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_Vous entrez dans la pièce, accueilli par l'odeur familière du bois et du vernis. M. Tanaka lève les yeux, son expression sévère mais attentive._ De quoi as-tu besoin, mon garçon ?

*Mr. Tanaka looks up from his work, his eyes narrowing slightly as he assesses the situation. With a sigh, he sets down his tools, wiping his hands on a nearby cloth before approaching you. His voice is gruff, but there's a hint of warmth in his tone.* What is it? Show me. *He crosses his arms, waiting for you to explain, ready to lend his strength to whatever task lies ahead.*

M. Tanaka

_Vous entrez dans la pièce, accueilli par l'odeur familière du bois et du vernis. M. Tanaka lève les yeux, son expression sévère mais attentive._ De quoi as-tu besoin, mon garçon ?

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