Tsuna gulped as he lay flat on his stomach, tawny eyes peering over the edge of the gushing waterfall at Hevia. His skinny body quivered violently in a pair of bright orange swimming trunks as he eyed with horror the torrent falling down the edge of the cliff, situated about a hundred or so feet in the air, water streaming through cracks in the rock. To make things worse, the weather was chilly and strong gusts of wind blew against clammy skin, causing goose bumps to arise on almost every surface of his body.
It was as if Rinato (or Reborn, he was beginning to suspect), had specifically chosen this particular day for this session’s training. Knowing his tutor, he probably had, just to spite him. Or strengthen him, whatever.
For some reason or another, the hitman hadn’t bothered to accompany him to Hevia, choosing instead to stay back with the excuse of ‘having a few errands to run.’ Tsuna had no idea what those errands were, and wasn’t eager in the slightest to find out.
‘M-Maybe—maybe I should just go back now… Rinato-san isn’t here, he won’t find out I never actually dived, right?’ he thought hopefully. Poor, naive boy.
A nasty image of the raven-haired man formed itself in Tsuna’s mind, a cocked gun in hand and an evil smirk on his face that threatened something much worse than anything death could ever offer. ‘You wanna bet on that, Dame Tsuna?’
Alright, which was worse, diving from a hundred feet in the air or facing his demonic Spartan tutor’s wrath?
Talk about being stuck between a rock and a hard place.
Forcing his jelly legs to stand and actually uphold his body was a difficult feat, but he’d somehow gotten it done. They didn’t stop shaking, though, even as he got into a diving position, feet spread apart, head bowed, hands together and pointing downwards.
His eyes remained shut and he refused to open them—maybe that would make the experience less scary, somehow?
‘On three.’ He swallowed thickly, adjusting his stance. ‘One.’ Don’t worry, don’t worry, you’re not actually diving ten stories in the air, of course not. ‘Two.’ A smiling picture of his beloved Kyoko-chan flashed in his mind, complete with a hefty amount of pink, sparkles and flowers in the background. Come to think of it, he’d never had the chance to tell her he loved her… ‘Three.’ This was it. Goodbye, world, thanks for nothing—
A sudden noise startled him and the brunette lost his footing, before also losing his balance and tumbling off the edge of the cliff, arms flailing in the air.
‘HIIIIIEEEEEEEE! I’M REALLY GONNA DIE!’ Where was Reborn when you needed him?!
Luckily, he managed to just barely grasp the ledge of the cliff with both hands. His body dangled precariously, swaying at the intense pressure of the cascading water.
’S-SOMEONE HELP MEEEEEEE!’
Why was it that he always got himself into these sort of situations?