A Guide to Teaching the Breathing Techniques of the High School of Conjuration

"This seems to be my home." Katsuobu Yuhito pointed to Yihujian in front of him.

Tsuruhiko said confidently, "That's right, it's your home."

Knotabagi Yuhito was not confused because the other party only spoke half of what he said, and quickly understood.It has been several days since he picked up the mask, and it has been kept at home. The other party knows his name, and there is no reason why he doesn't know where he lives.

"Go in and get the mask, I'll wait for you outside."

Tsuruhiko said lightly, but Yuzu Yujin was startled: "Hey, are you leaving now? I thought you would have no place to go, and you would stay at my house temporarily!"

Tsuruhiko was silent, turning his face away, trying to hide the embarrassment that he had nowhere to go.

Knotweed Youruhito moved his face closer and studied it for a while: "Yes, I'm right."

Tsuruhiko: "..."

"Since there is no place to go, then stay at my house for the time being, anyway, I picked you up!" Knotabagi Yujin showed his white teeth, and invited the person he met for the first time to his home without hesitation.

To be honest, Tsuruhiko didn't plan to meet with Knotweed Yuren before he finished solving all the clones of Bantiangou. After all, he only had one person, but Bantiangou had so many clones. He wasn't sure he could protect Knotweed Home.So even though the Yipingwu was still with Yuzu Yuren, his original plan was to "encounter" other conjurers.

Still looking for a reason to refuse, He Yan suddenly heard a vigorous shout from inside the room: "Youren, you are back from school, who are you talking to outside?"

Knotabagi Yourhito replied immediately: "I brought my friends back."

After speaking, he immediately pulled He Yan inside: "Don't worry, grandpa is very easy-going, you can stay as long as you want."

He Yan was dragged in with a blank expression. If it wasn't for the problem of human design, he really wanted to complain.

Knotweed, is it really appropriate for you, a 15-year-old junior high school student, to have a young friend in your 20s?

In fact, no one cares about this, Knotabagi Yujin doesn't care, and Knotabagi Grandpa doesn't care either.

The old man is still in good health, and he is carrying a gun as if he is planning to do something. When he saw Tsuruhiko, he squinted his eyes because of his presbyopia: "Youren, is this your friend?"

"Yes, I met today!"

"Then let's have fun and do something for young people." The old man carried the gun on his shoulders and went to do his own thing.

He Yan: "..." Did you pass the level so easily?

Knotabagi Yuhito was not surprised by his grandfather's attitude. On the contrary, it was the first time for him to invite friends to his home. Occasionally, he would be invited by his classmates, so what would he do when he brought friends back?

"'Ah, there are comics and games in my room, let's play together!"

Tsuruhiko: "..."

Tsuruhiko: "...the mask."

The over-excited Knotabagi Yuhito slapped his head: "I almost forgot about it."

In the room, Knotaba Yuhito lay on the bed and flipped through the comics several times, while the person he brought back was always looking at the mask he picked up.

"Is it important to you?"

"This is the disaster relief mask made by Mr. Ryotaki." Tsuruhiko rubbed his fingers over the pattern drawn on it. The master's blessing to the apprentice ended up cursing the apprentice. Fortunately, neither Giyu nor Tanjiro told them about it. teacher.

Knotweed Youruhito was thoughtful: "That's a very important thing, and it must be put away carefully."

Tsuruhiko nodded, feeling that what he said made sense, so he put the mask back in the drawer, and then, with Knotaba Yujin's puzzled expression, he took out things from his sleeve and put them into the drawer one by one.

When Tsuruhiko was about to take off the haori and put it in, Kojohito stopped him: "Mr. Tomioka, what are you doing?"

The other party tilted his head, didn't you ask me to put away the important things?

"But if you don't have any clothes, what do you wear?"

Tsuruhiko felt that it made sense, so he put back the haori that had been taken off by one sleeve.

Knotabazu Yuhito heaved a sigh of relief, but was surprised at the contents of the drawer, hair ties, bandages, small dolls... there was actually a bullet!

Fortunately, his drawer is empty and can still be loaded.

"These are all important things of Tomioka-san?"

"Those are things left by my companions, Butterfly, Purgatory, Ganlu Temple, Yihei..." He pointed to his clothes, "This is Satu and sister."

"Do you want to carry the beliefs of your companions with you?" Hirohito Katsuobu understood the meaning without explaining, but there was still a small doubt, "But why didn't you leave the clothes of other companions, Wouldn’t it be good to wear it on the body?” I don’t worry about damage, anyway, it can be repaired.

Tsuruhiko was taken aback, thinking about why Yoshiyuki Tomioka didn't do that.

"...It's ugly if you wear it all on your body."

Having said that, Yuzu Yuhito also imagined the kind of clothes that are stitched together with various fabrics. It is said that the flower planter will wear a lot of fabrics stitched together to pray for the newborn child.

The intention is good, but Knotabagi Yuhito can't imagine Mr. Tomioka wearing such clothes, even if he has a face like that, he can't resist it.

Hurrying to erase the image that he made up in his brain, Yuzuki Yuhito threw the manga on the pillow and changed the subject: "Mr. Tomioka, when are we going to continue looking for those monsters?"

Tsuruhiko was puzzled: "I don't need to cooperate with you."

Regarding the somewhat indifferent attitude of the swordsman, Hirohito Hiroshi didn't care: "But Mr. Tomioka, you are alone, right, it's not good to do things alone."

"Well done." The swordsman was a bit stubborn in this respect.

"Although I'm not as good as Mr. Tomioka, I can help you inquire about information. Mr. Tomioka can't do this alone." Knotaba Yuhito patted Tsuruhiko's shoulder, "Don't worry, I'm here I grew up here! You can find out any news!"

Tsuruhiko was moved. Now that the matter has developed to this extent, relying on Tomioka Yoshiyuki's shell, let alone inquiring about information, he even has some problems communicating with people normally.

After sighing in his heart, Tsuruhiko took a look at Yuzu Yujin: "We are different." He couldn't communicate with people friendly at all.

Knotabagi Yuhito: "Huh?"

"It's already this time." Yujin Yuzhang looked at the alarm clock placed by the bed, and immediately stood up, "Go out for dinner, if you don't go out, grandpa will call someone."

"Grandpa's pickles are delicious. Speaking of which, is there anything Tomioka-san can't eat?"

"There's nothing I can eat here." After all, mantra spirits don't need food.

Tsuruhiko thoughtfully followed behind Yuzu Yujin. If he was righteous, he might not even plan to eat in order to avoid unnecessary things, but the salmon root should be an exception, he can eat as much as he has.

Suddenly, Katsuhiko Yuhito turned around solemnly, pressed Tsuruhiko's shoulder, and called Tsuruhiko with a loud voice: "Mr. Tomioka!"

"Eh?"

"When eating later, try to talk less to my grandpa." Otherwise, he was afraid that grandpa would throw chopsticks at Mr. Tomioka.

"...Oh." Shouldn't he be hated so quickly?

Tsuruhiko followed Katsuhiko Yuren with a lot of worries and appeared, the worrying thing did not happen, the food was indeed set on the table, but Grandpa Katsuhiba was not in the house, but shouted to the inside from the yard: "Youren, come out If so, help me hug the quilt over here, really, what is this little guy doing running so high."

Kunzhang Yujin responded and ran back to the room. Tsuruhiko couldn't wait alone at the dining table, so he went to the yard to see if he needed his help.

In the yard, a thin but hale and hearty old man is standing on it and trying his best to reach the kitten on the beam. It should be a small animal that loves to play but can’t get down. The old man moved to rescue it but couldn’t reach it. Bring the quilt and pick it up.

All the young people can't see the old man doing such a dangerous thing and turn a blind eye, and Tsuruhiko can't do it either, so he went to the bottom of the gun and said, "I can save it."

Grandpa Hu Zhang didn't hear the sound approaching, and was startled when he suddenly found someone standing under the gun.

"I don't need your help, it's just a little thing."

He Yan was not surprised by his answer, after all, this old man hardly bothered the nurse in the ward.But it's not volunteering to back off like this: "I can."

Grandpa Hu Zhang still waved his hand: "I told you I don't need your help."

"I..." Tsuruhiko wanted to say something more.

Grandpa Knotweed who was irritated: "I said no, why are you young people so virtuous!"

It just so happened that Knotweed Yuren came with the quilt in his arms. Grandpa Knotweed simply poked the cat's tail. The frightened little animal couldn't stand still and just fell into the quilt that Knotweed Youren reported.

Grandpa Hu Zhang slowly climbed down the bed, ignoring the hand that Tsuruhiko stretched out to help.

Yuzu Yujin hugged the cat and didn't know what happened: "Grandpa, is our family going to have a cat?"

"The Yamada family next door, they're out on a trip, please entrust this little guy to my care for a few days." After finishing speaking, Grandpa Knotweed walked back to the restaurant with his hands behind his back.

There was food for three people on the dining table. Grandpa Huzhang hadn’t spoken a word to Tsuruhiko since he came in. Watching him slowly drinking a bowl of miso soup, Tsuruhiko wondered if he wanted to I apologize, but when the words came to my lips, the little orange cat who had come down before came over and licked the back of Tsuruhiko's hand lightly.

Tsuruhiko: "!!!"

At this time, Grandpa Hu Zhang suddenly said: "Boy, is this food not to your liking?"

Tsuruhiko quickly shook his head.

Grandpa Huzhang said again: "Thank you just now for your willingness to help, but sometimes, things that can be done don't need your help. I am so old and I am definitely not as good as you young people, but I haven't reached anything yet." When you can't do it."

The old man closed his eyes after taking a sip of a glass of sake: "In short, trust the people around you to do things well, and don't think about solving everything by yourself."

"Got it, boy!"

"……I see."