The Sky That Fell to Orario

[Nephthys8079]

The sky cracked open above Namimori, and Tsunayoshi Sawada fell through.

He did not scream.
He did not flail.
He simply fell, X-Gloves blazing, the Vongola Sky Ring burning white-hot against his chest, Natsu's roar echoing in his ears like a lion cub's last goodbye.

Then the world shifted.

The blue sky of Namimori bled into the vast, merciless blue of Orario. The fall ended not in asphalt but in the shadow of Babel Tower, on the cracked cobblestones of a back alley behind Daedalus Street.

Impact.

The air shattered around him. A shockwave of Sky Flame rippled outward, vaporizing a stack of crates into ash and glass. The ground spider-webbed. Dust rose like a funeral shroud.

Tsuna rose slowly, knees trembling. His uniform—once pristine—was scorched at the edges, but intact. The X-Gloves Version Vongola Ring hummed, Flames coiling like serpents ready to strike.

Still here, he thought. All of it.

Hyper Intuition flared.
Danger. Three. Behind.

He turned.

Three goblins—ugly, green, eyes like spoiled wine—burst from the shadows. Their clubs were splintered wood and rusted nails. They smelled of rot and the dungeon's breath.

Tsuna's lips parted. No words. Just a breath.

The first goblin lunged.

Tsuna stepped inside its reach. His palm pressed flat against its chest.

Zero Point Breakthrough: First Edition.

Ice bloomed. Not cold—absolute. The goblin froze mid-snarl, crystalline veins spreading from the point of contact. It shattered into a thousand glittering shards before it hit the ground.

The second goblin swung. Tsuna ducked, spun, and drove his fist into its gut.

Big Bang Axle.

The punch detonated. A sphere of compressed Sky Flame erupted, punching clean through the monster and out the other side. The goblin's body folded around the impact, then burst into ash and magic stone dust.

The third turned to flee.

An arrow—silver, precise, cold—took it through the eye. It dropped without a sound.

A girl stepped from the shadows. Silver hair. Red eyes. A bow that looked too large for her frame. She notched another arrow without blinking.

"Human," she said, voice like winter steel. "You burn without Falna. You freeze without magic. Explain."

Tsuna killed the Flames. The gloves dimmed to embers. He raised both hands.

"I'm… new here."

---

The Guild lobby smelled of ink, panic, and old blood.

Eina Tulle's quill hovered over the registration form like a guillotine.

"Tsunayoshi Sawada," she read aloud. "Age 24. No Familia. No Falna. And yet you vaporized three goblins with a punch that left a crater the size of a carriage and no residual mana signature." Her glasses caught the light. "The Guild has protocols, Mr. Sawada. Protocols that do not include unclassifiable anomalies in residential districts."

"It was self-defense," Tsuna said. His voice was calm. Hyper Dying Will Mode did that—stripped away the stammer, the fear, the Tsuna.

Eina sighed. The sound of a woman who had seen too many children with too much power and not enough sense.

"You need a god," she said. "Until then, you are a civilian. Civilians do not enter the dungeon. Civilians do not erase things. Understood?"

Tsuna nodded. The Vongola Sky Ring pulsed once—hungry.

---

The square outside Babel was a riot of divine voices.

Loki's children laughed too loud. Freya's stared too long. Ganesha's shouted I AM GANESHA! until the words lost meaning.

Tsuna drifted through the noise like a ghost. Hyper Intuition tugged him left, then right, then there—to a narrow side street where the crowd thinned and the air smelled of old stone and desperation.

A cracked bell tower leaned like a drunk. A hand-painted sign propped against crumbling brick:

HESTIA FAMILIA – NOW ACCEPTING MEMBERS (DESPERATELY)

The goddess beneath it was small. Twin black tails of hair. Eyes wide and ancient and *lonely*. She clutched the sign with both hands, knuckles white.

Tsuna's feet stopped. The intuition settled in his chest like a lion cub curling up to sleep.

Here.

Hestia looked up. Her eyes met his—orange, glowing faintly with Sky Flame.

Tsuna smiled. The same shy, lopsided smile he'd once given Reborn after the infant hitman called him "No-Good Tsuna."

"Hi," he said. "I'm Tsuna. I can light myself on fire, freeze my enemies, and punch holes through mountains. Want a member?"

The sign slipped from Hestia's fingers and clattered to the cobblestones.

---

The church was a ruin.

Moonlight filtered through holes in the roof and painted silver across the pews. Hestia locked the door with a rust-flecked key. Her hands shook—not from fear, but from the weight of hope.

"Shirt off," she said.

Tsuna obeyed. The Falna bloomed across his back like a supernova. Divine script *screamed* as it etched the Vongola crest into his soul—orange flames, lion's roar, the weight of ten generations.

Hestia's breath hitched.

"Hold still," she whispered. "This… this is going to hurt."

It did.

The update burned. Not like Flames—like judgment. Every battle, every death, every moment Tsuna had stood between his family and oblivion—it all poured into the Falna and came back *sharper*.

When it ended, Hestia's voice was small.

"Tsunayoshi Sawada," she read. "Level 1."

Strength: I 0
Endurance: I 0
Dexterity: I 0
Agility: I 0
Magic: I 0

Skills:
- Hyper Intuition: Instincts that border on prophecy. Sees through illusions. Predicts enemy movements.

- Dying Will Flame of Sky: Unclassifiable energy. Manifests as propulsion, petrification, consumption, and purification.

- Zero Point Breakthrough: First Edition: Seals enemy energy in absolute ice.

- Zero Point Breakthrough: Revised: Absorbs and converts enemy energy into user's power.
- X-Burner: Devastating blast of unclassifiable energy.
- Cambio Forma: Unidentified box weapon merge with gloves. Grants defensive cloak and enhanced strikes.
- Harmony: Assimilates with surroundings. Petrifies. Absorbs. Harmonizes.

Hestia stared at the parchment, trembling.

"Every stat… I 0," she whispered. "The Falna reset you to the absolute baseline. Yet you just did those things. The blessing doesn't measure what you already are. It only builds on top of it."

Tsuna flexed his fingers. The X-Gloves hummed, Sky Flames licking across the crests.

The power is still mine, he realized. The Falna didn't take it. It just… gave me a new floor to stand on.

Somewhere beneath Babel, the dungeon stirred. It had tasted Flame before—never like this.

---

The next morning, Bell Cranel would knock on the church door with a shy smile and a dream too big for his chest.

He would meet a man with orange eyes and gloves that burned without consuming.

And Orario would learn what happened when a Sky— The Vongola Decimo —chose to protect a goddess who had no one else.

But that was tomorrow.

Tonight, Tsunayoshi Sawada slept on a couch older than most nations, Natsu curled on his chest like a cub, Flames flickering in his dreams like a hearth that refused to die.

The dungeon waited.

So did the world.