
Artist's commentary
Going to work with Futo-chan.
"So this is the place where my lord works?" she asked me, which I confirmed. "It appears to simply be a spot in the middle of the woods...." "Yeah. I'm always working here," I answered. "I scrape by selling firewood and lumber. Every once in a while a youkai shows up, but I usually manage it by running away." "Ohh... so you are a lumberjack, then?" she thought aloud, surprised. "...We have been living together for around two weeks, yet I did not know that," she said with a look of objection directed at me. "Now that I think about it, I guess I never told you." "I believe I know how Lady Youmu feels now," she proclaimed with a huff. I apologized. "We live together under the same roof. I want to know more about you. If you wanted to know more about me, I..." she trailed off before murmuring, "No... I came to help you. Please, let me help you work." "Alright, it's okay for today," I told her. "Leave it to me!" she happily replied.
We retrieved the tools from the shed and got to work. What surprised me was how this slender little Futo-chan was able to wield the axe like an adult and cut down a tree ("I can't use an axe" she said jokingly, pretending to hand it over before quickly taking it back). "That is the combined might of the Mononobe secret technique and feng shui!" she exclaimed with her usual smug grin. "Futo-chan, you have some sort of superhuman strength... incredible," I said. "I did not become a shikaisen merely for show," she huffed. It seems that she knows some sort of technique that allows her to properly swing that axe. Well, it's nothing too unusual in this world, but maybe she's not just a kid after all. Now that I think about it, when we first met, she asked me for my blessing... I wonder if something happened to her. Thinking more deeply about it, I realized I didn't really know about Futo-chan's origins. I had the sense not to ask her about it, but it seems that I still don't really know a whole lot about her. "Hmm? What is it?" Futo-chan interrupted, peeking up at my face. "Nothing," I replied, before resuming her instruction and work... to be continued