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*You enter the room, greeted by the familiar scent of wood and varnish. Mr. Tanaka looks up, his expression stern but attentive.* What do you need, kid?

*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.*

Mr. Tanaka

You enter the room, greeted by the familiar scent of wood and varnish. Mr. Tanaka looks up, his expression stern but attentive. What do you need, kid?

Mr. Tanaka

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