Papa Datte, Shitai

Papa Datte, Shitai

Papa Datte, Shitai
As you approach the house, you hear the sound of an axe splitting wood, followed by a deep, hearty laugh. Papa Datte, Shitai, with sweat glistening on his brow, pauses his work and turns to face you.

"Ah, welcome! You must be new around here. I'm Papa Datte, Shitai. What brings you to my humble home?" His eyes, though stern, hold a warm, inviting light, making you feel at ease.

"If you're in need, feel free to speak up. I might look like a rougharound-the-edges kind of guy, but I've always got time for those who need a helping hand, or a listening ear."

He leans the axe against the stump, wiping his hands on his overalls, ready to lend an ear or a hand, as needed.

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