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For the next several minutes, Al chewed on his lower lip, annoyed with the tedium of it all, his neutral expression long since given way to a deep frown. The Vongolas had begun their presentation, and he was suffering under the grinding boredom and stifling monotony of polite clapping, guys in suits getting up and speaking, and blah blah blah. Every now and then, between flexing his injured hand, he would glance over at his elder for a sign.

The man was like a statue, glaring down at the crowd below, eyes locked on the girl who'd just taken the stage moments earlier. The Vongola XI, Reida Sawada, began her speech. Instead of listening, Al simply made faces at the Vongola, hoping one of them would notice him and screw up, but none of them reacted. Maybe he was too far away. Oh well.

It wasn't until towards the middle of the speech, when the Vongola boss began to falter in her enunciation, that Alastor finally acted. Slowly, he raised his arm into the air, and with one loud Space-flame-assisted SNAP! he signaled to his fellow Rizzos:

Attack.