"Do I get an extra salary or do you pay for it?"
A moment when the teacher becomes dearest to the student. A solution that would be an advantage to his work. To think it's lucky enough for him to live with his teacher.
Why would he not think of it? It's his future, though later he will unnecessarily need it.
The world could be as kind to antagonists. Hairen couldn't think how he and Luka fit in a combination together.
Raging it is all to the point of ballistics.
"As much as I want to blame myself for the extra sleeping time in class," mumbled Kazuya. He could guess the Haireen's next excuse to drag him down.
"In simple logic, at home, and as other students, no help will be extended to you, especially." Hairen's calm soft tone.
The end. It wasn't much of a negotiation, but the teacher's love is that no one repudiates them. "Not to worry, I'll always take my time to understand your personality." Kazuya got up and went to the door. The dear student who has so much love and respect for his teacher slams the door.
Never in Kazuya's life, until the tenant went into one, did any door safely escape from his slamming as a habit. As well as his internal screaming. Aaarrrggghhh!
Never did he regret lessons in his life and asking his dear teacher for help in anything he did, though the road to hell is paved with good intentions. In the distance, Kira holds the hostage in Kazuya's eyes across the living room.
He will probably want to see the doctor who made him sick.
Of course, the dear doctor won't let the patient go past him without treatment, whether it's going for the worst or reverse.
"It didn't work well for you." Kira sympathized.
Kazuya accelerates the pacing, "I don't want to hear of 'Let's not get mad. It wouldn't be good for your health. Rather, you get out of my sight till completion the studying how not to get Kazehaya Kazuya mad at me for rest of my life." Kazuya's fine the flame calm lecture .
"I'm never willing to say sorry for willing to say it won't work the way you want," Kira called off his grasp on Kazuya's hand.
"Thank you." Kazehaya walks away and climbs upstairs.
The feelings of irritation were none in Kira's mind after he saw Kazuya's act. He goes to Hairen without knocking, nor does he kick the door open but touches it. He put his book down. "What do I owe you by rampaging and burning down my door?"
"Please settle your debt through Kazehaya."
"Kazuya? How does it collide with the kid?" The situation when fire meets fire.
"Please don't quit being his private teacher, even though you quit a long time ago."
"You're dumb, not understand what homework means." When the same type of person with few words in a situation where everything is not conveyed thoroughly.
"It's not irresponsible for you to be a little assistant to him."
"Don't blame yourself for Kazuya always not paying attention in my class."
"You!" Kira clenched his hand. A calm moment came. "Dear beast, the witch, but the importance of all, he's born the most male witch in thousands of centuries. The resurrection of Sabien. It's unreasonable to treat Sabien like you did."
"He's not Sabien yet. He's the student in my eyes and I'll treat him like one," concluded Hairen.
"Looks like you don't have a grudge against Sabien when he slaughtered all the guardians," retorted Kira. The vivid scene of infinite years never let bygones by bygones in Kira's time.
"The Guardian and the student are two different beings and meanings. There is no reason to treat him like a golden child just because of Sabien."
"True to what I see right now, you're just driving your student to the corner, plus the bonus of making your Guardian hate you if he ever awakens, sometimes sooner." Kira took the step out of Hairen's room.
"Your care towards Kazuya…is it coming from the grief of losing your own Guardian?" Hairen never knows about sensitive words in his dictionary book nor does he care to know about the word.
The word touched Kira's deep wound. He leaves without a reply. In the hallway, raging despite so treating the patients, no matter how it is killing their souls, feelings and lives. To calm down, the wizard specializes in killing rather than healing. Wide spread. Kira's breaks break the wall. It was to his knowledge the ryokan had got back to normal again. Luka came in front of him and held out a hand to him with a smile. How his grip on Kazuya's hand granted him what he had lost for a long time. The ryokan very much helps in balancing the power between the three of them. Kira takes his hand and both step away from Hairen's room.
In the calm room, Hairen was standing near the window looking out. Early in the morning, in his eyes, Kazuya's wasted by strolling around nowhere. He couldn't comprehend how the teenager managed the time.
Hoping no trouble comes that one is not fine. Kazuya's friends. The gaze focused on Seirin. Hairen exhaled his breath. "I don't have foul power yet, trouble love coming knocking on the door. It wasn't as troublesome as I thought." Hairen picks up his coat and heads outside to where Kazehaya and his friends are.
"Sensei!" Fuyuki's big eyes at Hairen's sudden appearance from the main door. "Eh, sensei, why are you coming out of Kazuya's house?"
"I didn't tell you but I am living with Kazuya?"
"You live together with Kazuya?" He turned to Kazehaya.
"Only temporarily. You know what Ryokan means, don't you, Tsukimiya?" He shoves away Hairen's hand from his shoulders. "Put your hand away."
"Oh, I am not sorry. So then, where do all of you plan on going? Let your beloved Sensei tag along?" Hairen's smile.
Fuyuki's speech sounds like a robot. "Oh, yeah, sure, you can come together with us."
"Thank you. What are you doing there standing like a mummy, Kazuya? Come let us go."
Ah, dear teacher's speech never disappointed him. Kazuya's endless unforgivable to Hairen's deeds recently is the rejection to teach and now the dear teacher freely wanted to come on tour with his friends. What a joke.
I did it for your sake and safety otherwise; I won't bother myself to stay with you.
Flashing voice in his head. Kazuya looks up to Hairen. "Did you say something?"
"What are you talking about now? When did I talk to you?"
"You did talk to me. I hear your voice in my head. I hear it."
Hairen pinched Kazuya's cheek. "Stop being so crazy. I didn't talk to you. Did I speak to you through telepathy if you hear my voice in your head? Enough of nonsense. Come. Your friends have waited for a long time right now." Hairen takes Kazuya's hand and Kazuya lets him.
The tour of visiting a few places in childhood memories. Kazuya's out of having fun. Kazuya's depressed's feelings with Hairen walking by his side. Is he my bodyguard or something?
Kazuya's first notice of seeing Hairen wearing glasses. Why did the guy wear it? Having defective vision?
"Sensei, come here! Let's catch some fish together." Fuyuki shouts out loud while holding his bamboo fishing rod.
"I'm coming." Hairen accepted his lovely student invitation leaving Kazuya alone.
'Oh my, that was the first time he leave my side. Finally.' A sigh of relief. Inner dialogue.
"Kazuya, let's find some woods twigs so that we can have a barbeque later." Seirin asking for a moment of peace.
"Oh, okay. Let go." Kazuya's glances at Hairen and Fuyuki. Looking likes they are fine. Why the worry, then?
"Kazuya…?" ah, he spacing a lot these days. The reason is Hairen-sensei. He kept being by Kazuya's side all the time.
The town spirit beast Iro's having communication.
Master, I can have some play time right now?
Rin's easy recognization of the dark. Iro is the name? What yours playtime? No time for that right now.
Why? The opponent's here.
Where's your opponent here? I don't see others as you.
Your so-called Hairen-sensei is the one. He's divine master creation the spirit beast.
Seirin instant look at Hairen who still faking enjoyment of his little time with the fishing rod.
"Kazuya,... Kazuya...?
"Oh, Rin. Sorry, I was lost in my thought. Let go. We don't need much of them, I see it."
The destiny to level completely higher than me but his power was not yet fully awakened. Will you take me?
You're against your creator is a foolish act. You'll be slashed by him in peace and peace.
How do you mean it?
Getting rid of you for you to be at peace. Don't be foolish than Kazuya not to understand it.
"No, just a little bit will be enough. There is not much fish either. Oh, on top of that let go and buy some seasoning from the nearby shop. The fish will taste tastier if we put some spice on it."
Fine, play as long as you want as long as you disturb my peace.
I will express my gratitude later.
Never.
It's the morning but they're having a barbeque at the riverside. It's a chilling and thrilling morning. It's barbeque using firewood. "You're making me droll just by hearing." Kazuya exhaled the breath. "I really hope you can stay until graduation."
"It's in your dream, Kazuya." They both laughed.
"A filial son compared to my two sisters who're nothing to my amazement. They are so much caring, I end up here together with the piece of junk."
"Hah?" The actor staging spurious effects on the theater.
Did he just say something regarding suspicious men living in my grandparent's house? "Haha, did I say something?"
The teenage chats continue while eyes and hands are searching for twigs and collecting them. Feeling enough, Kazuya asked his best friend who will turn him into leftover dust in the world later. "Is this enough?"
"Yeah, combined ours it should be enough. Let's leave these here. We can pick it up later." Seirin leaves the twigs woods beneath the tree. Kazuya did the same. "Let us go."
Both Kazuya and Seirin leave the river heading to shop across the road.