Isamu got one last nap in before awaking to the soft chirping of Machi. It was mid-day, and he was ready to go on another mission. It was similar to the last one he took; he had helped a woman fix her water system. This one was from an old man, who wanted to renovate his home but had grown to old to do it himself. Isamu felt for the guy, and accepted the mission promptly. Upon arrival, the old man mistook him for a robber, and threw a rock at his head. Isamu took the blow gracefully, in pain but managing not to fall to the ground. Rather than cussing the man out like he wanted to, he politely explained who he was, and the man understood and expounded on the specific renovations he was planning to make on this small home of his.

"I want to change the carpet...and fix the roof, before painting it along with a new coat of paint for the outer walls of the house."

Isamu looked at him, unblinking. "Is that it?"

"Yessiree."

Isamu smiled his usual smile and said that he'd do it immediately. Starting with the roof.

Isamu climbed up onto the roof (which wasn't very hard because of how small the has was). At the first step, it seemed stable and he looked for the problem. He took one more step to get a better look at the whole roof, and his foot broke through the shingles and he was stuck. He squirmed a little, and finally managed to get his leg out. He checked for bruises, then heard the little man yelling. "YOU BROKE MY DAMN ROOF YOU LITTLE BASTARD" were his exact words, but Isamu wasn't paying much attention and was instead trying to figure out how to fix this. He hopped back down and went to the entrance, asked for extra shingles (which the man didn't have any of, and instead provided Isamu with a few pieces metal that looked like a shingles). Climbing back onto the roof, he screwed metal into the ceiling of the house, then layered it with glue, insulation, and metal before finally putting on the new shingles. The hole was fixed. Now, he climbed to the highest point of the room and found the original problem--more holes in the roof. He patched these up like the last, and came down, asking for paint to paint the building with. The old man gave him a soft blue color, and Isamu spread the paint across the surface of the building, stripe after stripe.

His arm grew tired, so he switched, and switched back. Eventually, when he had half of the house done, he took a break and leaned against the unpainted segment, looking up at the sky. He picked the brush back up, and with newfound motivation, finished up his job. He went in to tell the old man he was leaving, and the old man told him to finish. He looked at the man, dumbfounded, and realized he still had to do the carpet. He grabbed a corner of it and pulled, eventually ripping it from it's foundations. The old man helped move a table, and then Isamu took the new carpet the man handed to him, and put the corners in, keeping them adhered to the solid ground. Within an hour and a half, Isamu had the new carpet, all nice and clean, installed even better than the last had been, with black patterns streaking up and down it.

He returned to the old man one last time and told him of his deed. The old man pushed the table back into place, and shook Isamu's hand. "Thanks, Sonny. I really appreciate it."

"Anytime, sir, I'm happy to do it."

And with that, he was off, another mission complete.

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