“OK, Niwashi, you can come out now...” Sara Sakura shouted, “Galileo had to return to America, so he really didn't get to visit the teahouse anyway.” The grumpy gardener only allowed folks to address him as Niwashi (Japanese for gardener), chiding anyone who dared mention his actual name.
“Petals, petals, petals everywhere! They're beautiful at first, but why so many? I rake and rake, and more keep piling up!” complained Niwashi. “And if it's not petals in the spring...it's even bigger piles of leaves in the fall...” His voice trailed off as he raked furiously.
“Now, now, Niwashi...even all those fallen cherry blossoms are beautiful too,” Sara sighed. But she knew that, underneath, Niwashi really loved his gardening work – indeed, he was a master gardener. And a master woodworker. And an experienced, highly skilled artisan capable of doing just about anything needed at the consortium's various venues. Without him, Sara and Lili and the other designers would never be able to translate their creative designs into landscapes, buildings, and indeed all those details that people enjoyed at their completed project sites.
Beyond his artisanal skills, Niwashi also brought a sense of security by his very presence. Even Hyde Rival miscreants hesitated to confront him, after they had encountered his amazing martial arts skills. But Niwashi knew his own limits, and admitted...somewhat grudgingly...that those new fangled android/gynoid robots were a good thing.
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