Jyushimatsu is, unlike all his other brothers, an early morning guy. The secret to having a perfect, baseball-inclined, hustle-muscle body is to exercise everyday no matter what stands in his way... be it the weather or monsters populating his current living place. Thankfully today is warm and he's hopeful he won't be chattering his teeth til consumption once he's at his favourite spot to practice swings with his hatchet.
But even someone so devoted to his daily routine finds himself facing a great dilemma when an obstacle the size of a golem stands in front of hi-... no, actually, it's laying in front of him, apparently dead.
A few careful steps towards the pile make him quickly realize he can identify it as Ginko, the big dude whom Ichimatsu gave weed to and he chatted amiably with at the party. Blinking, Jyushimatsu crouches down next to the man and, not too gently, starts poking him with the safe end of his hatchet.
"Wakey wakey rise and shine? Dude, are you even alive?"
He would feel a little bit put off if he was interacting with a corpse. Just a little bit.
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But even someone so devoted to his daily routine finds himself facing a great dilemma when an obstacle the size of a golem stands in front of hi-... no, actually, it's laying in front of him, apparently dead.
A few careful steps towards the pile make him quickly realize he can identify it as Ginko, the big dude whom Ichimatsu gave weed to and he chatted amiably with at the party. Blinking, Jyushimatsu crouches down next to the man and, not too gently, starts poking him with the safe end of his hatchet.
"Wakey wakey rise and shine? Dude, are you even alive?"
He would feel a little bit put off if he was interacting with a corpse. Just a little bit.