control drills, and puzzle-solving under pressure.
(Unspecified content to be added later, e.g., "Group tactics" or "Combat formations")
One rainy night, while everyone slept, I sat by the fire, lost in thought.G's face appeared in my mind: his unwavering loyalty, his blazing flame...Then I remembered the enemies of my other life.The names that trembled before Luciano Gravina:"The Demon of Sicily," "The Crimson Silencer," "Il Fantasma di Palermo."Suddenly, a thunderclap roared through the sky, dragging me back to that distant past…
FLASHBACKI remember that blood-soaked winter in Palermo.The nights were cold—but not colder than my heart in those days. The city spoke of me in whispers. My name was feared, though few had seen my real face.They called me Il Silenziatore—The Silencer. Not out of mercy, but efficiency. Not out of compassion, but because when I acted, silence was all that remained.
That name was born when I returned from Brazil, after surviving the impossible.My body was wounded, but my soul burned.What I did in the Amazon rainforest was a baptism by fire.My rage set entire villages ablaze, erased drug routes, and left scars on the land—and in history.No one could understand how one man had caused such devastation…But I wasn't just a man.I was the embodiment of a vendetta.
An attack orchestrated by old enemies of my bloodline had taken everything from me. And I swore that my vengeance would not be average. It would be the worst. And the most legendary.
I didn't kill on impulse. I killed with method.I sowed terror like seeds… and watered them with fear.
I was the one who designed La Triade del Fumo—"The Smoke Triad," a tactic we used to erase a rival family without leaving any trace of our involvement.First: erase their records and bank accounts—make them disappear from the system, as if they'd never been born.Second: infiltrate one of ours into their home—as a driver, a lover, or a cook. An ordinary figure, but enough to destabilize their emotional core.Third: once everything lay in ruins, a surgical explosion with a foreign signature—Colombian, Russian, Israeli… depending on the message we wanted to send.And in the end, when the smoke settled, a white rose on the ashes.
To some, it meant forgiveness.To me, it was a cruel reminder:"I was here… and now nothing remains of you."
My people gave me nicknames as if they were cursed royal titles:Il Fantasma d'Acciaio – The Steel Phantom. Because I moved unseen and struck with lethal precision.Il Burattinaio – The Puppeteer. Because even the proudest enemies danced to strings they never knew I held.Il Padre delle Ombre – The Father of Shadows. I founded an international network of informants, from the Russian underworld to the forgotten neighborhoods of Buenos Aires. They never swore loyalty to my name, but to the lion engraved on the black coins I gave them.
Once, a traitor tried to sell me out to the DEA.We caught him before he could breathe his final lie.I forced him to walk barefoot through a frozen quarry. His bones cracked with every step. It took him three hours to die.And I was with him the entire time.Whispering:"This isn't for what you did… it's for what others will learn."
And they learned.Oh, they absolutely learned.
Even now, sometimes, in my dreams… I see his eyes.Not out of guilt. I regret nothing.But because in them, I saw something that haunts me even beyond death:Fear.Not fear of pain, or death.But that cold terror that rises when you realize the thing that destroyed you wasn't a monster.It was a man.A man like any other.And that's what makes it worse.Because monsters are born in stories.But men…choose to become monsters.Or be devoured by them.
For a moment, I returned. More determined than ever to teach those children.More resolved than ever to guide them.I used everything:The fear I once inspired.The dirty tactics, the blackmail webs, the psychological games.I turned them into knowledge. Into structure.
Because now, more than power, I needed to build a legacy.One founded in the harmony of the Sky Flame…But also in the cunning of a reformed mafioso.
The first step was taken.And when the time comes…The world will know the name Vongola once more.
Six months had passed.Six intense months.Each day, we rose at dawn. We ran through the mountains, trained in the river, in the fog, even blindfolded.Each night, after training, I sat down to meditate.The flames continued to build their core inside me.I still couldn't activate Hyper Mode, nor did I have the Rings.But slowly, I could feel something growing inside me.A flame that did not belong to this world.The Will.
And somehow, I felt the System was guiding me.That every step forward—mine and the children's—was bringing us closer to something greater.
One morning, I woke up to a simple message in my inner vision:
[Advanced Bond Missions Unlocked]"Forge the bonds. Storm Seed."
[Template System Notification]You have received a special reward: "Storm Seed"This seed is granted in recognition for gathering and protecting a group of five children, thus taking the first step toward the creation of your future organization.
Storm Seed – [Status: Inactive]This seed is the spiritual core that will allow you to summon the Storm Guardian from your original world, known as "G".
To activate the seed, you must meet the following conditions:– Establish a functional and secure settlement (your organization's initial base).– Endure the strongest storm of the year in the land where you currently reside.
Once these conditions are met, the seed will react and begin the process of summoning the Storm Guardian.
Giotto remained silent, processing each word with care."So… to summon G…" he muttered to himself,"I must first secure a worthy place. A true refuge. Only then… when the strongest storm of the year arrives… the seed will awaken."
Probably in summer, between June and September. I still have time… it's only March.
His eyes narrowed with determination.A settlement… a base.It wasn't just for the children anymore.It was the beginning of everything.
My organization.My legacy.My family.And G…you will return too…