Chapter 6

Isago carried his own bags, coffee machine in the right hand and a whole cake from one of the most popular sweet shops in the middle of the shopping market, in the left. There was no doubt that the cakes there were good. There was an increasingly long line outside the shop everytime Isago passed by, portraying exactly how well the cakes were made.

Don't get Isago wrong, he knew fully on how to bake and create a tripled layered cake with icings and everything from his past life's passion, but this cake shop in particular was nothing like he had ever tasted. It was so divine, that even the strawberries on top of the cream were sweet. Not sour or bland. Sweet.

And that was extremely important.

Isago hummed, although retaining his perfect poker face and humming twinkle twinkle little star, inside he was already drooling over the strawberry mango shortcake and the extra cheesecake that he ordered with his own money. He was passing a few stalls before someone caught his eye. Literally, catching his eye by throwing a ball in the direction of his bags.

"My cake!" Isago yelped, thrusting his hands out of the way before sidestepping to the left and avoiding the ball just in case. He sighed, checking both his bags, the coffee machine then the sweets before rolling his eyes to the ball that fell near his feet.

"Ah, sorry, sorry! That was my fault! Are you alright-Isago?"

Isago's eyes glanced back at the owner of the ball, staring directly at one of the main casts of Katekyo Hitman Reborn.

"Yamamoto Takeshi," Isago blinked slowly, greeting him straight after. Takeshi instantly apologized and startled Isago, bowing a complete 90 degree before Isago told him that it was no big deal.

"Are you practicing for your upcoming baseball match?" Isago shifted his bags in his hand, noting that he was not in a hurry.

"Yeah!" Takeshi beamed, picking up the ball from the ground. His hands gripped the ball tensely, then rolled it around in his hand. His large brown eyes were shining when he was talking about baseball, showing off his muscles before his dad called him from the sushi restaurant.

"I have to go, but tell Tsuna that it was fun seeing him go full out during gym class!" Takeshi waved, grinning widely before turning his heels and rushing back into his dad's restaurant.

Isago's eyes narrowed slightly at the character, memories vague about how Takeshi was recruited into Tsuna's mafia family. Though Takeshi was one of the most calming members of Tsuna's family, after the 13 years that Isago had stayed in this world, his memories of unimportant backstories were starting to fade.

Of course Isago remembered the main plot points of the anime, but the daily arc was more or less a gathering of the guardians and other boring stuff about backstories of characters. Something told Isago that Takeshi's backstory was important though, as if something was about to happen to him.

But what could it be? It's not like the Mukuro timeline would come anytime soon. That would be the start of the actual battles and life threatening flames that were going to be thrusted under Tsuna's neck. Isago ignored the tingling warning in his chest, placing it aside to think about it carefully after he went home.

'I didn't think the gathering of the guardians were important,' Isago thought as he made his way home, sun setting behind him. 'The crucial ones that I remembered are Gokudera and Mukuro's stories. After that, Lambo's arrival would be a daily occurrence.'

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Isago Sawada.

Wasn't that his classmate's brother?

Takeshi pondered a bit more, remembering that Tsunayoshi Sawada was his classmate. Compared to Isago though, his classmate seemed more like an interesting one. Takeshi carried the boxes that his father wanted into the restaurant, grinning slightly as he thought of the boy.

"They both seem interesting!"

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"Thank you Isago!" Nana pecked Isago on the cheek as he came in just in time for dinner, setting up the coffee machine and showing the dessert that he had bought for his family.

"I thought since it's the second day of Reborn's arrival, we should celebrate," Isago's eyes turned to Reborn who was cutely munching on his slice of cake, cheeks puffed up as he ate. "Hopefully it's to your taste, Reborn."

"I prefer coffee or Napoleon, but this will do," Reborn muffled, sipping on his coffee elegantly before taking another bite of his cake. Isago tilted his head, wondering where Tsuna was. Normally his older brother would be downstairs and eating with them by this time.

"Tsuna?" Isago asked simply as Reborn smirked, Leon on his shoulder flicking its tongue at the stairs and Isago instantly got the message.

"He's been moping upstairs since Sasagawa rejected him in public," Reborn said with amusement. "For the future Vongola leader to look like this after a simple rejection..."

Reborn gave out a humorly sigh, instantly sneering at his student's state of patheticness. Isago also let out a small chuckle, shaking his head before plating two slices of cake onto the dish, grabbing a fork before going up the stairs to comfort his brother.

When Isago opened Tsuna's door, everything was dark. Tsuna had closed his blinds, closed his lights, and barricaded himself in his blankets. Nothing could be seen except for the lump on his bed which was his dear brother himself. The good thing was that this had happened in the past when Tsuna lost his first race in public, locking himself in his room. After that, Isago had proposed to mom that they couldn't put a lock on Tsuna's room or else his older brother would just become a future shut-in.

"Tsuna?" Isago called once.

When he heard nothing, Isago sighed, flickering on the lights as the lump on the bed hissed, moving into the deep corners of the wall. Isago quietly placed the cake on Tsuna's study desk, observing the mess his brother had created. Countless clothes were thrown everywhere, especially his uniform that was thrown like a dirty rag on the floor.

Isago was surprised that Tsuna was able to get a duplicate uniform when the uniforms in Namimori cost a fortune.

"Tsuna, you can't mope here forever," Isago walked to Tsuna's bed, plopping down and leaning back onto the ball of blanket. He felt Tsuna stiffen underneath him, then crawled back into the corners of the wall even more.

"Go away!" Tsuna's muffled voice moved along with his blanket. "You probably think I'm a disappointment like they do, right?!"

"Tsuna."

"Everyone hates me! Mom thinks I'm hopeless, dad sent a baby to teach me life, and now even Kyoko-chan thinks I'm a pervert!

"Tsuna."

"Why is my life like this?! I only wanted to keep quiet and look at her from afar! But now that bullet made me-"

"TSUNA!"

Isago yanked the blankets off of his brother, throwing the covers into the air before cupping his brother's cheeks to force Tsuna to look at Isago's eyes. The blanket fluttered onto the ground as Tsuna's red and moist eyes made Isago feel guilty for not stopping Reborn from forcing Tsuna to confess in public. Not that it would have made any difference though.

"Listen, I don't care about what other people think you are," Isago's eyes narrowed with hostility, growling out his words. "If they think you're stupid, then that's their own moronic thought."

"But you-" Isago said, squeezing Tsuna's cheeks tighter. "But you have to know that your brother accepts you for who you are."

Tsuna's eyes widened slightly, frozen.

"I'll accept you even if you are a loser-and I'm not saying that you are, you are so talented that you don't even know yourself!"

Isago's eyes were intense, rendering Tsuna breathless as his cheeks flushed from his younger brother's words. Isago meant every word he said. Tsuna was already a dear brother to him no matter what. They had been together for 13 years, although Isago wasn't too keen on the fact that Tsuna might surpass him in the future. Isago had already made his mind up about his whole career in the future the moment Reborn came into the house and announced Tsuna as the future Vongola boss.

It didn't matter if Tsuna surpassed him.

If his brother surpassed him, then Isago would push himself to break his own limits and advance to a place where he was untouchable. Isago didn't need any backhanded methods to let his brother wander by himself-no, Isago decided that if someone was better than him, then he'd just strive to be better than them.

The day Reborn had announced the position, Isago knew that everything was going according to plan no matter his existence. Then he would just change it. He would just have to do better so that on one could think of him in any other way.

"Tsuna, I will accept everything you throw at me," Isago said. "I don't care if you are a mafia boss, a drug dealer, gay- I'll take everything."

"I won't become a drug dealer, Isago!" Tsuna squeaked as Isago raised his eyebrow.

"So you don't mind the other two?"

Tsuna's face heated into a darker shade of red, sputtering.

"I'm not the other two either!"

"Whatever you say, brother," Isago leaned back, letting Tsuna's hot face go with a smirk. "About Kyoko, don't worry too much about it."

The blush on Tsuna's face disappeared, slipping away the moment Isago mentioned the name of the girl. Honestly, it only made sense because Isago was currently in an anime. In the world he was from, it was almost impossible to change the color on someone's expression so quickly. Isago's smirk deepened.

"Look, Tsuna, Kyoko isn't disgusted by you, rather, she finds you interesting. She even said it herself, that she wants to be friends with you."

"But she said that because she was trying to reject me nicely!"

Isago rolled his eyes, although not commenting on how Tsuna just accepted the fact that Isago knew everything that happened in that gym class of his. Tsuna had probably thought that the story was told to Isago by Reborn or someone from school. Tsuna's body fell limp, shrinking back into his small ball, but this time, he didn't go back into his blankets.

"Confessing is a tactic, Tsuna," Isago said, watching Tsuna's every move like a hawk. Tsuna's face lifted a bit, eyes welling with tears as he rocked back and forth, twiddling his fingers in front of his pulled up knees.

"You should actually thank Reborn for making Kyoko notice you, maybe it wasn't the best first impression, but she definitely knows that you're interested in her now."

"Real...ly?"

"Yeah," Isago nodded. "Listen, be more ambitious, at least with Kyoko. You went from a nobody to a person who admires her in a single day. That's a feat to applaud, not to complain about. Not to mention, you can take advantage of how she suggested you be friends with her to get closer with her, and then woo her."

"Ragazzo's right, loser Tsuna. Get your act together and strike when the iron's hot."

Reborn's voice echoed throughout the room like a broadcast announcement. Tsuna yelped, throwing his head everywhere to spot the tutor in his room. Reborn though, popped his pajama hat out of Tsuna's blankets, successfully making Tsuna scream bloody murder and falling off the bed in milliseconds. Reborn dug out of the blankets, standing proudly in his banana blue PJs and held Leon as a plushie. Leon's eyes blinked back in that form, staring at Tsuna.

"Well, now that Reborn's here, I'll move out," Isago sighed, rubbing his temples from fatigue. He stood up by pushing his hands on his legs before walking to the door and feeling Reborn's sharp gaze bore into the back of his head.

"Not going to join us for a math lesson, Ragazzo?"

"I'm not questioning your skills, Reborn," Isago turned his head back slightly, lazy amusement dancing in his eyes. "But I'm already ahead of the curriculum, not to mention I still have my job as class leader to do."

Waving, Isago left Tsuna's room after reminding Tsuna to eat the cake that he had brought upstairs. There was something with Reborn's gaze that he wanted to avoid just for today. It was most likely about the words Isago had told Hibari when Isago threw Reborn at him.

The so-called disease.

Sure, Reborn could take it as a coincidence, or perhaps the hyper intuition that Isago basically hinted to Reborn that his powers were stronger than Tsuna's. Closing the door in his room, Isago faced the cold and dark room of his, studying the patterns of moonlight that slipped through his unclosed windows.

Compared to Tsuna's room, Isago's was facing the west which gave him a perfect glimpse of the moon every time he was about to sleep. His room was ice cold while Tsuna's was warm like his brother's personality. It was 7 pm at night, just in time for the stars to start glimmering their radiance in the dark night sky, painting their glow in history.

Sighing, Isago loosened his tie from his collar, slipping the tie off his neck and flinging it across the room. Yes, even if he decided to become better than Tsuna in the future, it was apparent how much Tsuna had lacked compared to Isago. Why was Isago not the selected successor?

Isago's golden eyes swished through his room, making sure that Reborn wouldn't make any grand or sneaky entrance before pacing towards his window and leaning on it. The coldness of the panel sent chills down Isago's spine as he glanced outwards, staring at the cloudy sky.

Vongola ninth must have seen his profile. Everything about Isago should have screamed 'natural leader' in his report. His grades, charisma, techniques, ways of analyzing all situations...everything about him screamed alpha.

So why was he not mentioned at least as a candidate? Yes, it could have been the ninth wanting to protect the relationship between the two brothers-Isago had thought of it before, but the more he thought of it, the more he was confused. If the ninth really didn't want any conflict and wanted the best successor, then instead of naming Tsuna, the weakling who lacked everything as a leader, why didn't he just choose Isago instead?

Tsuna wasn't even the type to want to be a successor.

It wasn't like Isago bore any malicious thoughts to his own brother. Aside from wanting the succession, Isago had promised himself that he would take care of Tsuna, grooming him into the best person his brother could become. And it wasn't like Isago was evil or would do something that would harm the Vongola family in the end, because if that were the case, then why would Timoteo have invited him to the Italian headquarters?

Was it something else about himself then? Something that Isago was lacking?

Isago narrowed his eyes at the sky, threading his hand into his hair before pulling out the hair tie that held his semi short hair together. The strands fell all the way beneath his years. The hair had been a habit, a symbol that portrayed his sex in the past. But that didn't matter anymore.

There was no need to hold onto his regrets in his past now. He was Isago, not that weak girl who fought but gave up halfway. Not that girl who spent her life watching other protagonists pave their way from scratch and make themselves a legend.

It was time to accept his failure, and remember it.

Isago Sawada. The man who would become a leader.

Tomorrow morning he had to work with Reborn.

"Maybe it's time for me to learn some Italian," Isago mused at his own words, sharp eyes flickering back and forth towards his bed then at the hair tie before changing into a more comfortable pair of clothes, specifically a black hoodie and sweatpants. Isago also took a black hat from his closet. Grabbing his wallet from his desk, Isago headed out.

"Isago? Where are you going?" Nana walked out of the kitchen, wiping her wet hands onto her towel. Her brown eyes were filled with curiosity, but didn't have anything that Isago deemed she would refuse his leave this late at night.

"Heading out to the barber's shop, mom," Isago lifted his head and gave her a soft smile. "I want to cut my hair."

"Okay! Make sure to call if you need me!" Mom smiled sweetly, bidding her son at the door.

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"Yes, make it silver," Isago passed the hair style pamphlet back to the hairdresser who was smiling at his choices. Minutes after, the process began, snipping away his hair and doing a buzz cut from the bottom.

Isago had chosen the same hairstyle that resembled Kankei's white and bleached hair from Tokyo Ghoul. At first Isago had thought of wanting to do something more down to earth, retaining his japanese heritage at least from the hair color.

But why the hell would he play it safe? This was now his life, not to mention with the eyes that he had, he already looked like a foreigner. Isago always wanted to stand out, not in the crowd anymore. With the lack of dress code in Namimori middle school, his hair didn't go against the rules either.

Initially he wanted to choose white, but it resembled Byakuran too much, not to mention with his golden eyes, white made him seem a bit too pale. Which was why he went with silver.

'I really am starting to look like an anime fighter,' Isago inwardly smirked, watching pieces and pieces of his hair fall to the side.

When the hair style was done, Isago's eyes widened.

"Holy shit," he murmured, watching his reflection move. He looked like a stronger version of Shiro from K project. It wasn't his intention, but he did look like him. His sharp jawline contrasted his soft features that genetically inherited from Nana. His father's golden eyes shimmered back in the mirror, making him look like an angel. No, to be precise, it made him look like a shrine boy. A heavenly shrine boy.

It wasn't the cold angel like Byakuran, but a dreamy kind that was able to either show you the best sides of the world...or hell with a smile. The hair made him look sensual, his strands skipping slightly as he stood up, paying for the service.

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"...Ragazzo," Reborn greeted, actually being surprised by the sudden change of hair from Isago. He nodded, suddenly amused before jumping onto Isago's shoulder as they walked out of the house early in the morning.

"Where to, Reborn?"

"Straight."

Isago obeyed, breaking into a slight jog without a single complaint. Reborn's eyes glanced at his student, narrowing them slightly before blinking away any questions that were starting to resurface on his face.

"Reborn, I want to learn Italian," Isago said as wind blew on their necks.

"Planning to use it in the future, Ragazzo?" Reborn turned slightly to the left, tapping Isago on the shoulder to change directions. Isago responded by slightly nodding, asking if it was possible.

"Ciao, mi chiamo," Reborn stated simply. "Hello, my name is."

Isago repeated after Reborn diligently as Reborn's ears slightly twitched.

"Your pronunciation is good, have you practiced other languages before?"

"No, except English," Isago answered his tutor, staying quiet about the fact that he actually came into contact with a few French classes in his past life. It was true, aside from Japanese, his English was probably as good as the native speakers despite not speaking the tongue for over 13 years already.

But Isago's mind functioned on English. Everything he said in his mind went through English first before coming out in Japanese.

"Talented," Reborn piped, smiling a bit before tapping Isago on the shoulder to change direction again. They were now moving onto the highway, the mountains were far ahead of Isago, and that was probably where Reborn had planned on taking him to begin with.

"[How far have you gotten with English?]" Reborn said, switching his own language to English.

"[Quite far, as you can tell from my pronunciation, I can probably blend in well with the locals.]"

"[Impressive,]" Reborn commented, nodding slightly. "[From now on, our Italian classes will be in English.]"

"[Understood, Reborn.]"

"[Heh, boy, you seem more like my subordinate rather than a student.]" Reborn's eyes wandered to the tall mountains that they were heading up to, his small hands playing with his side curls.

"[I'd be honoured to be the subordinate of the greatest hitman alive,]" Isago chuckled, feeling his breath start to change into a more rapid one. Reborn beside him only smirked.

"[Saluto. Goodbye. Piacere di conoscerla, nice to meet you.]"

And Reborn's lessons went on, teaching Isago the basic greetings in Italian then placing him into a conversation. By the time that they had reached the mountain's entrance, Isago had already memorized most of the words that Reborn had taught him. He kept replaying the words in his mind, sharpening his attention then snapping it back when he was practicing the words on his own to save energy to produce a better concentration while he was running.

It was a technique that he had learned from perfecting his own studies in this world. Sure, Isago was already ahead of his peers, but that was not enough. Isago wanted his own work to be perfect, so he started from scratch. When his peers finished a page of homework, he went to his mom and asked her to buy him a math workbook.

Within three days, he had finished 300 pages of math. Three days were too slow for Isago, so he also did it while writing with his left hand. Multitasking was another thing that he was already quite good at but advanced his skills in it after being reborn. History came the same. Instead of only reading and vomiting out some of the pages of information, Isago actually tried to memorize the whole thing.

Isago knew that he probably sounded extremely haughty right now. He wasn't trying to be like that, only that pushing himself to be the best he could be made him thrive.

He was running purely on his regrets for his past life. Everyday before bed he would chant the multiplication table on streak. Even now, it had already been 10 years since he started the habit. His regrets pushed him on, constantly reminding him that he was never good enough.

He was nowhere good enough until he stood on top of the world.

"Ragazzo, what do you think about Shakesphere's Macbeth?" Reborn questioned as he handed Isago Leon in the form of a blindfold. Curious, Isago took it, carefully tying it onto his head as his senses instantly felt heightened, suddenly a bit terrified of the wind.

"It's one of my favourites," Isago said. "But I didn't like how Macbeth fell because of his own ambitions."

"Amusing, is it not?" Reborn's voice echoed around Isago. A shiver crawled on his arms as Isago felt Reborn's weight leave his body. Something ominous shook into Isago's core though he didn't show it on his face, only clamping his mouth shut.

"Ambition is always written as the downfall of people."

"But I think it depends on the person, Reborn. If one can control their desires and know when to pull back, they will use ambition to reach unbelievable heights."

Isago felt something blow against his back, instantly turning around but felt nothing there. It was scary, almost worrisome.

"I've called your school and notified them of your absence for a week," Reborn said, blinking at his student who was paleing by the second. In front of him, Isago was twisting and turning, trying to locate where Reborn was. The trees above them roared, scaring Isago for a quick moment. Reborn could see the legs of his student trembling while being stuck in the darkness.

"Find your way to the top of the mountain and hit the bell. Failure is not an option if you want to live."

With that, Reborn slowly walked to the direction where they came from, his mafia hat creating a shade that covered his eyes. Isago panicked, yelling for Reborn. When nothing came back into his ears, Isago's hand flew towards the back of his blindfold, only to feel the knot on it being tightened.

"Leon," Isago's lips trembled, suddenly feeling the threat of his life right under his neck. It was scary. Really scary to lose his sense of sight. "Leon, please-please loosen just for a minute- I need to process things."

But nothing came back from Leon, only a slight lick was felt on his forehead as cold blood rushed through his legs, sweat starting to accumulate on the back of his neck. The moment his mind flew to his neck, he shuddered, the dizziness surfacing before he took a step forward, instantly ducking down because he thought something was in front of him.

"Fuck-" Isago started to hyperventalte. The thing about this blindfold was that he couldn't even cheat. It was completely dark without a single shape of a silhouette.

"Did he-" Isago wanted to cry, choking before he felt his own tears starting to leak down his cheeks. "Did he seriously just throw me onto a mountain for a whole entire... week?"

Disbelief.

That was what Isago was feeling right now.

"I have to live," Isago said shakily, trying to scrape together his common sense.

"I can survive on grass and tree bark if it's only for a week," his breath was cold, ice cold as he stepped forwards, kneeling down to feel the grass beneath his feet. Nuts and berries were completely out of the question, since who knew if it was poisonous or not.

Everything was so dark that it was scary. Images of poisonous snakes and spiders crashed into his mind as he fell down, sobbing into his hands.

"Don't leave me here," he gasped, trying to pull himself together. Everything started to crumble beneath his feet as he tried pushing himself off the ground, but he only fell down because his legs were too weak.

"I'm scared- I'm scared-"

Isago was scared of spiders taken from his fears as a girl from his past life. Being left alone in the mountains also meant bears, bugs, and potentially poisonous critters that could crawl up into his clothes when he was sleeping. By only the thought of that, Isago wanted to scream in frustration.

It was dangerous.

Something in his mind snapped back like a rubber band, sharpening his thoughts.

"Okay, okay-" he breathed with his hands extended out to feel anything, going into his boxed formation. Isago knew for a fact that Reborn was not joking with him. In the anime, Reborn had pushed Tsuna into many life and death threatening situations just for Tsuna's growth. But mostly, Reborn was there with Tsuna, or at least surveillancing him from the side.

But Isago knew that Reborn had left him completely alone in this mountain. Why? Because there was Tsuna. There was only one Reborn, and Reborn needed to follow Tsuna and keep the future Vongola boss safe.

"Why?" He uttered out, hatred coming from his twitching mouth. "Why does he always get his life on a silver platter?! I worked so hard for it-so why?!"

Isago was not a genius.

No, you could even say that he was nothing more than average.

But he endured.

He exercised when his limbs were shaking from place to place. He practiced his presentation skills and did everything to please the people around him. He learned how to have his bottom line. He learned how to deal with all sorts of people while twisting his own words to make them happy. He ignored his own pain and tears for the sake of his future.

But Tsuna...

Tsuna didn't even want the position.

"So why the hell did Tsuna get everything?! Friends, a family, a career, a position that people would kill for?!"

His brother of his had never even tried to live his life to the fullest. If his brother tried, he would not be the loser Tsuna or have a ghost presence. Yes, Tsuna was most likely scared of confrontation-but so was everyone else in this damn world.

Even when they were both students of Reborn, Reborn still prioritized Tsuna over Isago no matter how hard he tried. Reborn had basically threatened Isago that if he made any suspicious movements to Tsuna, Reborn would kill Isago on the spot.

When Tsuna slept, Isago trained.

When Tsuna played games, Isago studied.

When Tsuna whined, Isago held it in and pushed on.

So why was it so unfair?

Why?

"No," Isago heaved, separating imagination from reality. "I will live."

"And I will use my own power to bring everyone I want to me."

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There were a couple of things that Isago needed to set straight if he wanted to survive. On average, it would take a whole day to go from the base of the mountain to the top if there was a trail. The mountain that Reborn had brought Isago had a trail at the entrance, which slowly paved into two roads that Isago couldn't find because Reborn had purposefully led him off the trail.

Without a trail, it would take three days to make it to the top since all you had to do was to follow the slope of the mountain. But that was under the condition of having all your senses intact. Being blindfolded made the task almost impossible. But not exactly impossible for a character from an anime.

Isago patted the dirt, feeling the grass under his hand as he tried to search for a tall enough branch that was at least half his height. There were twigs, dirt, and rock. Minutes passed as he crawled on the ground like a toddler, trying to search for the perfect sized supporter.

He had come over a couple of branches, but they were either too thick or too skinny. He needed a staff strong enough that could act as a weapon, and most of all, be used to support his weight while climbing and tapping for the upcoming road. Isago finally felt one, it's sharp edges tearing some of his skin as he felt the cut burn with dirt. He winced, wiping his hand on his pants before slowly touching the size of the staff, deeming it worthy of being his partner for the next few days.

Next, Isago had to find exactly which way was up the mountain. Placing his full body on the ground, he felt the small incline of the mountain. Alright, Isago was lucky enough to be going in the correct direction. Food was not a problem since humans were able to survive on dirt. Although it wasn't a good option, it was an option if he was desperate enough. For now, Isago decided that he would thrive off of grass.

What was important though, was water. Humans couldn't survive 4 days without water, and with constant moving, Isago knew that he would probably only last two days max. Good thing this was the mountain, so that meant that there were streams or waterfalls. If his luck was good, then he prayed for it to rain tomorrow.

Isago was not an avid checker of the weather forecast even though he had a phone, but he was pretty sure, when checking today's weather for preparing for his training with Reborn that it was a dry day.

Another thing that Isago had to take into account was the problem that humans couldn't walk straight when being blindfolded. In his past life, his English teacher had given them a research project to do, and that project dealt with the problem of not being able to walk straight without sight.

That was a really big problem.

Sitting on the base of the mountain, Isago waited for his cut to dry out as he thought of a situation. It was safe enough to assume that Isago wouldn't fall down a cliff with his staff in hand. He would be tapping and listening to the sounds. But the question was how the hell would he be able to walk straight?

"Think, Isago. Think," he murmured, trying to rummage through both his current memories and past memories for any clues. Nothing came up though. Trees. The incline. That was all he had.

As long as he made sure that he was still heading upwards, it should be fine.

Isago got up, hearing the sounds of rustling leaves before swallowing thickly, starting to tap his stick on the ground as he paced forwards.

Slowly, but steadily.