.Stronger.They've grown up, he thinks, as he watches from the sideline of a battle. One of many they've had, and certainly not their last. There's blood running down his chin, a mistake that will scar over in the coming weeks. But what hasn't killed him will only make him stronger.The same goes for the family.With each push, they get faster. Each scar, harder. Every time they're knocked down, better. Soon no one will be able to catch up, not even these men in black or white. Millefiore had nothing on them, Yamamoto knew. There was no passion in the eyes of those they fight.No trust.Only fear.They fought for a leader they'd probably never met. That they'd probably never had to stand by, laugh with, fight beside, or look up to. Because Byakuran was not Tsuna. And maybe, maybe he knew that if he let Tsuna live, Vongola would be the ones standing over him. It would explain why he wanted them dead. Once before, he'd almost gotten them. Once before, Tsuna had not seen past the age of twenty-two.