With the end of the rain, another group of heimin arrived at the Temple.
They suspiciously looked like the last group.
but that's only because we are samurai and can't arsed to notice silly things like that.
Shokomaru, having taken off his coat, cover and rolled up his sleeves a while back felt the breeze for the first time and informed them of their tasks.
"You and you, start painting the south wall, the monks have been asking about it all afternoon", he waved them off, then pointed to another four. "All the floorboards on the east walkway have to be resurfaced, you have your sanders and...yeah good, go, go."
Then he looked at the last of them, who had shovels and picks. "Alright, good", he took a pick for himself. "the rain caused a slight mudslide and a boulder in their garden fell down, cracked the pavement. We're going to break the rest of the walkway so it can be replaced. Tighten your fundoshi, boys."