Shimizu: The Season of Ripe Harvest Approaches Again

He wanted to say something, but in the end, he didn't open his mouth, merely watching as Uzuki Yugao pushed the door open and stepped out.

The night breeze blew from outside, and a figure appeared in the darkness.

He did not know how much time had passed; Hayate Gekko looked at his home, now cold and empty, and suddenly felt a touch of loneliness.

"How long until Yugao returns?"

Hayate Gekko muttered to himself, the corners of his mouth curling up involuntarily as he felt he had become just like a child.

Yugao had only just left, yet he was already thinking about when she would be back.

At the same moment, a figure appeared in the living room of the Shimizu Household, kneeling on one knee.

"You've arrived."

Shimizu sat on the sofa, turning his head to look at the approaching Uzuki Yugao, and nodded gently.

Seeing Shimizu nod, Uzuki Yugao stood up properly, then removed her heavy coat, revealing the ninja combat uniform underneath.

Not bad, very not bad.

Shimizu thought to himself.

The Anbu combat uniform fits tonight's theme perfectly.

It is time to conduct some daily training.

In the silent living room, the shadow of the One-Horned Behemoth appeared, looking even more ferocious under the moonlight.

"It is time for the second course of medicine; come here first and tell me the feedback."

Shimizu said.

He then took out the "medicine bottle," which had the ferocious design of the One-Horned Behemoth carved upon it.

Layers of thick lines coiled around the body of the bottle.

The amount of medicine inside the bottle was vast and substantial; only in this way could the illness be cured.

"Yes."

Uzuki Yugao walked over tremblingly to take the medicine bottle from Shimizu.

This was something they had agreed upon