Reborn leaned gingerly against the railing of the deck, needing the slight break from the heels - a relatively safe distance from Gon, who was now 'it'. He was purposely watching Tsuna out of the corner of his eye, tracking his progress, noting that, yes, the weights seemed to be effective, at least in getting him to exert the effort.

Oh, to hell with it. If Tsuna didn't pick up the pace, he was going to have to use the Dying Will Bullet again... But what would he be regretting...