It was enough to take his mind off things, if nothing else.

From noon until evening, Arata, with the blessings of the foreman and the construction crew, transported all the building materials and the vehicles to the Tower. Throughout the day, a rumbling could be felt by all those sensitive to such things, and if they chose to search for the source of that sensation, they’d find a blond youth carrying a ridiculous amount of construction materials on his back as he stomped from the Town to the Tower. His footsteps were imprinted onto the concrete pavement, his straw sandals pretty much destroyed from all the weight that was placed on it, but, other than the occasional grunt of exertion, he didn’t appear to be tired at all.

By the time the sun was beginning to set, the relatively short Tower that served as the home for a bat-girl was circled by various construction materials and vehicles, from steel rods to concrete blocks to bags of cement to literally everything else. It almost appeared excessive, as if they were planning on demolishing and rebuilding the Tower, instead of simply patch up a few holes.

But the vision that Arata shared with the foreman had lit the older man’s fighting spirit, and perhaps, the renovations that were soon to occur would actually closer to demolition and reconstruction.

And, coincidentally, the main entrance to the Tower was completely obstructed by all the materials that the oni had unceremoniously dumped in the general area.

Maybe it was a bit cheap, but Arata did feel like being petty after the events of today. As he dropped the final cement mixer beside the Tower, the oni rubbed his shoulders, turned upwards, and shouted out at his arrogant nemesis.

[b]“ONE WEEK IS TOO LONG A WAIT. FOUR DAYS, BAT-GIRL.”[/b]

With that, Arata left, ready to search for his dinner.
[@Rune_Alchemist]