Reflection curves that not only intersected

Hiii, Mifune has been so sad lately *sigh*, I think it's because he hasn't had anyone to play with swords lately... Black Star has not grown up yet, and he has already dealt with the rest of the swordsmen. Eh... Precisely! If there are no worthy rivals for Mifune here, then somewhere else, there definitely is! Oh, how clever I am! *** — VROOOOY!! Damn Boss, instead of properly sorting out the documents and finally letting me go on vacation to hell, he dared to throw a glass with his damn whiskey! The Alcoholic Bastard! I have to wash it out of my hair now, he knows how much I hate it. And, shit, there's not even anyone to spar with to blow off steam... huh?.. What is #@&/$?!!! VROOY!!! — Oh, are you hurt? Well and good. Come on, come on, Mifune is waiting for us! Well, why are you dragging so hard!? — Where are you taking me, kid?! And what's happening to me?... — Let's go, let's go, let's go! Why are you lying down?.. Ah, how stupid I am, he needs to rest after going through the portal! — Hrrr... *** I think I was lucky this time! The person is even whole! Well, almost... The past ones did not survive and looked slightly... um, as if suddenly depressed?... Hmm.. He even reminds me of Mifune in some way: the same long and blond hair, sharp facial features, the body is also similar, though this one is more skinny and ... ugh, what does it stink so much!? Alcohol!?Disgusting-disgusting! Before I introduce you to Mifune, I need to clean you up! *** — Mifune, Mifune, I have found a good opponent for you! — Angela-are you hurt yourself? And who is this man? Did he try to kill you?! — Oh, no, he will be your partner, you really wanted to play with someone equal! And Angela found him! True, he is sleeping now after the transition, but after that you will definitely be able to play and Mifune will no longer walk sad! — Oh, Angela-sama... *** — VROOY! Pezzo di merda! What the fuck am I doing here?! — I apologize for the behavior of my mistress, she was concerned about my mood, which is why she moved you here to train with me. I also ask you to refrain from swearing next to my mistress, do not teach the child bad. Tell me where you live and I'll take you there. — Huh, sparring you say? Come on, sparring, this is the first time I've been kidnapped for such an event. I really need to beat the shit out of someone right now, and a good opponent is just right. Don't you carry such a large number of swords just for fun? — But... Your hand... — I'm not an invalid for you! Zanna di Squalo!! *** Damn, he predicts my every move, and why doesn't the flame act on him and I don't feel it from him?! Did a family with developments to hide the flame appear in the mafia arena? But his skills in controlling a lot of swords are worthy of respect, something he resembles Bel with his stilettos. Judging by its calm and sustained nature, it is most likely a very strong Cloud, but clearly not Rain. But why haven't I heard before about such a skilled swordsman able to compete with me for the title of Emperor of Swords? *** He's pretty fast, even faster than me, and his ability to instantly and unpredictably change sword styles is incredible! Where did he learn this, and why didn't I know him before?! Looking at his hand, we can assume that he is a weapon that exists without a master. Then this explains both his bad character and the possibility of the mistress somehow stealing him. Angela's idea-she completely succeeded. Am I.. happy? *** — Thank you for sparring, you are a great partner. Will you tell me your name? — Squalo Superby, Captain of the Varii Assassin Squad, Rain. I'm really surprised by the fact that my abductor doesn't know my name. And you...? — Mifune, the bodyguard of the witch Angela. And once again I apologize, my mistress only took care of me "Witches?" — Sorry for the indiscreet question, but.. you're an independent weapon, aren't you? Or is the lord unsuccessfully fused with a weapon? — LIE?! Witches are fictions, aren't they? And I'm an ordinary person with a flame. Mafiosi. —.... —..... -- ANGELA-SAMA!!!!/KID!!! *** —VROOY it's really the sun with a human face! I thought it was glitches! Your mother, it also laughs. I thought this was only possible with the help of Fog! — And don't you have such a sun? — We have a fucking ordinary ball of light, without any arrogant faces! What the fuck is going on in this fucking world?! — Don't you dare teach the mistress bad words! *** — Uh-uh, sorry, I didn't know you were from another world... Whimper-whimper. I will definitely return you, but the portal will work after a while, and in about two months. Until then, make yourself at home. — LIE DOWN!! Yes, how!... — You can speak lower, Mifune and I will not fall asleep from your voice, natural protection. "What do you mean, Angela-sama?! - That's what she has. And I won't even ask how she found out about the properties of my voice. Now let's go, show the neighborhood and places where you can practice. Move it! — Go-go Mifune! Have fun there. — Yes, Angela-sama. *** — Well, what a sucker, are you ready to be smeared on the wall?! — Even though you are a friend of Mifune, don't expect me to lose so easily! — Black Star, be careful, we don't know anything about it, we need to be careful. — You got me, it's time for the kids to go to bed! — I'll show you what a child I am! Tsubaki, let's show him my power! *** —Skualo, your clothes are a little frayed, so I can offer you mine. — Yes I am!.. —...And we didn't walk like that, but you should still change your clothes, you don't want others to think of us as inhospitable hosts, do you? —... — Otherwise, Angela will get upset herself. — Hmm, I'm not doing this for a baby. — Of course, of course. *** — Symmetry! I only need symmetry from you! Right, put your hand behind your back, and pull the blade of grass out of your mouth! Left, stand still, I'll just comb your hair. Close your eyes, they are different colors! Right, why do you have shorter hair than the left one?! Witch, increase the length of his hair by twenty-three centimeters and six millimeters. And lightened. All... Symmetry... "I don't want to be around that crazy foggy anymore. Why are we listening to him at all? — He is the son of Shinigami, the god of death. — I see. There is no reason. We're leaving. — Hey, where are you going! Wait! Don't you dare leave! — Kid-sama, come on, we're going to start lessons now, you don't want to upset Shinigami-sama, do you? — Symmetry...Father...Symmetry... Lessons.... Bang! — Sister!!! Why did you hit him? — I just made a choice for him, Nya! I'm grabbing the legs, and you're grabbing the hands! *** — H-his s-soul... — Maka, why are you stuttering so much, speak normally! And who do you mean? — The man we saw this morning, in front of the school, together with the Kid and the samurai. His soul... she's weird. And scary. "What exactly did you see?" Why do I have to get every word out of you! Pck!.. — Baka! I'm trying to collect my thoughts here, but he!.. — Well, get ready quickly or something! There's no need to swing your fists. —... —... —...She's on the same level as Frankenstein's teacher. However, it's like... Covered with dark red rust, and inside... rain. — Rain? Are you kidding? A rain shower? And even double-layered? Utter nonsense! — Shut up, you idiot! I'm saying what I saw! It was an unusual rain. This is rain, which with its drops like blades could hit everything in the neighborhood. To make the soul of this person bathe in blood again and again, so as not to let it completely dry up. I wouldn't want to meet him again. Next to him, it smells like dead meat. *** Meanwhile, in another world, Bermuda's deputy and closest friend, Jagger, sneezed, who, not long before the disappearance of Superbia Squalo, met with him before discussing further mutually beneficial cooperation. Somewhere out there, Varia's gloomy boss was glaring at another pile of documents, at the very top of which was a notice of the vacation of his captain of the Rain squad. Sawada Tsunayoshi, on the other hand, under the ringing of intuition asking to pay attention to something, walked along with his now wife Miura Haru in the park and enjoyed life. None of them suspected about the imminent panic that is formed when the tenth keeper of the Fog of Vongola, one of the strongest Fogs of the current generation, is lying unconscious in the corridor of the residence of the royal mafia family, injured in an attack by an unknown killer.