Fuyuki peeps at the entrance as well as the exit of the river. The focus is back on the river and fishing rod. "Sensei, Rin, and Kazuya are going somewhere."
Hairen didn't give him an answer. The focus is on the inner palace and realm. The outside scene is only a farce, the fishing rod, fish, and river, are all he leaves to the dear student. Hairen leaves leisure for a moment. Another creature came to greet him without permission. The consciousness matter in the real world won't be a matter. "Student, mind I asking you for a favor?"
"What is it, sensei?" asked the dear student or it's not.
"I leave the fishing rod to you. Do what you want with it. You could as well fish as much fish as you can." Hairen gives his fishing rod to his student. Eyes met the eyes. "Do you understand the embellishment words?"
"Are you going somewhere, sensei?" Fuyuki's checking Hairen. He takes the fishing rod from the teacher's hand.
"I'm not going anywhere. Rest assured."
"Don't leave me alone, sensei. I'm afraid to be alone." Fuyuki's sudden hug to Hairen.
The brat. Let me go or I make you the bait for the fish here. " Let me sleep on your shoulder for a while."
"Sensei???" In Fuyuki's teenagehood, a male teacher asked leaning on his shoulder to sleep.
"I need to settle some problem within another world. A problem soon probably is your friend's problem."
Fuyuki's acquisition of his teacher's inner problem? He's getting sleepiness? "Are you going to sleep?"
"You could say 'thank you' and 'you're welcome' blame to your friend, Kazuya. Night of weekdays, screaming and shouting with his games. Be grateful I'm still alive today to teach you and your never impolite friends." Hairen never chooses places and times to give disquisition he wants to let out of the bottle.
"Now then, would you kindly stop acting bratty brat because I believe you also don't want to hug me for long as you are puzzling at me asking your shoulder as a pillow?"
"Oh…" Fuyuki let Hairen go of his grasp. "Why are you want to sleep on my shoulder?... You could... I could say you could..." Fuyuki was lost in words to say. Rather, he doesn't know the right to choose words to smoothly elaborate and convey meaning as he desires it.
Hairen's long stare at the student revoked his mind and memory reminder of the one student who used to cling to him before Sabien in his right mind create something he shouldn't have. "Why can't I have your shoulders in a moment when you guys have been doing nothing but desk jockey? Never I ask you to pay me, be grateful."
Fuyuki's quick repeating nodding. Nothing can come in between Hairen's words. Which of them he can refute or backfire back? The old school person tailored tales next and onto the next living generations. The school pays you, though. "I'll tell Kazuya as you just have told me, sensei."
Hairen's head was on his shoulder. "Better you tell him not to mess with my night sleep."
"Yes, I'll not. No, I'll yes. I'll tell him but I'll not a moment. I see him and see to tell as you..."
"Shut up. Coming up other words, consider your next examination failed."
"Yes," said the student. The next examination scheduled failed??? Fuyuki can't get the thriving answers. The thrall student is captive in his teacher's words. He wants to try again, "Sensei? Are you already falling asleep?" Fuyuki traces Hairen's face. The savior for a bright and promising future. Fuyuki sifts at the sky, whispering silently in hopelessness cause exam threat from the teacher himself … "Me and the fishing rod."
Severs the connection, conjure up consciousness regained in the Soul sphere. Sabien's pieces of art in his house. Should he talk about how he used to before he take over the profession? "Worthless piece, get your hellish riffraff out here? I don't remember inviting you to my house. Mind letting me on it?"
"Heh, it has been a very long time since last. Your speech has become corrupted likely. Where did the gentle and kind you have gone?"
"Nowhere. I am still me but I don't need to use liberal speech with you." The spark of lightning in the palm of his hand. "Just a rude and corrupted speech like you said is fine." The lightning released toward Iro making him move back in a flash and hard bouncing rolling around a few times.
"You bastard!" Iro wipes the blood from the corner of his mouth.
"Get out of here. You're just Spirit Beast. You can never win against me. While you are on it let your master know a student shouldn't be so rude to his teacher."
"Are you even his real teacher?"
"Maybe I'm not but at the previous moment, I am his teacher. Please don't be respectful to me. That includes you."
"Still, not yet. I'm not satisfied by your end game." Iro charges toward Hairen with a full-blast fist. "Why do you think I know you haven't fully awakened yet?"
Hairen blocked Iro's fist so easily. "The teacher and student play is good grief. I was about to let you go free but you incite for more beating from me." Hairen's grip on Iro's fist and divine light flowing thoroughly to the shadow dark. "Look like you can never return to your master." Watching Iro screaming in pain and kneeling before, Hairen stopped. That boy will hate me to use violence, right? "I'm letting you go. But before that, let's remove your seal. Which way do you want? By my hand or by my foot?"
Iro's spits at his question. "You really have changed, do you?"
"Yes, I have. View the past me you see is not more than worsening than I am now. Let's imagine in your head right now how it's to be as I'm all grown up."
Iro's smirked and smiled. "Do whatever you want. I don't have the power to oppose you. Clearly, you are master creation."
"It's better to say so earlier. Then I won't have to beat you to this state."
"Che! The grown-up is always to become arrogant."
"Isn't fox always arrogant?"
"Isn't you going to let me go?"
Hairen holds and lifts up his chin. "Who orders you to crash with me?"
"Well…"
Hairen never thinks twice about stomping others' feet making him go scream. "Every inch of my body is divine light. Enough to make your body go paralyzed. Answer my question for normal walk request."
"Mizuki Rin."
Hairen slaps dear Mr. Iro's face with his sharp and long finger. "This bonus for lying straight into my face."
The face of cuts and bleeding. "I didn't lie! It's the truth."
Hairen's nails grow long and become sharper like a knife. "Don't look at the mirror frequently to see your face scarred with scars."
Iro's terrified and shuddering at the words and actions. The twinging pain never disappears. "I didn't lie! Never did I lie!" The tears welled up well in his eyes.
"You should just cry. Wasting a lot of my time here." Sigh. Hairen looks away from him. His nails become normal. "Now, I feel hungry." Hairen look at Iro. "Want to come with me?"
What with him? Master Divine Creation was about to dump him into hell with an eating invitation? "Do you still have your mind?"
"It's not good to imply I'm crazy?"
"It's…!!!" Wrong words he uttered.
"Let your deciding point be erased with my foot of the seal."
"Nooo!!!" Hairen didn't erase the seal the first he created him out of the paint.
Unfortunately, Hairen didn't listen to him. "Before I erase your seal, I have one last question for you."
"What is it?"
"No answer will come by thinking." Hairen looks at Iro with a straight face. "What animal are you?"
Dumbfounded question. The guy Fox Sacred Spirit Beast Creator and yet unable to recognize the comrades? "Seeking an answer is breaking your soul sphere?" Iro burst out at Hairen.
Ah, the right one. Why did he didn't think? Because he didn't think. "See you as I wish to see you!" Hairen broke off the seal. Iro beast form disperse light thin air. Battle end. "Let Kazuya get awaken sooner."
Hairen look at the sky. "Heh, it surely befitting my soul sphere." It has been a long time since it's here. He leave to the evening day.
"Have you awake?"
"Tsukimiya…I…" The voice is…"Kazuya?"
Kazuya stands up and stretched his legs and arms. "You sure sleeping for a long time. My whole body feels fatigued." Kazuya stops stretching and sits on his two legs while looking at the river. "They have gone home. It's just you and me here. Nobody else."
"I see." Hairen gets up and tidied himself. "Why are you idling here not going home too?"
"Why?" The feels want to give a slap to the face who's someone older than him the first time.
"Do you wish to sleep here?" Hairen walks in front of Kazuya.
"Yes! Why not?" No sorry to say to feel more fun than a barrel of monkeys whenever he's with Hairen. The popping sound in the river in Kazuya's ears makes him jump toward Hairen.
Hairen turns to his back. Looking at Kazuya. "What's wrong?"
"My ears heard something from the river."
Hairen look at the river. "What's it you're seeing in the evening?" Hairen holds out his hand to Kazuya. "Come, Kazuya. Let's go home. Staying here late at night is not good."
Hairen's hand unconsciously Kazuya takes it easy and without question. "Why do you think so?"
"Let's not get yourself sick because I don't want to take care of you."
Kazuya's scoffing and laughing hard. "I never see you take care of me. When you have equality to say it?"
Surely, Kazuya and he will have mouth wars. It's has been a long since Kazuya a kid. He could sigh but now it has become something he's fond of. He wants to keep looking forward to it. "Let's not fight. I'm tired to see your working mouth."
"My mouth and yours are different. At least, I don't hurt people with my mouth." Kazuya's hidden interpreted meaning. "Well then, you as well...!" Again, popping sound from the river. Kazuya's jerked at the sound. The hand grip tightened.
"It's time for you to be a scaredy cat? The nights when you're alone playing games, how the bravery comes?"
Hairen's never-ending annoyance at the evening time. The light ray from the sunset from the far horizon starts embracing the earth with beautiful warmth to humans. Kazuya sees the sunset in the Kyoto countryside, he sees it as the most beautiful sunset in Japan. "It comes through you. You came in life and since that time I could sleep less and bravery come at night undoing myself from the tension you're giving me."
"Let's stop by the grocery store on the way to buy you some drinks soothing the thirst for the eloquent speech you give. Thank you. It's hard to see students preach to the teacher."
"Let's back home. I don't want to say hurtful words making myself want to puke at it. I ate a lot earlier. Let's not be it soon wasted energy." Kazuya rewinding back to how he and the two friends emerging themselves enjoyed seeing back fond childhood times. It laughs at his mistakes mistaking the day and time. They laughed at it. He's embarrassed. Hairen's sleeping face in Kazuya's eyes at the time, he wants to scribble drawing and writing on it to his heart's content.
"I care less about it," said Hairen. His eyes to the river. A cute little mermaid princess comes playing in the presence of a witch male demon. As well as in his presence. "Hoping you're sleeping well tonight. I don't want to hear any more noises coming from you."
"Haven't you thought whether it's the other two?"
"Luka and Kira not a kid in my eyes but only you. You playing games sounds and words is a nuisance to ears."
Kazuya snickered silently cloaking with a smile while the brain produced 'Ancient beast and ancient scripted old way living.' "Come here, teacher. I don't want to drag more of this when I started to get hungry and sleepy again." Kazuya turns to the sunset. His eyes never leave it since the first ray of light cuddling. He sees light rays of warmth in between levity between one student and a teacher spent not in the days they're at second silence.