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."

Geppu had been there as well, having taken up one of the long paintbrushes and begins to paint the south wall with the heimin, providing a second coat where necessary and touching up areas with a bit more finesse that the peasants may have missed.

With the sun coming out to shine and the temperature climbing already, Shokomaru removed his uniform shirt, leaving just the tank top beneath as he and the heimin cracked concrete iron. He called out teams in order, moving efficiently as a group to clear away the most at once as possible.

going their third hour of work at that point, even he was starting to feel the strain, but he wiped his brow at kept swinging his pick and calling orders.