That evening, an "uninvited guest" came to Hanzo's home.
"What are you doing here? Why aren't you staying properly in the hospital?" Hanzo asked in surprise as he looked at Zhou Yang, who was wrapped in bandages like a mummy.
Without saying anything else, Zhou Yang merely threw Hanzo a flirtatious wink.
"Get lost. I don't like men!"
"Neither do I!"
"Then what was that wink supposed to mean?"
"I thought you'd understand, given how well we know each other?" Zhou Yang said, tossing him another wink.
"Get lost. If you want to freeload a meal, just say so. Stop showing off like that; you're practically blinding me."
"See? We really do understand each other!" As Zhou Yang spoke, he slowly shifted himself down from his wheelchair, plopped down in front of Hanzo, and then set a bowl he had somehow produced onto the table with a clang.
Looking at the "bowl" before him, Hanzo's eyelid twitched wildly. So he had even brought his own equipment?
Seeing Hanzo's expression, Zhou Yang asked strangely, "What? Never seen such a big bowl?"
The veins on Hanzo's forehead instantly bulged. "You call that a bowl? That's clearly a basin!"
Feeling the spittle spraying toward him, Zhou Yang wiped himself off in disgust. Some of it had landed directly on his bandages, though, and that could not be wiped away. "Teacher Hanzo, you're already such a grown man. Could you at least mind your image? Look at all that spit. Good thing it's me. If it were someone else, they might complain about you."
"You're the only one who can make me this angry! Anyone else? Would they dare?"
"Yes, yes, yes. You're the Demi-God, invincible and unmatched, the pinnacle of the Ninja World. This kid can act like this only because of Teacher's