A continuous beeping from the cashier cash register machine at checkout line, cashier's kind smile while giving back a debit card to Hairen and Kazuya himself couldn't really take back looked at his smartphone after kitchen's ingredients was paid.
An adult is by his side, but payments were made by him! He questioned whether the adult beside him has sense awareness to differentiate which of them should be looking after whom?
As expected from the actor taking opera stage in his grandparents' ryokan? He's getting zealotry from the teacher trying to teach him a way of life. What or which it's way of life?
"You have a stomach, don't you? Don't you know what that stomach of yours need to be fed and what kind of feed it needs?"
It was snobbish of him or rather loutish to believe anything that person say is for his sake.
"You got your share, don't waste your complaint," said the master of turning his life upside down.
"What complain? I get everything you do. It's all for my future sake."
"Then, what's it you learnt for your future sake? I couldn't ever hardly couldn't wait to hear your benison out your mouth."
"Intentionally, making money is never unflappable easy thing. About it, I need to be careful about how I waste my money. Above all, it let me be careful on whom I'm with and ever be dependent on myself, not get cheated."
"That's pretty nerve-racking for someone recently knows about monetary value in this kind world."
"It occur to me to epitomize, never to be with barefaced adult next time myself out, so I'm getting myself opinionated high value of those vibrancy words in caution." Who is shameless and shameless over here and there?
Why ever he's out shopping for foods and drinks with Hairen in first place? He's yielding, about his stomach and the kinds of foods and drinks taken down there. What's the need he's out to be shopping with Hairen all the things?
He knows the foods and drinks. In plain words, vegetables. But shame, he doesn't know what makes them vegetables or how it those greenery things or those from the sea or the land make them foods.
The same goes thing going for drinks or beverages or juice and herbs. No knowing name nor how it makes them or dangerously mixed ingredients into making them.
Conclusion goes to Hairen conclude the beloved student is always a student no matter where he goes. Getting in Kazuya's head like it's virtually a mountain exploded with its lava and huge hot fireworks all over, letting out a beautiful foggy atmosphere around it.
A question him being a teacher no matter where he's swiped out by getting at anyone can get or be a teacher no matter who the person is. Whether the profession, gender, status, or age.
Kazuya once again out symmetrical to judge the words of great demon teacher in brainwashing him, not letting him go unbridled no matter how behind the scenes turn out. Thanks to it, anything in the ryokan still intact, not knowing whether the cause he's the neat and organized person or someone keeping him at relative humidity level over manipulation.
"Here you go, a pecans nut for your hard work today."
The daredevil recklessly fed him cheap snacks under hot weather. It's the only thing the loathful teacher bought with his own money. It passed lunchtime. He won't be surprised Luka and Kira had their lunch because he saw Luka able to make anything even few ingredients.
Best example is onigiri. He's more expert than making onigiri that ever existed in every corner of Japan. Did he study that? Suppose, he studied more karate, judo, or jujutsu or ninja thing?
"You don't even know what rice is. Dreaming making conquest on something scrappy without fully having virile advantage of it?" another Hairen's definite barrier on Kazuya's knowledge.
"You really have a sturdy definite on making like I'm having tickler on whatever matters you mentioned? Why don't let me abscond it with words? That's how you always advise it anyhow, without realize them."
"Want to go to paddy fields?" ask Hairen.
"What paddy fields in spring time? I won't see paddy rice blooming at spring time."
"You can at least shriek when you see them. You have never seen paddy fields, don't you?" Hairen waving rice stalk in his hand.
Kazuya's question of admiration is 'where he took it?' It's giving Kazuya real excitement, like a being played at some foolish entertainment by the great demon. Give some real work than inchoate distrait, since it can be obtainable directly pumping into his brain and experience.
"And then, where is the paddy field of yours? Sensei, it's not some papers pictures or digital pictures?"
"Who thought you be so much elated to see it thinking numerous way you can pick it from. Didn't we have a third option?"
This chunk of... piece of... meat!!! The other sense Hairen beat into him is being respectful to your teacher, even you righteously outright you're cursing him. Do it in exemplary manner. He wants to question where did this teacher of him receiving education from? The most prestigious university in the word, Harvard University?
"It's University of Oxford, you idiot."
Even right about universities, they have right to have friction about it. The destiny a loser and winner have to accept through having to get it, being who get the top and the bottom in argument.
"I implore to have thirst quench in your vast knowledge, Mr. Oxford," a sarcasm must be returned. The more hours spend, he could be ready to be crazy to accept anything Mr. Oxford or Mr. Foxy will give him.
Suddenly, realizing something, a snicker turn into chuckle, and it burst into heartfelt and heart-warming laughter in afternoon time. Mr. Oxford or Mr. Foxy, the words sound very similarity to each other.
Readily, in his heart, it coming short Hairen is the same as the fox. Kitsune dominate most folktales, folklores, and history. It mostly worshipped animal all over japan. There's shrine and temple for it. Think of it, the historical teacher by his side taught historical but never did it made him tickled pink as much when kitsune's history mentioned.