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It had been four weeks since that happened in the Rukongai. Many people were living in temporary accommodation. But now the harvest had been brought in and the labourers could devote more resources to rebuilding.

And so that's where this overcast afternoon found Yoshiya, carting stone from the second to the third. He'd already taken this trip several times today, as had many others. It was tiring labour, his body heated despite the chill in the air, that chill piercing his lungs.

But, he had been employed to do it and thus it was his place at this time, to go to the second, collect the stone that was being mined, then to cart the stone that was currently on his cart (except calling it 'his was a misnomer, it was still the property of his employer) and deliver it to the builders. Thank-you Adam Smith!

Ubaga had officially, and literally, closed up shop. With the wreckage of entire buildings, there was no way he could even think about his bar. Putting one-hundred and ten percent of his attention into development for the new homes would yield a more higher number than if he were to only focus partially and remain working at the bar. Like a floor boss, he manages each construction site. On this street there are four sites, two of which are the only homes that were damaged beyond repair. The other two were fixer-upers and so were last on chain of supply deliveries, being less of a priority.

Ubaga heads down the street, to the next site when he sees a load of supplies being delivered. Quickening his pace, he reaches the site in time to help unload. Ubaga heaves off the wagon enough stone to cause him to release a small grunt. Though as heavy as it is, he manages to retain balance as well as grip, long enough to drop it off neatly next to the other piles. Afterwards he begins to clap his hands while he motivates sternly through a loud bellow, directed at the builders, "C'mon men, we can do this! I want this house up and inhabitable by sun down!"

"Can I count on you lily-asses?!" he shouts at everyone though whilst tugging at the shoulder of a random worker. And then immediately following up behind his rhetorical question was at last: the motivation, "Give me a house and we'll all feast like kings and drink like the roundest of drunkards tonight!" All around morale was boosted, and even if it was just by a percent, Ubaga would make do. Ubaga pulls out bound scrolls of parchment, unraveling them on the nearest table so he can he begin going over the schematics.

Yoshiya sighed as he heard the call to drink. Why was society so deeply run on alcohol? And this guy was going to encourage boozing if they built just one house tonight? He did have to admit, one house was probably a reasonable goal. Indeed, probably fairly ambitious, but there were many houses needing built, and if they hit the bottle tonight, it would be doubtful that they got much work done tomorrow.

Admittedly he would probably get more tomorrow if he was able to work and half the workforce were hungover, but that was a minor positive. It did lead to an interesting thought though. He decided to take a break and contemplate it. He was pretty tired, so he should rest and regain his stamina anyway.

So, with that, he took his staff and bindle-sack off the cart and found a fairly quiet spot to dine, away from all the dust being kicked up, and contemplated.

"How should I be feeling about this? Humanity is despicable because, among other reasons, they run on drink and, in this instance, are going to be unable to erect houses for other humans tomorrow. So, does humanity deserve this? Maybe those who see the labourers drunk tomorrow will become embittered...Still, I doubt they will feel guilt for long."

He sighed, took a bite of his sandwich and washed it down with (non-alcoholic) ginger beer.

After going over the plans once more he beckons over one of the workers. Ubaga begins pointing out key areas with his index finger on the scroll, "You're going to raise the final wall back here. And then afterwards you'll divide half the work force. One half for laying floorboards and installing doors and windows. The other half is to build the roof. I'll be back to inspect the work, so don't cut corners." Once having the orders confirmed by the man he was talking to, Ubaga leaves the site and makes way for next. It is about half way there when, in the corner of his eyes, he spots the town grump in a secluded area. And because the two never conversed (and because just now a hunger growl curls in his gut) he decide to divert himself from work so that he could momentarily get his grub on. Ubaga announces himself about five feet from arrival, "Greetings citizen. Busy day, eh?"

Ubaga retrieves a semi-stale roll from his pocket, nibbling on it while his free hand wanders to the jug of water dangling from his work belt.

An interruption struck Yoshiya's train of thought, derailing it and sending it crashing in a blazing inferno. He raised his gaze to see the form of the jolly fool from earlier approaching him. Now he was closer to Yoshiya, the 'town grump' could see a most disturbing sight. The man was covered in piercings from head to toe. Why? Why on earth would someone do that to themselves? He repressed a shudder. He'd have to reply.

"Aye, and it looks to be a fair few weeks of it too."

Hopefully he could convince him away from the carousing. Heaven knew he didn't need a drunken rabble making noise at night.

"But if not this task, it'd be another. Such is the way of life." he replies before taking a large bite of his roll. As he chews he brings the container of water to his lips to wash the bread down, following up shortly after with a sigh of pleasure. The serving was small but extremely satisfying after a long day's work. Ubaga takes another swig of his drink before saying, "I'm having a bonfire later tonight, for those working on the damaged parts of town. You should stop by, there'll be food and drinks. Bring any loved ones if you wish; there will be alcoholic beverages but I assure you it's just a mild get together of the community." Ubaga was not oblivious to the man's seclusion. He often saw Yoshiya around the Rukongai and through many observations had long ago pegged him as a loner. This would not stop his attempts at making connections with Yoshiya.

Though a shiny array of curse words volleyed at him might..

Food. Yoshiya did enjoy eating, but like any good economist, he had to weigh up the costs and benefits. At least to himself.

One one hand, there was food, at zero price to himself. At least, he assumed at zero price.

On the other hand, there was a rather hot bonfire, opportunity cost from time spent (albeit he didn't really have any other plans for the night) and the presence of alcohol. Indeed, he feared this man may single him out for socialising during the event.

Alcohol raised two interesting points though. He used the term "alcoholic beverages". Why not just say beer or whatever? And the but. How had he known Yoshiya was an avid teetotaller. It wouldn't be common knowledge, and he had acted like a crazy drunk to get people off his case. Had this man been watching him? Yoshiya had to be more alert...

The other was that of contradiction. Earlier this man had said " we'll all... drink like the roundest of drunkards tonight!" but tonight was a barbecue for the community, according to him. This man could not be at both events at the same time. So, either he was lying to Yoshiya or to everyone else. Yoshiya suspected the former.

Still, he hid a smirk at the mention of "loved ones". Love was an alien concept to Yoshiya. A meaningless word. A folly of a feeling. Still, if he used a broad definition of the term "loved one", he could apply it to one person, that being the lady Yggdrasil. Well, there was one other lady, but... No. He dismissed that. Perhaps there was some love there, but he hadn't spoken to her in so long, and barely spoke to her before that. He wasn't even sure if she was still alive. But of course, that was irrelevant.

What was relevant was what was going on. Yoshiya had no intention of going, but he needed more information to see if he needed to prepare for a horde of drunkards. Heh, to think that repairing that last horde would cause another one...

"When and where is it?" he said in a low voice, not showing any interest or disinterest.

"It'll be at my bar, but because it's going to be a large gathering it will take pace in the street. It has already been arranged to close down trafficking in that area just for tonight so we could set-up. Everything will be supplied and cooked by my bar, or rather.. just me." he chuckles toward the end while shaking his head lightly. Cutting his chuckle short, he continues, "The precise location from here would be a long shot down the main street right here," he's pointing over to the right aimlessly, "Take that street up until it ends, hang a left and go on that way until you reach your second right. On that last street is where the get together is being held."

"So, will you be in attendance, misterrr-?" he asks.

"You own a bar?" Yoshiya was unaware of who this man was and what he did. A millenium and a half of being a hermit did not mean one knew many of his fellow Rukons.

Still, it was a tempting offer. If he was providing the food, then he may be too busy to bother Yoshiya. He could grab food and go. They were expecting a crowd, so he could hide in it. It sounded simple enough. But he had to get his timing right on this one. He had to arrive when there were sufficient crowds, but before everyone got drunk. And he had to balance crowd against queues too. It would be tight, but if he got his timing wrong he could always abort.

Still, he couldn't move again until this man responded to his move.

"Indeed I do. It is thee most profitable establishment in the Third District and fourth-most in the Rukongai as a whole, over 60% of all earned profit is invested back into the community. I bring this up because I noticed you were one of the delivery men bringing in stone and thought it'd be, at least, in common decency to introduce myself." Ubaga says, wondering as to why he wasn't answered on if Yoshiya would be in attendance or not. It was a little troublesome that he couldn't even get a simple no. Maybe Yoshiya was coming but was avoiding revealing this because he was planning an assault. This man very well could be a rebel. Under normal circumstances Ubaga would not think ths way, but it's just the way he was being responded to that made him feel the need to. Not for his sake, but for the other guests.

Without expressing any concern or worry, he goes on to question Yoshya's work status,"You know, I have a contract out with Filbert for the delivery of stone supplies. The reason for such is because, for a long time coming, I have had a very fruitful business relationship with this man. Over the years I've dealt with every employee he's had or still has. You, I don't remember. So I take t you are the temporary help?"

It was not uncommon for bandits to take on temporary job positions. The opposite, rather.

"Aye, indeed I am." Yoshiya paused for a moment whilst he took another bite of his sandwich. "Going from job to job, wherever I am required." He let out a small chuckle. "I will say though mate, most profitable business in the district? I've lived a fair few years, how come I ain't heard of you? Or am I really living that far buried under a rock?"

There were three possibilities. a) Either this man was outright lying. b) There was some technicality involved in this statement. c) Yoshiya REALLY had his head buried under a rock. Actually, make that four. He could be mistaken.

Indeed, how could he know? As far as Yoshiya was aware, most businesses didn't publish their books, or indeed keep them. And even then, it was an odd thing to say about the bar. Who, when making light conversation to someone who was not an investor, mentioned its profitability of all things? Yoshiya wasn't even sure that the market was sophisticated enough to have investors. He recalled reading the theory in a book, but wasn't aware of any actual cases of it.

Something was really fishy. He could probably force the man back far enough with his staff to give himself time to get up if he needed to. But he was getting ahead of himself. "Just smile and nod Yoshiya, smile and nod."

Yoshiya wasn't a bandit afterall because to be doing temporary manual labor you'd have to be a low-level thug or just a man with lack of commitment. It was in his voice though, those short halfed-ass replies that revealed his age. Not directly or even technically close but enough to make a judgement with the help other previously made observations. Without making his thoughts known, he simply replies on cue without prodding, at least not directly, at his work status, "Of course there are no direct comparisons, but I keep track of my own business. I have good ideas as to what other's make because it's what I do. I'm a business man." Now what he said was only partially true because at heart, what Ubaga did was hunt. Though one could easily make a connection between the two worlds. Given his keen intellect and overall civilness, combined with the undying will of a huntsman, you'd get a money hungry madman. However a balance is within his heart that, on a daily basis, he shows overwhelming kindness to the less fortunate. "My books are open to the public, though it isn't within ink - nor words - that will convince you, or the public. This much I know."

"Do you know anything about structure layout?" he asks while drawing out a scroll from his his work satchel. Ubaga doesn't extend the parchment out but instead shifts it from left to right, answering his rhetorical question, "These are the key items to projects that expand across the entire Rukongai. Well, ideally. These ones here are specifically made for rebuilding the aftermath of the destruction. Anyways, I have a point: currency. Gold. One would think the business that holds the most gold is the most profitable however that is untrue, that simply makes them the wealthiest. It is the one who rakes in the most business that is most profitable. Now, I know for a fact you're already summing this all up as bullshit. Because how can a BBQ Shack do all this and why would I care to let you know?"

"Right?" he says sarcastically.

"It isn't the BBQ Shack where the money is made. You can say it was the base, the source of income which previously funded my enterprise. See, I have this uncanny knack for craftsmanship that I developed as child and in this day and age it has been an skill easy to manipulate. I make these structure layouts and sell them as projects. Each layout print is going for a thousand to upwards of ten thousand pieces of gold. But I m a man of sentimental nature, it is my preference to stray from a life of luxury. So I devised a plan, a cycle of projects. When one project is finished, proceeds are divided and forwarded into two different funds. Resources and General. So as you may now understand, I am not wealthy, I'm profitable. I have fifty pieces of coin in my pocket. But to my name, I have more pieces of coin than I'd bother to count." He was kidding of course, he kept his financial situation on a tight leash.


"Lastly why would I explain myself to you, or anyone? Well it's simple, I have an open mind, I just gave you the benefit of the doubt. You seem bitter, distant and lone but you are nonetheless a citizen of this land and it is only fair to answer you truthfully, in detail." Ubaga was just about to offer Yoshiya a job when he realized it could very well imply a pity handout in this situation, so he didn't. He knew that if Yoshiya was strapped for gold than he'd ask for himself. Afterall, Ubaga is an employer just like Filbert.

"I guess one could say you have had your head buried under a rock," he replies with a soft chuckle.

This...was surprising. So surprising that he was visibly taken aback. He had not expected this man to have such a keen knowledge of business and economics. And his books were publicly viewable...Yoshiya could see what he could garner from them, see if he still remembered how to do this. It had been many moons since he had exiled himself from Seireitei. But he had to compose himself.

He opened his retort with a laugh.

"You do seem to know a fair bit about business, mate." He took a sip of his drink. "Wouldn't mind to give those books an eyeball, see if I can get anything from them." He let out another laugh before continuing.

"I'll admit to you here and now, I know next to nothing about architecture. I guess that's why I'm carting the stone, rather than placing it. What I do know though is that there are few...watchamacallem," He scratched his brow as he mocked trying to remember this piece of jargon, "...variable costs in it. Profit is revenue minus costs, and I'm sure you're making a pretty mark-up on those. Still, I'm wondering how you stop people from copying your designs." He wasn't about to use the word 'intellectual property', he'd already used one piece of jargon, and he couldn't afford to give this man any more indication of his past.


He looked at this man, then had a moment of realisation. "Are you offering me a job? I mean, if you need me and the pay is good, then I'll consider it. But there's plenty of work about, and I'm more of a manual labourer. I don't require employment specifically."

He reclined a bit. "Heh, I am distant, and that's why I take odd jobs. I don't end up getting familiar with anyone. I'll be honest, I have probably said more words to you now than I have everyone else combined in the past week. I'll spare you the philosophy, but that's the way I like it. If you need assistance, I'll do what I can to provide it, but I am not looking for any social interactions."

"Idiot Yoshiya, you've said too much. Still, one more blow."

He lowered his gaze into one of his infamous glares.

"I will say this though, there are families about, I would prefer it if you would refrain from swearing. I had an argument with someone else over it at the start of the month, and that was during the invasion that caused all this. It wasn't appropriate then, and it certainly is not appropriate now."

"Still, I'm wondering how you stop people from copying your designs."

"Ahhh, well, how can I provide you with an explanation that doesn't sound like I'm bragging? ... I guess I can't explain, but I do have an example. Do you know what a soulbound object is?" Ubaga asks before taking a pause, wondering where Yoshiya could best serve if employed. That is when, like a sack of bricks, it hits him. He remembers having once seen Yoshiya get into a scrap. Although Ubaga couldn't remember who won, just that Yoshiya had the guts to brawl. "Hm, sure. But if you work for me, you'll have sign a contract. In it states your duties, pay wage and a set of rules. These rules are mutually beneficial to our contract relationship. There is no need strain the details of this contract as I am not asking for your physical, or verbal, agreement as of right now. I will have the document written and presented to you by tonight's gathering. At that point you can look it over and we can discuss adjustments either then or the next day."

"I will say this though, there are families about, I would prefer it if you would refrain from swearing. I had an argument with someone else over it at the start of the month, and that was during the invasion that caused all this. It wasn't appropriate then, and it certainly is not appropriate now."

"Apologies, I suppose. Sometimes my vocabulary tends to stretch back to when I was younger. I understand your preference and will respect it."

Yoshiya barked at the man.

"No, no swearing ever. Morality is not relative to company, culture, place or time. Otherwise it is meaningless. So please, do not swear, ever. Not because it is my preference, but because it is right." He did admit that sometimes it could be beneficial for intimidation, but he wasn't about to explain nuances to

That was one thing taken care of.

"Now, as for soul binding...." Yoshiya picked up his staff from the ground and channelled his reiatsu through it, transforming the forward end into a shovel, and the back into a rake. He then set it down. "Helps with work in the First. Now, are you suggesting you soul bind all your plans?" That was, as far as he was aware, impossible. He had only ever seen Rukons with one soul bound object. It would be an unprecedented result, and his old third instincts demanded this be researched. Of course this may require getting close to the man, a situation undesirable for Yoshiya.

Speaking of papers and getting close, he feared the man had not listened to him regarding the matter of the job.

"As for the work, I should reiterate that I work day to day. Sometimes I take on work for a week or so. It is rare I am under the same employment for a month. I have no problem with a contract in itself, but don't be looking for a permanent employee in me. If you need extra help for a day or two, then that is when you hire someone like me. Secondly, I should state that I will probably not be working for you until after the work here is done. I'll admit, farming does tend to slow down a bit in these months, so I may talk to you then."

Of course, after the tripe the man had just spouted, he had little intention of working for him. The man had made a good last move, but this one was as awful as his others.

"Thirdly, and finally, I don't think tonight is a good night to talk business, not with your party on. You'll be busy, and it will be too loud to discuss business. Honestly, I am surprised you even suggested it. Furthermore, I don't believe you have given me your name."

His patience was wearing thin, and he desperately wanted this chat to be over. This man appeared to be little more than hot air. Maybe he was some sort of rebel trying to recruit Yoshiya? He wasn't a fan of the Shinigami, to be sure, but he did have to wonder this man's motivations and why he wanted Yoshiya. Yoshiya did not find any great use in him.

Ubaga raises a brow at the transformation, it was interesting to say the least. "Hm, that could be handy in the field." he says while stowing away the scroll so that he could retrieve a talisman hung around his neck, under his clothing. When removing the trinket, Ubaga secures the string around base by firmly gripping by the base. By bestowing upon the inanimate object a familiar touch of reiatsu, Ubaga grants it temporary life. Figuratively speaking, of course. Though while lacking a will, it sure comes to life coloration. Three strips of green reiatsu elongate forth up until reaching a fair two foot length. This when the top of each formed rod curves in form until a thick, outer-circle of reiatsu is formed. "As you can see, the function is far from being helpful in such plans." In the midst of talking, he deactivates his soulbind and holds the trinket at Yoshiya's eye level. "It's just an example of my work. If you look closely then you can start to notice the extensive craftsmanship. So to answer your question: to copy something as picturesque as any of my designs would be to forgo the minimum - or even maximum - amount of required resources by double and sometimes even triple the expenditure. Basically, it isn't worth it because my designs are so unique to my touch that even having had spent a decent chunk of gold, it would be for nothing. Because who's going to pay more gold for only 99% of the completion?"


Once having answered the question, Ubaga moves to address the concern. "Your words have not left me and I don't need them repeated. The contract, once signed, is set to expire on only two terms. The frst is breaching any and all requirements. This includes duties and rules. The second is you having had out-lasted the contract's expiration date. At the set date the binding grip of this contracted is terminated and thus so is your obligation to serve me. So, with that said we move on to the matter regarding your current responsibilities with Filbert. By day's end you will have fulfilled your duties, you'll go home and you'll wait for the next day's duties. Who's to say you need to be back under Filbert's employment tomorrow when you can work for me, making more money? You say that and with one reason, assisting in the rebuilding. But if I diminish your reason with a solution then your need dissolves into a want."

Ubaga was a little weary of sharing his name, "The gathering will be calm enough to discuss business. So please refrain from retreating to the implication of this being a rowdy, noise-polluted gathering of drunkards. And please don't deny it, it's been all over your face since I first brought the event up. Any attendees who are abusive of the alcohol will be escorted out of the affair." Now, Yoshiya didn't have to say anything to Ubaga. All day the wives of men and mother of children have been coming to Ubaga with the same concern and it was in each complaint that held the same expression: doubt. "I understand if you don't attend due to individual differences, but you have no personal reason to oppose my word. If you are not in attendance, this does not void my offer. I will present the papers to you at another time, unless you specifically deny the offer"

Ubaga notices the man's uncomfortable posture, he was positioned in a tense manner that started to make Ubaga think Yoshiya wanted to finish his lunch alone. Maybe to dwell in thought. "'Name is Ubaga, but people call me Mr. Yamakoshi." he says while wandering back to work.

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"Pursuit", Phoenix Wright.

Yoshiya had had enough. He had enough of the drivel and the tripe coming from the mouth of this cretin. His short temper was legendary, and it had snapped.

He finished off the rest of his sandwich, took another swig of his drink to wash it down, and took his staff, forming each end back to its default point, then using it to bring himself back to his feet.

"Who are you? You are full of nonsense. First of all, we are not building Seireitei here! How can ANY building in the Rukongai have plans as complicated as you so boast? Or have I misinterpreted your use of the word 'picturesque'? The houses here are basic, and are little more than 4 walls and a roof. Have you added costs on making them look pretty? I tell you, I know of a good number of forgers about, and I cannot conceive of how you can make something that can defeat them. Heck, anyone decent at drawing could copy out a plan. Now, I apologise in advance if I have gotten something COMPLETELY wrong, but anyone who buys from you is a mug!" He had raised his voice at those last three words.

"Secondly, yes, I am concerned about this gathering of yours. Because one of the first things I heard you declare to the men here was that they would "drink like the roundest of drunkards." Now tell me, how does that qualify with your assurances that it won't be rowdy and noise polluted? And I fear what tonight will be like if you turf them onto the streets." Of course, he had plenty of witnesses to this man's earlier statement, and now would be a good time to use them. This motivated his next move. He called out to the other men working the site.

"Hey, boys! This guy here promised that you'd get completely smashed, right?" He looked smug, leaning back on his staff, confident he had this man beat. If not, (he had already given the man a once over) it would probably be a fairly even match, but Yoshiya suspected he could come out on top. Of course, it would hopefully not come to blows, injuries may put him out of work for a while.

But before that, he had to deliver one more verbal strike, a finishing move, so to speak, a few more sentences to end this phase of the argument, if not the whole argument itself.

"So, Mr. Yamakoshi, or whatever your name is, I do have a personal reason to oppose your word. You are a blowhard, your sentences are in contradiction to each other. I have half a mind to point at you and yell objection! I do not trust you, and that is my personal reason. As such I shall not be in attendance tonight, and I shall not be working for you in the foreseeable future. So what if Filbert doesn't need me tomorrow? There will be someone else who needs workers. And if not, maybe I'll spend my day breaking rocks or chopping wood, and sell it to someone. Maybe I'll go for a walk. Maybe I'll laze about the house. But let me tell you, I do not need you or your employment, nor your gold. You want a project, because that's all I am to you, isn't it? You go find someone else to bother."

He took his staff and walked back in the direction of the cart, his fury giving him the energy to get back to work, keeping an ear open should Ubaga try to take a swing at him.

"You are a very doubtful old man, and to begin with, I had not even a single thought that you'd understand. If you doubt my work without even taking so much as a look, you're ignorant and if you doubt my word without giving me the chance to prove, then you are as distantly paranoid as you are ignorant." Ubaga replies. It was when Ubaga nearly exited the area when Yoshiya calls out to the workers, causing him to not turn but to stop briefly in his tracks. To Yoshiya's disappointment, his words are only heard by a few people passing by to go on break. It was due to their secluded position away from the actual work sites. Though the few informed had mistaken the verbal quarrel crossfire as an invitation and proceeded happily away from the scene as they were. Ubaga laughs abruptly while shaking his head, stopping the combination to look over his shoulder, "That bone your picking, it's small. Trivial. That chip you bear on your shoulder, it's pathetic. Having said that, I'm going force-feed you some much needed advice." Normally, Ubaga was a nice guy however like every other being, he had certain buttons that when pressed would wash away every ounce of good intentions he had.

"Tonight, when you're wallowing in the thicket of your own sadness, you should go outside and use that walking stick to dig yourself a ditch that you can sleep in. You know, that way it fills up overnight with your overwhelming sorrow and by some chance you would have been smothered to death. All in all, doing us citizens the favor of having not to share in your despair. Now if you'll excuse me, I have work to attend." Having been at the edge of a corner, he walks around it and is out of sight with a couple seconds of announcing his leave. Ubaga casts his gaze around the sites he's passing, up until arriving at the fourth. One of the houses damaged on a much smaller scale. Ubaga retrieves a scroll with a number matching the marked site. He heads in and unravels the scroll on the nearest table, simply identifying where repairs were being made. Holes in the walls and ceiling. Rolling the documents back up, he starts looking around to inspect. All wall damages were mended and it seemed all that was left was the giant hole in the ceiling. He begins debating on fixing or renewing the roof. Damages were extensive and it could cost him more money in the long run if he had to build a new roof after failing to mend it.

He taps his chin, "Better replace it tomorrow, not enough sunlight left to spend," while talking to himself.

It was the final move, and Yoshiya did not think that responding would be the optimum strategy, so he continued walking. Ubaga could have shown him an example if he so wished, instead he showed Yoshiya a talisman, keeping the parchment bound. Yoshiya did have to concede that the talisman did look rather intricate, but he did not see its applicability to the plans. Sure, perhaps this man could produce beautiful structure layouts, but it was inconceivable that the level of intricacy he may be capable would be required. Indeed, it may distract from clarity, and make it harder to follow.

It was probable, and Yoshiya could not logically conceive of what these plans were like. Ergo, it was probable Ubaga was a blowhard.

Still, it was pleasing to see the confusion upon the face of the workers upon his declaration. He was aware of his untruths. May Ubaga experience discomfort.

Yes, he was a nit picker, but the man had made a contradiction and a logical implausibility. He had not known him for fifteen minutes, but already he had spewed out much deceit.

Still, it was a success. Ubaga had learned an important lesson, and that was not to bother Yoshiya Watson. The offer had been withdrawn, and he would hopefully stop watching him. All in all it was a very successful lunch.

Telling Yoshiya to go kill himself amused him. Especially sparing citizens from his despair. It was Ubaga who had approached him, not the other way around.

Yoshiya tossed his staff into the cart, and took hold of it, pulling it back to the second. He was confident the ruckus would be far enough away from his home that he wouldn't be affected. Hopefully it would be a quiet night.

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Yoshiya made a few more trips that day, but did not run into Ubaga again.

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As it's been a week without update, Dect is being exited in accorance with Activity Rules here. As those rules state, because he posted an absence and presumably has been incapable of posting for a week, he will not be docked points. However, it is to be noted that Box presence is grounds for waiver of Absence, so next time, it would be wise to update the absence thread when making an appearance.

Thread closed, points are as follows.

Yoshiya - 10 + 1 = 11

Ubaga - 9 + 1 = 10

Points added.