crabs!

With a net in maw, Hattori meandered along the beach. Claws and limbs jabbed at the nets mesh, bodies wriggling and kicking against one another as the bag swayed gently in Hattori's grip. This wasn't his usual means of gathering food for the pantry, but he knew that variety was the spice of stuff. Or at least that's how he thought the saying went, in the common tongue at least.

The ocean breeze rolled in, filling the Kaicho's nose with salty brine and seaweed. The tide was out and kicked up a stink, but even beyond that he could smell Fenmyre in the distance. Thus far Tojo hadn't had much interaction with the outside world and Hattori was more than content for things to remain this way, they weren't bothering anyone so why would they take offence to them in turn?

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