[ tink tink tink goes the charcoal hatchet into the fragile wood. Muramasa shrugs, as he breaks off little pieces into a wooden bucket, the charred material leaving a layer of black soot on his fingers. ]

It is, but it also needs to be done, regardless. [ tink tink tink! he picks up another piece of charred wood. ] I've got an assistant, though, who helps with the smaller tasks when he can. You've probably seen him around—you know, Okkotsu? Lanky kid with dark hair, looks like he gets about as much sleep as you do.