Very well for the high-techno supermarket using and implanted for shopper made payments using their smartphone. Yeah, a very well convenience for him or anyone who used so much to almost inseparable from smartphone. It doesn't resound very well with him. Whoever implant the techno logic in such countryside village rise skyrocket to stardom?
Old love never dies for an idiot. Whoever that geek is, he needs to know how much it's causing him connivance terror by old screw by his side day and night.
Nature for a rich brat in a serious sloven manner without thinking how it's the place is countryside where smartphone user is less than that of cities. What's the purpose of that dweeb birth? Trying to give him a spider web in your tangled business bureaucracy?
"Haven't you had not enough of your mature complaint yet?"
"You're about to have an overdose thinking, sensei. I'm purely advocate for myself to be reverent world apart from those who carelessly inviting others wrath."
"It's diaphanous to you than others," compliment Hairen.
"What's, sensei?"
"It's about time to check your smartphone." Hairen's game is always on his prey.
Kazuya's uncommitted by command of commander in chief after all training at supermarket early hours ago. Whoever could say he's distrait because of it? Definitely, very well yes. He's in the game with the demon.
Kazuya could feel vibration in his pocket's pant. Taking it out, the lock screen emitting waking up light for notifications. Read it briefly thinking it wasn't an importance on account but certainly some sentences regarding what questions, answers, curse, and debate in his head is all answered in all that single notification.
The beautiful, ingenious demon smiling slyly in front of him. Feeling winning was nothing to him but a single line that he's creative, waking up someone who's like a newborn baby to the world.
Which part of it supposed to be comedy? He wants to laugh, mad, angry, bashful, embarrassed, and the most hidden emotion of it all is being sad. How that emotion come running through him strongly than others?
Surely, seeing wily smile from Hairen's face does somehow very comely to his eyes. It's more than diaphanous, sensei. It's pellucid, sensei. A stalwart, wave aver he should ever spend more time outdoor exercising to fully blooming himself well.
Hairen's could be dogged if it's about teaching the student who's loved him more than anything, without Kazuya feels abject to it. Spring, the time for baby animals greeting the world and trees begin sporting new leaves.