"No, no trouble! Just a lot of study and exercise. I'm doing great, to be honest!" Ringo happily chattered away as she shook Mamoru's hand gently. He looked sort of different than last time they met. So much more like the future boss of his family... Of course, Ringo wasn't even close to where he stood - confident and prepared. Dad just wouldn't give her the tools and know-how to lead and to fight. She was his gentle, caring girl, but only she could inherit the Vongola Family.

"Ringo, don't drag him off to the surface just yet," Sora chuckled. The kids would probably want out of here, he assumed! The Vongola Guardians all went to take a seat, typically the Guardian of Cloud was absent. He was a teacher at Nami High, so the base wasn't far - he just didn't entertain mafia business.

"I want to give you something first," Sora continued, glancing at a sealed box on the table, encrusted with a golden clam on the front of it. He reached back and picked it up, handing it to Ringo along with a key. "Keep this safe until later, won't you? We'll talk about it at home..." he explained.

Ringo took the box and looked it over, guessing what it might be. Dad's Guardians were all wearing different rings today. She shoved the box into her bag and nodded, closing it up and throwing it over her shoulder again. "Sure..." she replied. She knew enough - these were going to be for her own generation. Not that she knew the extent of their power, or so much how to even use one!

Her eyes flicked to Mamoru then, waiting for him to decide whether to stay with the gathering, or to go back to town.