And so, the hectic screw-assembly romance activity began.
"Hanzo of the Salamander, I'm too old to be making a fool of myself," Chiyo said, looking calmly at him.
"Old hag, I don't want to disgrace my reputation either. Hmph." Hanzō snorted.
So the two made up their minds to sit together without moving a muscle...
"Why aren't you two working? Don't you know how?" Asura made his rounds, reached their spot, and walked over to ask the two elders.
"Uh, I don't know how, and this old fool doesn't know a damn thing either." Chiyo paused, then hastily came up with an excuse.
Asura narrowed his eyes, the corners of his mouth lifting.
I, Asura, have figured it out!
These two elders have clearly had an argument! That won't do! I've led tour groups for so many years, and my positive review rate is ninety-nine percent. How can I let something like this happen?
"Hehe, Grandpa, Grandmother, let's calm down, okay? No arguing. At your age, what's the point of getting so worked up, right? Tell you what, let's stop being angry, and I'll help you do it." Smiling, Asura stepped between the two elders and tried to soothe them.
Hanzō and Chiyo exchanged a look... Well... They had no choice...
And so...
"Hanzo of the Salamander! Bring out that damned salamander of yours again, and I'll kill you!"
"Old hag, what do you know? With Ibuse helping, I get twice the work done in half the time, understand? I've also got a little salamander that died a few days ago. I made him into a specimen. Stick him onto a screw later, and it's bound to look great!"
"Aaaaargh! Hanzo of the Salamander! I'll kill you! Puppet Technique: Manipulating Attack Blades!"
"Poison Spray!"
Asura watched the two elders