"Bleh." That was my word. I used it for almost anything.

So, Reborn wasn't surprised when I said that to show dislike of his request.

I stopped working for a second to look at the infant standing on the extra stool. He looked to be around one years old, had a black with an orange strip fedora covering his gravity-defying hair (It is! His sideburns are curled out! Come on!), and a green chameleon resting on the rim. He wore a black suit, and a yellow pacifier hanging around his neck. His big black eyes stared.

"You have to train another one? Really, Reborn," I went back to working on my project, screwing a screw in place, "when are you going to stop dragging me around the world with you? I went with you to the Cavallone; fixed EVERYTHING that broke there, too! That boy is so clumsy.

"Now you want to drag me to Japan? You know, I'm busy, too. I have inventions that need some work, and items that need to be sold-"

"Sorry for dragging you around, but I need you for this. We're training Vongola X, after all," Reborn said.

I paused.

"Vongola… huh."