"I forget this, but I want to ask anyway," said Kazuya. The breezy wind from paddy fields do smell like it. The paddy and rice itself.
"What's it?"
"Where's the shopping bags we bought earlier? Where did you keep it?"
"Isn't it with you?"
The question backfired back to him. Sure thing, that's how blame goes to him every time. And he super liked it. At this point, what matters doesn't really matter.
"It very nice for you to send them home to lessen my burden carrying them all the way here."
Yes, here, the paddy fields. He doesn't know how or where he got himself to the paddy fields just by walking without knowing way or using navigation system or thinking where he can find one.
"I get the reason you're always liked it being at the bottom of your class."
What now? Trying to pick up a fight? Kazuya's natural instinct coming along with automatic clenching fists and boiling enraged fire of anger burned swallowed his whole body.
A vulpine big demon could never be an angel for a second, didn't he? It makes sense for innocent angelic angels at school being taught by a foxy demon. It's all turning to a fantasy imagination set like games he always played. The character, the avatar, the setting, and the plot. It all comes in fantasy 3D RPG instead of reality he faced in his head.
"Don't say, Sensei, I definitely wouldn't trouble you carrying those things if I'm alone, Sensei." Meaning beneath implying take your responsibility as an adult, beloved sensei.
"I get the definite reason you're always loved to be bottom line of the school."
"Could you just tell me reason of my stupidity by your remarkable sarcastic sarcasms?" Being with Hairen, he gets the tiredness being lazy to be tired.
If only anyone can understand the interpretation.
"It should be slapstick to your face for not up-to-date your smartphone software," mocked Hairen. Kazuya's beloved sensei, in sarcastic way.
He never responds to him nicely.
A smartphone? Better than someone who don't have one. Swarming girls at school, having nothing to discuss but grapevine gossipy among them. Talk about handsome teacher who don't have a smartphone. He scuffed it.
Who in the world without it present day? Even three years old kid have it. Parents could never be patient to give their newborn a smartphone shaped a toy, one soon they learned their baby boy prayed for toys everyday coming unto their hands.
That baby boy is not him, definitely.
A gentle lining, soft thread flash in his mind. Something about it, again, wanted to make him to laugh hard.
History, historic and historical teacher? An old timer traditional teacher but very young youthful but didn't adapter to technologies?
It's not him to laugh very splendidly at Hairen's egocentric.
The evening wind blows breezily. It's quite cold. It's April, but the weather is that per Antarctic. Yeah, it's per Antarctic because that one person is here with him. It makes weather colder than usual. Vague rice stalks color in his eyes because dazzling of ray of sunlight in the distance.
He never sees sunset far or high of horizon but certainly each place where the sun always set down for the moon is always exquisite and amazingly beautiful panorama.
This's robbery of his time. Hours of it, both of jammed at traffic and at the supermarket. They go out at time office workers out for lunch hours because the beloved sensei of his wanted him to experience outside world instead of have everything arranged for him everything.
Before anything, they're there serving him out of anything he could do recklessly on his own accord. Before he could mess anything himself. Nutshell, before he learns anything himself independently.
And at the supermarket time. It was never not an enough time to be anguish. Eating an enticing and alluring whiff of a chunk white chocolate behind Kazuya, beloved a.ka. unbeloved sensei unaffected himself from giving orders as a commander in chief position to guide a promising cadet.
He doesn't have incline bit of angst to talk whether that white chocolate have paid or not. Whatever's orders given out by temporarily commander in chief is a complete jargon where he completely doesn't understand of. What's it? Preaching him prehensile of botanical biology?
"I have credo you understand. Then, pick up whatever you want here. You might as well pick up all of them. Don't worry, they're all elixir or panacea to extend or prolonged your life or whatever your human calls it."
"Session my beloved sensei swanking is fleeting. Make it so for classroom, sensei."
"That's more than superfluous for your brain. Easy does it."
He just insulted him, no doubt.
"I will just do as you wish, sensei. You don't mind it if I be a mercenary for all this healthier stuff, right, sensei? I need to scamper this quickly." So, I can let you cleave and have more to offer your sense at cashier checkout line.
It was gaudy time for him for first time grocery shopping with someone can be adult outwardly but not mannerly.
"No worries," ruled Hairen. "Mind giving me your smartphone?"
He's almost given it. "What now?"
"I implore your eyes take a look at the pomp signboard above your head, Kazehaya Kazuya?"
Oh, that really get him fasten well. Then, why the hell they shop at this supermarket in first place???!!!
The reason good enough to drain his money in an unexpectedly good way.
The end of story, where beloved sensei said he should be learning something new at somewhere at a new place. Now, they're back at present time and paddy field in gold color catch his eyes again.
"You got the infection the world is your oyster, beloved student Kazuya?" questioned Hairen.
"The beloved student of yours trying to pinpoint ever conceit comfort he receives from raving infatuations of freeloader from his grandparents' ryokan," affirmed Kazuya.