Life didn't wait for a moment.

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As the morning sun began beating down on the village, the rhythmic sound of hammer beats was cracking against wood. In a prison orange jumpsuit a young man one by one pulverized an old fence. starting with the planks, knocking them to the side then smashing the concrete foundations. He was wearing the jumpsuit so that the top was dangling by the belt, revealing his all black tank top. In the twilight one would be forgiven for thinking that he was swinging a hammer as his arms, covered in warm orange twilight swung down down again and again on the rickety fence that had been left here. Thunk. Thunk. Crack. Thunk. Thunk. Crack. He'd found his rhythm, and the melody that played down the busy street of the Kazehana Clan District woke up a middle aged woman who thought to go out and find the source of the noise.

Seeing the ex-convict destroying the fence of the old house, she reacted immediately. She'd decided she already knew what was going on. The woman would raise a hand "I know you!" Nakaba recognized the face of this woman. How was it that she was living her life out peacefully and he was the one who'd had his youth thrown away? No. That's how the old me thought. Dirt and sand would sling into him in clods as the woman fed an old rage. She wouldn't aim for vitals, but she needed to let this man know his place. Nakaba would stand there for a moment, holding strong, as his breath caught in his lungs. His hands and arms covered in deep cuts and quickly bruising. He went right back to work. Come noon, there would be anew fence installed here and Nakaba would be sitting on the porch with an elderly man. The two of them would enjoy a tuna sandwich as Nakaba shared his lunch and enjoyed the sight of a job well done. Life would go on and no one would remember this day.

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