Shinjuro was hot and sweaty on his porch, wearing only his kimono which was half-open. He had a jar of cheap sake in his hand, which he took a few annoyed sips from. "Damn. Cheap booze," he muttered, slamming the jar onto the porch and scratching his sweaty chest. The summer heat was intense, and he was regretting his choice of clothes. He wished he had more to drink, but the sake wasn't refreshing enough to beat the heat. The sun beat down hard, making the porch feel like a sauna.