The brunette calmly stared down at the chaos from his vantage point in the rafters. If you were very observant, however, you could see just the tiniest twinkle of sadness.

He sat down, his legs dangling, watching what he had created. An Eastern European president's wife, pulling the strings of her husband to get just what she wanted. The hitman paid a local gangster to shoot blanks while the President was giving his speech.

Using the same gun, he fired from above the mess that had erupted, precisely at the right time, and embedded lead in the wife's body.

The mafia hotshots were also invited to show he meant good to all social classes, or something, and it complicated some things.

Vongola immediately jumped in, trying to stop the crazed SP and bodyguards from shooting anyone.

Even the family's heir, the Decimo, Ieyasu Sawada was present. Probably to get used to this sort of thing. His tutor, the World's Greatest Hitman Reborn, was close by him.

The brunette hitman was awed by how skilled and experienced he was. Looking up to scan the rafters immediately. It was a little surprising, though, that he didn't find him.

Well, he'd been doing this all his life; he had to learn how to hide.

He's already 28, and all he's ever notably done is kill people. Kind of depressing, but in it's own right, impressive. He hadn't gotten a reputation, going only by 27 with no real description haunting the streets. All his clients were private as well.

Although it was a little strange how someone with his, Tokugawa Tsunayoshi's, skill, precision, and experience was still unknown, he could only thank his lucky stars. The hitman could go out for a normal walk and people wouldn't stare at him and or scream.

The Ieyasu kid isn't too bad, he noticed, but he still had a ways to go. To Tsunayoshi's, or Tsuna's, knowledge, the heir's only been in training for a little over a year, but has made quite the impact.

He is known as Primo's true heir,

After finally hearing the heavy footsteps pass his exit, he gave one last look to the frowning raven far below him, and left.

That one was still a bit too prideful.