"Ah!"
"This is such a pain..."
"We'd finally sorted the apples by type, and now they've all gotten mixed together... You can't tell which is which just by looking at them!"
"Now we're done for!"
"But... Huoan, surely you can tell them apart?"
"Easy for you to say!"
"Look, we just took the packaging off to wash them, and now they've gotten mixed together. They all look exactly the same! How am I supposed to tell them apart?"
"So what do we do?"
"I don't know..."
In the warehouse by the beachside pier—a large building used for storage, selling goods, and living in—Huoan, a traveling merchant by the sea, and Zac, his deliveryman, were crouched on the floor, fretting over a pile of apples that had fallen and gotten all mixed up.
These weren't ordinary apples. They were the amazing "Super" apples, "Hyper" apples, and "Angel" apples, special apples that retailed for a full 500G each! Huoan usually sorted them by type and sold them individually, but now... somehow, they'd gotten mixed together, and there was no way to tell them apart.
"Forget it!"
"No one will care, and no one can tell the difference anyway. We'll just sort them however we like. That's right, that'll do. Quick, Zac, I'll get the packaging. Let's hurry up and sort them out before anyone else comes in!"
"Huh?"
"But, Huoan, this doesn't seem right."
"What's wrong with it? They all cost 500G each, and I'm not passing off ordinary 50G apples as the special ones. Besides, no one can taste the difference. We'll just do it this way, unless you can tell them apart..."
"!?"
Just as the unscrupulous merchant Huoan and the visibly ashamed deliveryman Zac had gathered up all the special apples scattered across the floor and put them in