The day had brought him to this particular city, he was upon the way back to the order but found himself in no need to rush back to everything the order brought. More exhaustion and frustration awaited him there, but the amount had significantly lessened over the previous months. He found himself productive again, thankfully. The slump had been terrifying, as had the strain of losing most familiar things.
He dressed casually, his favorite green Yukata donned as he walked the streets. He soon found himself in the midst of a dispute. Something about fraudulent purchases. He approached and watched… an elderly gentlemen, a woman of her age and of course the shop keeper.
“I have a proper mind to inform the authorities if the young ladies accusation is true.” Daichi chimed in, a cautious gaze upon the shop keeper. “…What is the item in question?”
head perked upon hearing another person chiming into the ordeal; kaganichi turned to see a man in a green yukata. a neutral party, it seemed, although it was probably what the fiery woman needed at the time. a sheepish tug of her lips when reminded that there were special people that dealt with these kinds of things; people called authorities. right.
“…right!,” word leaving her mind to her mouth. “tell this guy what you’re trying to sell, mister fraud.” eye narrowed at the shopkeeper as she leaned forward, unconsciously pushing back the elderly a few.
the shopkeeper grumbled under his breath, smacking the table as if to tell kaganichi to watch herself. “…as i was telling my patient customer, what i have here is an ionian habenaria radiatas. this beautiful, orchid-looking flower is hard to find these days, as they’re residents to bogs and wetlands– you’d have to travel far to find those that haven’t been turned into rice patties. much more, they take a good 4 years to grow. you understand that much, don’t you? why they’re worth so much?”
kaganichi bit her lip in response to a confident, cocky grin. the storekeeper knew more than she had anticipated, and she’d worry that the witness would leave– how could she explain that she just absolutely knew, from the bottom of her heart, they weren’t real?
a hidden jar of white paint, trimming scissors, and some orchids in the back caught her eye. without a second’s hesitation, the woman bent over the counter, shoving the man to the side and pointing at the evidence’s direction.
“no way those are radiatas, you’re totally just cutting up regular orchids!” she yelled, wrestling the storekeeper. “you couldn’t make it to the wetlands even if you tried!”
