Tutor: The next tenth generation

Outside the hospital of Hesheng Middle School, the Hayato of the Prison Temple was pacing back and forth on the side, looking a little entangled.

If it weren't for the necessity, he really didn't want to deal with this guy Shamal.

But in the current situation, it seems that there is no better way to become stronger except to ask him to teach himself that trick.

Thinking of this, he took a deep breath and raised his hand to knock on the door, when the door was suddenly opened.

"What, I thought it was someone, it turned out to be Hayato!\" Shamar, who was full of alcohol, walked out of the room and was a little surprised to see Hayato in the prison temple.

"Shamal, that ...... I'm coming to you......" Hayato of the Hell Temple was a little speechless.

"What's wrong?, what's the concern?\" Shamal asked as he looked at Hayato in the Prison Temple with some hesitation.

But the next sentence revealed his true nature, and he was serious for only three seconds, and said with a lewd face: "If you want me to say, the best way to solve your troubles is to touch ......

" When Hayato of the Hell Temple heard this, his face turned red, and he was immediately anxious: \"I didn't mean that!\

"\"Oh?, what else is the matter?\" Shamar smiled evilly.

\"I want to ask you to take me as an apprentice. Hayato stared at Shamar with a serious expression.

Although this person looks unreliable, his moves are all learned from him, and only he can make himself stronger.

"Hayato, you're kidding, aren't you? I don't want to be your babysitter. Shamal was stunned.

"I'm serious, so I want to learn your tricks, I ...... I'm willing to do anything, just like before, take me to do some training!\" Hayato from the prison temple looked sincere.

Shamar looked at him, and suddenly fell silent, this little ghost still hasn't changed anything, he is still so desperate, it seems that he still doesn't understand the reason why he left him in the first place.

"Please, Shamal, I really need to get stronger!\" Hayato pleaded again.

"I won't teach you, you can't learn anything, if you're going to talk about this, then please go back!"

Hayato looked angry, but he didn't dare to attack, so he could only stand there and sulk.

He clenched his fists, a little unwilling.

"Even without Shama, I can get stronger on my own. With that, he gritted his teeth, turned around and left the hospital.

......

The Primeval Forest

Hell Temple Hayato practiced alone with a bomb in both hands

, and at this moment his forehead was covered with beads of sweat, and his body trembled slightly, showing his exhaustion at the moment.

\"Boom~\"

After the fireballs drew an arc in mid-air, they fell into his side and surrounded him.

"No, it's a little close!\" Hayato of the Hell Temple was a little remorseful, he had practiced this trick more than a dozen times, but it was unsuccessful.

At this time, he was so tired that he couldn't even stand steadily.

\"I have to get stronger quickly!\"

In the dark, Sawada Iemitsu frowned, this guy is really the most worrying.

There was another person next to him, it was Shamar, and sure enough, he couldn't help but come over.

"Why don't you teach him?" said Sawada Iemitsu with a puzzled expression.

Shamar snorted coldly: "As long as he doesn't understand that truth, even if he dies, I won't care about him."

Sawada Iemitsu shook his head, this guy just has a hard mouth, and he doesn't care and runs over to watch.

Suddenly, a bomb accidentally derailed and flew towards Hayato in the prison temple, and seeing that he was about to be drowned by the explosion,

Sawada Iemitsu sighed and pounced like lightning to save him.

\"Are you alright?, teenager. Sawada Iemitsu patted him on the shoulder.

Hayato looked up at him with a stunned expression on his face: "You...... Who are you...... \"\"

Hehe, I'm an uncle passing by, you don't have to worry about me. Sawada Iemitsu smiled.

Hayato in the prison temple looked confused, not knowing what the situation was with this uncle who suddenly appeared.

Before he had time to think about it, Sawada Iemitsu continued: "In short, you are still young, even if you are not afraid of death, then you should not treat life as child's play, let alone ...... How can people who can't protect themselves protect others?

"\"This ...... I...... I ......" Hayato of the Hell Temple was speechless for a while.

He remembered that when he was a child, he used a bomb to scare off the enemy, but his arm was also injured, and he was going to show off his achievements to Shamar, but he was so angry that he never taught himself anything again.

"Original...... Is it because of this? What I didn't see...... It's my own life!" muttered Hayato from the Hell Temple.

"Okay, now that I understand, then I'll go first, I still have work to do. Sawada Iemitsu smiled faintly, waved his hand, and then turned to leave.

Hayato looked at him in a daze, speechless for a long time.

After a long time, he slowly lowered his head and glanced at the bomb beside him, his eyes becoming determined.

Xia Mar, who had been observing for a long time, saw this scene, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and he walked out of the darkness: "Hey, you don't stand up if you don't die, and you don't want to think about how much time I wasted on you is enough for me to soak in my eyebrows, really." Hearing

this, Hayato of the Hell Temple turned his head and looked at Shamal with a surprised expression, this... Seeing

his surprised look, Shamal pursed his lips and said, "I don't treat my own injuries, I don't treat men

!\"\"Oh oh!\" Hayato of the Hell Temple hurriedly followed.

......

On the grass, Shamar was lying on his side boredly, yawning, and the sky slowly crossed a paper airplane, and an explosion sounded in the air, but the paper plane was unharmed.

"Damn, why can't you hit?" said Hayato with an angry face.

Shamal glanced at him with disdain: "Because your movements are not graceful at all."

\"\"This...... I...... I don't want you to say that. Hayato of the Hell Temple was speechless for a while, this guy said it was calling himself, but he was sleeping on the side, what is the difference between this and when he practiced alone.

Seeing his aggrieved look, Shamal couldn't help but laugh: \"Hey~Hayato...

\"\"It's noisy, what are you going to do?\" Hayato said impatiently.

"Do I want to give you a hint?" said Shamar helplessly.

"Hint?\" Hayato was stunned.

Xia Mar smiled mysteriously: \"Pickle girl~ This is the same as pickle girl...

\"\"Poof!\" Hayato in the prison temple almost didn't squirt out a mouthful of old blood.

Shamal shook his head, took out a paper airplane, and said with a lewd face: "This paper airplane is a beautiful cutie, this bomb is yourself, how are you going to chase her?

"\"You guy!\" Hell Temple Hayato glared at him,\"Who would know this kind of thing, pickled girls have a half-wool relationship with this kind of thing!\"\

"Hehe, so you're still a little ghost, it seems that it will take a while, so go ahead and throw me a paper plane...... Shamar ignored Hayato's angry gaze.

Damn! Hayato of the Hell Temple looked resentful, but he had no choice but to do ......