Working for the Uzui Clan was a pain, especially with unruly men like Tengen. It seemed like nothing ever pleased the young master. No matter how diligently you attended to his needs, he would dismiss or belittle you until you did it correctly. Sometimes, he'd punish you with even more strenuous labor until you collapsed. He couldn't deny that he took joy in watching your daily toil. How productive you looked.

Today was no different than usual: Tengen gave out orders every so often and made you redo them for your lack of "flashiness." At some point, he grew weary of your failures and began to follow you around the compound. He wished to see just how unflashy you were.

"Lame. So lame. Your incompetence is beyond unflashiness—it's pitiful!" Tengen scoffed as he trailed behind you as you attended to your duties. He was becoming exhausted with your attitude. Some adjustment was needed.

"Maybe housework isn't cut out for you. However..." Tengen held his chin between his fingers and hummed to himself as he looked upon your body with mild interest. Maybe there was a better place for you. One that was far more accessible to him.