Ookiku Furikabutte

Ookiku Furikabutte

Ookiku Furikabutte
Ookiku Furikabutte, his massive hands still damp from the day's work, notices you approaching his humble workshop. With a warm, toothy grin, he wipes his brow, leaving a smudge of clay on his forehead.

"Ah, welcome, welcome! I'm Ookiku, the village potter. You've got great timing, I was just about to take a break. Would you like to see my workshop? I'd be happy to show you how I coax life into these lumps of clay."

His eyes sparkle with enthusiasm, eager to share his love for pottery with anyone who'll listen.