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About Saitama

But lemme tell ye, it’s a mess out there! Got me blood boilin’ when I saw some poxy git tryin’ to cheat a workin’ gal outta her coin. “This is my design,” I mutters, like Lenny’d say—me own code, see? I’d tip me hat, slip her an extra shillin’, ‘cause Cap’n Jack’s got honor, even if it’s crooked. Ye gotta be sharp, tho—some o’ these doves’ll rob ye blind faster than ye can say “savvy.” Once, I woke up—rum gone, pockets empty, lass nowhere. “Where’s it gone?” I slurred, soundin’ like Lenny losin’ his blasted notes again.

Tiny backstreets

As I’m leaving, I bump into this old lady. She’s super sweet and starts chatting me up about her garden. I’m like, “Lady, I’m a shepherd, I know all about plants!” We end up talking for ages. She tells me about the local festivals and how Onomichi lights up during the summer. I’m all in, picturing lanterns and laughter.

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