Tomorrow's school and Kazuya lying down on his desk after reading one gaudy long sentence. The student preferred math to ornate unnecessary sentences. True historical words to his mind are diaries created before sleeping time.
It's homework he's always procrastinating until tomorrow time. Some homework. The laziness to read has been so since childhood. He's who's like a great scholar in a past life who's always accompanied by books and those dizzied long sentences, who reincarnates in this life, become tiring hate enough to see it.
Couldn't he have a failed score in the subject, so he won't be bothered by it again? To the dear teacher who will be exhaust the rubber stamp to seal his paper's examination with the words 'FAILURE', he seeks an apology beforehand. He doubts Hairen will be tiring enough to do it. The student quite looking forward to his own misery behind the scenes it's for the teacher to sit on the fence between the student and little ryokan's master, which will get on his nerve.
Surely, Hairen put the best face on his wrecked future sometime later and he'll get egg on the face. How long the student will see his teacher because he's lodging at his grandfather's ryokan? In his eyes, words on book clearly stamped with the 'GIVE UP'. He never blamed Hairen refused to teach him since that one teacher never bothered his students mainly him. They're together and bicker childishly all the time.
Kazuya's the type disliking anything he dislikes in front of the eyes. Nevertheless, the indebtedness for hurting his shoulders doesn't count toward the student and teacher relationship. Hairen will pay for it another day. Working on it because tomorrow's homework wasn't worth it. There's a later time for repayment to come. He'll for that day.
Kazuya closed the notebook. He doesn't need to see it for rest of the day. Let's get medicinal ointment for his shoulders. Yesterday, because one precious person sleeps on it for a long time. The small storage room should have it. He's living upstairs but necessary things are always placed downstairs.
On way downstairs, ignoring the sight of tenants who he stumbled upon is as usual.
"Where are you going, Kazehaya?" asked Luka.
"I thought I won't ask Hairen to teach me once more time about my historical homework."
"You're getting close to him lately. What goes on?" Devil have plentitude farce befuddlement execrable to play with.
"His student asking a favor from his teacher."
"Once it's decided, I never see Divine Creator back off from it." Luka crossed his arms together.
"Different time is a different matter. He owns a debt." I walk past him. His ears caught the words. What's Divine Creator, anyway? More like Devil Creator. A creator for piling up mountain of trouble to his already troubling life.
"Debt? He has gone out earlier."
"Where?" I turn back to him.
Unexpectedly, he's interested in it.
"It's his business to attend. That aside, although I am not good at history I am not too bad either. How about it?"
A business? The teacher busied himself with other matters than his affair.
"Your homework give it to the devil to be finished." An offer comes from the devil himself.
Kazuya didn't turn to him."My homework doesn't need to be finished."
"Well, whatever." Luka about turning his back but a piece of remembrance in his memory about yesterday. "Are you finding the ointment?"
Kazuya walks paused. Facing Luka at a great distance, the intentional egotist reduced, "Do you know where it's?"
"Never to ask, I lived for thousands of years," said Luka.
"I would like to ask have you lived here for thousands of years to know where it's? Soon, you get the place to live, I welcomed you to say bye-bye happily."
"Let's continue chit-chat while having a gentle wind breeze and the green panorama outside," induce Luka.
"I won't go anywhere without ointment in my hand first," commands Kazuya. He walks without waiting for the tenant behind.
While at the other student's house, Hairen didn't see the encumber baleful apocalyptic as he stare into the cup of green tea. The upsurge vision how it emaciates exuberant of fine and rosy play.
The dear teacher who in the students' eyes never neglected them having leisure time sipping tea at the house of his other dear student. Putting down the cup on the table, the tea is tasteless, "Should I ask Kazuya to teach you to brew the tea? He's in the club. Where's the doubt you two won't get along well?"
Rin's sighing. "Tiring and long ceremony tea is not my cup."
"Even so, you should be from the devil to be better yourself. Let's not only care to be a hero, Sabien child." Hairen sees into his student's eyes. The same traditional house but no toady he can sense. An ordinary house and ordinary dweller.
Rin's small laugh. "I'd like to see myself in your club. A laughing club at your game's jokes. Why did you come here so early in the morning?"
When will the student see him as a teacher not, he beat some sense into the student's languid act? "You haven't seen Rio for a long time, aren't you?"
Rio. A silvery fox with golden eyes. The spring breeze entered the room, splashing along flowers petals inside scattered on the floor. The color for the season is colorful. "Sensei, I thought the color was red but it's not. Where did he come from, anyway?"
Commanding by the owner, he comes to sit on Rin's lap. Rin's hand gently stroked its head.
The teacher drinks the tea. Really, it's really tasteless. As expected, dealing with the brat is more troublesome than a bratty brat back at the ryokan. "Stop playing dumb, will you? You have the answer I seek regarding what happened at the river yesterday."
"Pretense the cognization of the fox? You owned a pet before I modified it. Fox is beautiful, dignified, proud, and arrogant. Rio's name suits him well." The teacup burns in his hand.
"It looks completely different from the one I had."
"Spill the beans, will be you? The rubbish talk, let's end it." Hairen's sharp gaze to one dearest student, Rin. "How you be so discourteous to a teacher?"
A sigh at a petit Hairen's trap. "Who thought my teacher is Divine Spirit Beast Creator? I wouldn't have known you were alive and pumping enough to pester me like this. You're alive, which part of it unrespectable?"