Welcome to the Mafia, Kuroko Tetsuya!!!

Chapter 5

"Left. Right. Kick. Duck" Kuroko mutters, his movements echoing his words as he evades Tsuna's hits, the younger brunet's movements quick and precise. The afternoon sun beams down on them, causing sweat to dribble down their faces and backs as they panted. Small rocks and soil prodded at their bare feet, their soles dirty and painful from the often sharp pieces. Purple and red bruises decorated their limbs, more Kuroko then Tsuna, revealed by the tank tops and shorts they were wearing. Kuroko swings a hook at the younger male, effectively hitting Tsuna on the jaw before the latter crouches down and delivers a round house kick, causing Kuroko to fall on his back with a loud thud. Tsuna stands up again and screeches, walking over to his friend frantically as Kuroko groaned, pushing himself up with his elbow as a hand rubbed his aching shoulder.

"Hiee!!! Im sorry, Tetsuya-kun! I should have shown more restraint!" Tsuna exclaims, extending his hand out to help his friend up.

"No it's fine, Tsunayoshi-kun. That's kind of a complement in my part" Kuroko responds, bringing his legs underneath him and holding onto Tsuna's outstretched hand, their combined efforts bringing Kuroko to his feet.

"How?" Tsuna asks, getting into fighting stance again with his fists positioned near his chest and his legs spread apart, genuine curiosity playing on his tone. On normal basis the weaker side would just crumble in humiliation but the here is Kuroko being all noble.

"The fact that you, an experienced fighter, had to put more effort onto training a noob is already showing my improvement" Kuroko answers, also positioning himself the same way as Tsuna.

"That makes sense but you don't have to be kicked to be reminded of your improvement. You're doing very well as is. It's been 4 days and you're already average in hand to hand combat and shooting" Tsuna continues, lunging himself at the bluenette.

"Hm I guess so" Kuroko mutters, his body melting into the steady rhythm of kicks, punches, blocking and dodging.

"Tetsuya-kun, I've had this question for a while but why is your body adapting to this training so quickly? It took me, like, a few months at best to be at least average" Tsuna asks, his small speech not affecting his deliverance of blows. Before Kuroko could open his mouth, another voice beat him to it.

"That's because Kuroko's body is already accustomed to the physical training" Reborn answers, moving into their line of vision from where he was hiding beside the door.

"Reborn!" Tsuna exclaims, surprised by his tutor's sudden appearance 'Every time'

"What do you mean by that?" Kuroko asks, pausing in his activity with Tsuna following suit.

"During your middle school and high school days, you were in the basketball club which means that your body is used to being overly exerted. And plus your specialty in the club was passing, so precision and aim is your best qualities with balance and quick thinking to boot for your moves like cyclone pass and ignite pass. These factors help with shooting and combat. We're just really reintroducing old muscle memories. In addition the fact that you still train regularly increased the chances of your muscle memory still being in tacked" Reborn explains, tossing the two of them a white towel each.

"That makes sense" Tsuna mutters, wiping away the sweat from his face, the towel muffling his last few words slightly.

"Who knew my basketball career would help me with becoming a fighter" Kuroko musses, draping the towel on his neck "I've always said that I was a lover and not a fighter but now I have no other choice"

"I'm more of a lover then a fighter too but here we are with a bounty on my head for inheriting a mafia family that I didn't want or know about in the first place" Tsuna mutters, receiving a bullet whizzing past his face of which caused Tsuna to shift closer to Kuroko.