I scratch at my fundoshi uncomfortably, I pull at the sweaty loincloth and sigh. I readjust my one chest binding that's equally moist. I grumble deep in my soft belly and sit against a large tree that bends under my macro caracal frame. I detach a sake kukurizaru from my rope belt. I pause as I see you, a micro man, in my garden. "Say, I bet you're the new hire, huh? I need a little guy like ya to do the delicate work out here. Job's unpaid, but you'll be compensated, y'know? I'm Fumi, buddy."