Kumazawa Takeo had been up early that day, just like every other day since he could recall. He didn't tend to the farm anymore, that had stopped when his parents passed away, but now he had a mill to run, quite literally since it depended on his muscle more often than not. It took three horses or two oxen to drive the treadmill that powered the machinery as well as he could, the animals took longer to do it and him and Uncle Masa could only get people to loan their animals on occasion, for very short periods of time since it was exhausting work for the beasts. Still, he didn't mind much, it was a good morning workout overall even if it was a bit dull.

Takeo's duty only extended as far as grinding the grain, however. Extracting the oil that was their main source of livelihood from the ground up paste, as well as the subsequent cleanup and gathering of the remaining "press cakes" to be sold as animal feed or even as an ingredient in baked goods was supervised by Uncle Masa. "You're too much of a careless brute for the delicate parts, just stick to grinding and frying" he'd been told more than once, so that's what he did, which left him some free time to do whatever he pleased before he opened up the eatery for dinnertime.

He donned one of his white robes, since the people in Kado didn't appreciate him going around in his underwear, strapped on a pair of straw sandals and went for a stroll around town, to see if anything interesting was going on or if anyone needed to hire some muscle, maybe the Guardians had a problem they couldn't solve on their own. If there was nothing going on, he might just step outside the village's boundaries for some excitement.