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Excuse me, my good samurai?
Pardon the intrusion. My name is Usui Yuen.
Is it all right if I ask your name?
I happen to run an odd jobs service in the area...
Merchants of all trades, operating at your service...
The simplest way to think of it would be a group of all-purpose laborers.
There have been rumors of a very stern-looking samurai passing his days here recently,
like the legendary Musashibo himself.
The locals have grown concerned, and hired me to look into the matter.
Why would an individual refined enough to identify himself when asked
be sleeping here, under a bridge, instead of at an inn?
I take it you have cause to avoid prying eyes?
That certainly sounds dangerous.
If anything, that raises more questions.
This place is far too haphazard to hide away in, especially for an oath-breaker.
That makes even less sense, then.
If it was a lawful act committed within your duty, why avoid people under a bridge?
You could return home with your head held high, no?
That explains it.
So, in spite of a job well done, you find yourself unable to return.
I imagine this sort of thing happens when you're a samurai.
Still, you're unlikely to think of a way to resolve things while lurking down here.
Consider it one of the many services I offer.
Have a safe journey.
As I said, we handle all manner of tasks.
Though, as a day job, I also produce maki-e gold-lacquered works, as you can see.
In a business like this, you learn certain things about the Nagasaki underworld.
Things someone like you wouldn't know, at least.
To begin with,