Jakuu_Dragon
The first time Y/n met it, there was no ceremony. No elders. No history lesson. No explanation of what he was being chosen for. Only a voice.
Not spoken. Not heard in the usual sense-more like something that pressed directly against thought itself.
And a Sword... It did not lie on a pedestal, nor rest in a sacred vault. It simply existed where it should not have-embedded in silence, as if the world had forgotten to notice it until that exact moment.
Y/n did not ask what it was. He did not kneel. He did not reach out immediately, either. He only stared at it and said, plainly:
"So... what is this supposed to be?"
A pause followed. Not hesitation-evaluation. Then the answer came. Not as a voice from above, nor a presence of divinity. But as something older than authority.
"A beginning."
That was the first exchange between Y/n and Tegasword.
No names were exchanged beyond that moment. No titles were offered that could be understood in full. Only a recognition-quiet, deliberate-that something had finally aligned after a long period of imbalance.
The Regalia Famiglia would later record this moment differently depending on who told it.
Some would call it awakening. Others, inheritance; a few, the start of a new hierarchy. But none of those words were present at the time.
At the time, there was only a boy, a being that did not belong to any known Mafia system, and a question that would define everything that came after:
What does it mean to be chosen?
What the wider underworld understands of the Regalia Famiglia is limited, and intentionally so.
They are not a branch of the Vongola. They are not an allied expansion of any major Family. And they are certainly not a group that seeks recognition.
They appear only under specific conditions-when conflict ceases to be something ordinary influence can resolve.
And when they do appear, they do not arrive as negotiators. They arrive as a measure.