The rays of heat coming overhead were nearly intolerable within the Shantytown. Happy to leave his fine clothes behind this time around Nakaba is instead dressed in proper mechanic clothing ready for a day of hard work. Wakizashi at his side as his strongest indicator of status. Comfortable in a way but that doesn't help the sweat building on his brow causing his hair to cling to his skin irritably. Damn slums already smell rancid without proper air circulation and this heat just made it so much worse.

Accompanying some brotherhood monks, the young crab helps by distributing bottles of water to the people. Occasionally dropping to hear their troubles and return to attempt a repair on some of these decaying buildings if it would bring a small comfort to these poverty ridden souls. Until then he remains set among the crowd handing out as many supplies as he could.