Year 1048 B.N. – March 29th
In the heart of the growing City of Lomo, where spring made life bloom with its golden warmth and sweet fragrances, a silent revolution was beginning to take shape. It was not a war nor a revolt, but an enterprise: the rise of the most influential organization in the Land of Lomo.It all began with a child.Giotto Luciano Vongola Gravina, only seven years old, had witnessed decay, injustice, and inequality during his travels through nearby towns and countries. From devastated fields to lawless villages, he understood that real power did not lie in violence, but in the structured control of economy and security.With that conviction, he founded the Vongola Bank of Order and Power, accompanied by a group of prodigious children like him: his friends, his soul brothers.The idea came on a rainy evening, when the city was still mired in instability. Giotto, with his fused memories of Luciano Gravina and the first Vongola, realized the need for an economic pillar to structure the city.It wasn't enough to fend off bandits or to manage those who had bowed over time, nor to simply organize the market: what was needed was a financial center—an institution that would inspire trust and regulate the flow of capital, land, and contracts."If we don't control the gold, someone else will," said Giotto during that secret meeting at the old inn, while the fire crackled in the hearth.Beside him, Takeshi (a boy with a carefree smile and inhuman reflexes) played with a coin, tossing it into the air."What if we start it ourselves?" Sana suggested with bright eyes. Though her face was sweet, her mind was as sharp as a blade.Sana had already become an administrative genius, with an innate talent for numbers. She had been organizing local markets for a few months since they arrived in the city."People already respect us," added Daiki, with a deep voice and imposing stance, though he was only nine years old. "They just need a structure.""Then we'll start with the basics," concluded Giotto. "Security, currency, and credit."…
The Foundation of the Bank
It was Giotto Sawada, the most methodical and responsible leader of the group, who suggested the name: "Vongola Bank of Order and Power." According to him, the name had to reflect more than the accumulation of wealth; it had to represent stability, law, and control."We don't want to be rich, G. We want to be unbuyable," said Giotto as he drew the first blueprint of the building on the ground.G nodded. He never thought a bank would be created in this ancient Japanese era.Giotto had already chosen the location: the crossroads of five minor trade routes, an ideal spot to control caravans of goods and services. He ordered the bank to be built with limestone and oak wood, strong and noble materials. The doors were forged in black steel, and the Vongola crest—with its flames engraved in bronze—was placed high on the building as a symbol of respect.Security was one of the first challenges. That's where Reijiro came in. Though only nine years old, I trained him well in defensive tactics and surveillance.Alongside Daiki—his inseparable partner, master of sealing techniques and mechanisms—they designed an internal system of sealed compartments, trapdoors, and escape routes. Any robbery attempt would be punished not with lethal force, but with public humiliation: one of Daiki's seals would trap the thief in a reflective iron bubble, where they could only see themselves for hours."Fear of themselves is more useful than fear of us," Daiki had said while activating the first bubble with a mischievous smile.…
The Account System and the Birth of the Vongola Currency
Haru, brilliant in mathematics and calculation, proposed an accounting system based on "reciprocal trust." I taught her the first credit and loan contracts with conditions of loyalty, not just interest.The currency they created, the Gravino, bore a seashell on one side and the word Vongola on the other, representing clarity and leadership."We're not just bankers. We're architects of the future," said Haru as she taught other children how to keep their own ledgers.The currency was minted in noble wood, infused with a special ink made by Sana, using all the knowledge she had in this field. Each Gravino was impossible to counterfeit: the ink reacted to body heat, subtly changing color if the user was the legitimate owner.…
The Vongola Escort Company
They soon realized that security was not only needed inside the bank, but also on the roads. Trade caravans were constantly under attack. Thus was born the second great Vongola institution: the Vongola Escort Company.Giotto appointed G, his Guardian of the Storm, as the first commander. Loyal, deadly, and always ready to fight for honor, G organized the strongest members of the group into mobile protection squads."It's not enough to protect what's ours. Let's protect others'… and they'll belong to us by their own will," G said during the inauguration ceremony.Sana, with her talent in medicine, took charge of the escorts' health. Her healing tonics and windflower bandages allowed even severely injured escorts to return to duty within hours.Takeshi handled logistics: routes, rest stops, supply points.Daiki developed scrolls for instant communication between escorts and caravans.Reijiro watched from the shadows, ensuring that no spies or traitors infiltrated.…
Child Hierarchy, Adult Mind
Despite their ages, the group behaved with the maturity of a council of elders.Giotto presided over meetings in the Central Flame Hall, a circular chamber inside the bank where each member had a seat crafted to their size."Our age is just a number," Giotto once said, sipping tea calmly. "What defines us is the will to create something eternal."From that hall came decrees that regulated trade, fair tariffs for farmers, interest-free loans for widows, and emergency funds for orphaned children.Soon, the bank and the escort company became inseparable.No one trusted transporting goods without Vongola protection, nor saving money without contracts signed by Giotto.…
A Miniature Empire
Over time, other cities began adopting the Vongola system. First it was Sand City, then Sky Valley. Delegations were opened under the supervision of Haru and Takeshi. The Gravino started to circulate as the official currency in three main towns of the Land of Lomo.Even though he knew the country had not yet surpassed a million people, Giotto understood that this enterprise would grow his organization in the future.Giotto didn't smile with pride, but with responsibility."The hard part wasn't founding it. The hard part will be keeping it clean," he said one night to G as they watched the bank from the terrace.G nodded, a faint flame burning on his index finger."You'll do it, Giotto. Because you weren't born into this world… you were brought here to change it."…
Founders' Epilogue
Giotto Luciano Vongola Gravina — Founder and President. Visionary of Order.Takeshi Yamato — Chief of Strategy and Logistics.Daiki Tenrou — Security and Communications Engineer.Reijiro Han, Haru Minagawa — Chief of Counterintelligence. Shadow Guardian.Sana Yukino — Supreme Medic. Healing Alchemist and Supreme Treasurer. Master of contracts and credit systems.G — Supreme Commander of the Storm. Founder of the Escort.
Thus, from childish innocence and the ambition to change the world, was born the institution that would define the future of the continent. And at the heart of it all, shone the silent flame of a child barely able to reach the edge of his desk.
Because some are born to obey, others to rule… but very few, like Giotto, are born to build empires.
Trade bustled with energy. Sunlight streamed through the tall windows of the main building, as it did every spring, reflecting off the meticulously polished mosaic floors set between austere wooden and stone structures.
At the center, within the main office of the Vongola Bank of Order and Power, a seven-year-old blond boy sat in a chair far too large for him. His legs didn't reach the floor, and his elbows barely touched the edge of the carved oak desk, custom-made so his small body could reach it with dignity. Despite the comical image, no one dared laugh—except G, his newly summoned Guardian.
The boy, eyes gleaming with sharp focus, wrote with absolute concentration. His head barely peeked over the desk, yet he carried the bearing of a seasoned leader.
—"One day I'll grow up…"—Giotto Sawada repeated in his mind like a mantra, as he signed documents with a quill three times the size of his hand, stamping scrolls with the official Vongola seal.
G laughed from a corner, arms crossed. He couldn't help but chuckle. That small mockery was enough for Takeshi and Reijiro to exchange knowing glances. Though loyally stationed at opposite corners of the room as his personal bodyguards, even they couldn't suppress a smile.
Giotto glanced sideways at them, unbothered. The respect they held for him was undeniable. He didn't need to raise his voice for the world to obey.
—"We'll see who's laughing when I send someone to clean the east latrine for a week,"—he said flatly.
The laughter stopped instantly.
For months now, his name and the Vongola security seal had become known throughout the lands of Lomo. The "protection fee" charged to temples, villages, and wandering merchants had established a network of influence and safety across the region. Although formal taxes didn't exist, tradition dictated that a portion of every harvest went to the local daimyō. Now, however, a considerable share also ended up in Giotto's hands, through "voluntary donations" in exchange for protection. The Vongola power had grown so much that even the region's feudal lord could no longer ignore it. The Vongola mark had become synonymous with order, justice… and fear.
And that day, the feudal lord finally came to visit.
...
The atmosphere thickened when the lord of the land was announced with pomp: three carriages, twelve guards, and two personal advisors. He entered the bank as if it belonged to him, his steps echoing along the marble hallways. Chin held high, eyes stern. When the double doors of Giotto's office opened, the entourage stopped. Seeing Giotto—so small, seated seriously in that massive chair—the lord frowned.
His eyes silently scanned the room's strange yet captivating decor: handwoven linen rugs from the south, tapestries with ancient symbols hung in asymmetric patterns, an oil lamp from the Yayoi period dripping amber light over a carved wooden map of the country. Everything seemed to come from different eras, yet it blended in undeniable harmony.
In their hearts, both soldiers and advisors—and even the lord himself—couldn't help but silently admire the rare but elegant way the office was decorated. It had an arcane solemnity, as if time itself had paused to pay tribute to its young occupant.
One of the advisors broke the silence with a skeptical tone:
—"May I see the owner of this place?"—asked the first advisor, a long-faced man with a nasal voice.—"Where is your master, child? Call your father… or the man who truly runs this… organization,"—demanded the second advisor.
Giotto looked up from his documents with a calm expression. His voice was firm, with no hint of annoyance.
—"You're looking at him,"—Giotto said, without moving.
The second advisor, shorter and with sagging cheeks, let out a mocking laugh.
—"We didn't come to play with children. We want to speak to whoever runs this bank. Maybe your father…"
The first advisor looked at him as if he had just heard a bad joke, stepped forward, and frowned.
—"Don't be insolent. We're talking about an organization that has generated wealth in just one year. No childish little voice could have done this."
Tension rose. G crossed his arms behind Giotto, amused. Takeshi and Reijiro were already on alert.
The second advisor stepped forward with a superior tone.
—"You have many sources of income: banking, escorts, protection… even rumors of food trade between villages. It's time you share that wealth with the lord of the land to which you belong."
Giotto casually cleaned his ear with his pinky, as if the man's words were just noise. When the advisor finished, he simply replied:
—"No."
The room turned icy.
The lord of Lomo, silent until then, began to sweat beneath his robes. He had come to assert authority, but inside he just wanted to return to his palace and enjoy his concubines. He had left politics in his advisors' hands… and now he regretted it.
Giotto narrowed his eyes. He had heard the rumors: that lord was nothing but a puppet with a crown. If his advisors were the real power, then Giotto would become the new puppeteer.
With a small gesture at his neck, Giotto gave a signal.
Instantly, Takeshi and Reijiro, who had moved silently behind the group, unsheathed hidden knives and slit the throats of the daimyō's two guards. The bodies fell silently.
The advisors froze, pale and speechless. One tried to scream, but Giotto silenced him by calmly raising a hand.
—"Don't bother. It's useless. There's no one outside coming to help you. This is my house."
He climbed down from his great chair, his feet landing softly and with dignity. G laughed again, subtly imitated by the escorts who maintained their martial stance. Giotto walked toward his "guests," his face slightly flushed due to his short height, already planning a joke on G later.
G held back his laughter. Reijiro scratched his head in mock confusion.
Giotto approached the group, thinking of a small revenge against G. But for now, seriousness returned. His outfit was specially designed: a mix of fabrics from the late Jōmon period and the Yayoi era, adapted to the style of the Italian mafia. Though rustic, it was elegant, with a collar resembling a tie. Despite his size, he radiated the authority of a true leader.
—"And here you are,"—said Giotto coldly,—"walking through the doors of my bank to beg for scraps."—"I don't like repeating myself,"—he added in a flat tone,—"I am the boss."
He scratched his ear again and yawned into his sleeve.
The second advisor stepped forward, red with fury.
—"Insolent! What you've done in the lord's presence is a crime. You're playing with fire!"
Giotto didn't flinch.
—"Fine, I'll talk… but not with circus clowns,"—he said, stroking his chin playfully.
Then, with a cold smile, he raised his right hand again—sliding it across his neck.
In an instant, Takeshi and Reijiro unsheathed their daggers once more.
The advisors barely reacted. It was already too late.
Two flashes. Their heads fell onto the woven carpet. Silence reigned.
—Remind me not to kill people on the carpet again —muttered Giotto with a sigh—. Weaving carpets in this era is ridiculously expensive, and cleaning blood is a nightmare for the cleaning girl.
He turned toward the trembling lord, who dropped to his knees, pale as wax.
Giotto sighed in exasperation.
G laughed.
—Next time we'll lay down a sacrifice rug, boss.
—Don't give me ideas —Giotto replied, raising an eyebrow.
He turned toward the feudal lord.
—Now then, Lord of Lomo… from now on, things will be done as I say. Until you pay for this attempted exploitation, your role will be to serve. Loyally.
The lord nodded, trembling like a child scolded by his father.
And that's how Giotto became the true ruler of the Land of Lomo.
He turned to a side door and called Haru and Takeshi—both of whom had matured quickly that year.
Although still a child, Takeshi had a ruthless side and a disturbing smile that made him the perfect reminder of Vongola's power.
At that moment...
A cheerful-looking boy with a mischievous gaze appeared in the hallway. Haru had a sweet voice and an innocent smile that hid his cruel side toward the family's enemies. Loyal, with a heroic heart, and the mind of a killer.
—Haru, take care of the country's lord —Giotto ordered—. Make him feel "comfortable" and keep him happy. Gently let