[ Ryoji turns his eyes up at Minato once he finishes his rounds and returns, standing and looking down at the rock as if all his poking and prodding had been of any help at all. It hasn't, really. All he's determined is that it looks like a rock; whatever Death powers he has, it doesn't extend to sensing the remains of life potentially embedded inside.
Digging it out is an idea they can agree upon, though, and Ryoji's eyes light up at the prospect of swinging a pickax around like miners in the movies. ]
We'll be alright with just these? [ Shovels and axes and little brushes that lie scattered around, that Ryoji takes the liberty of bounding around and collecting. No hardhats or other safety equipment, though, so they'll have to rely on their shoes to keep them safe. ]
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Digging it out is an idea they can agree upon, though, and Ryoji's eyes light up at the prospect of swinging a pickax around like miners in the movies. ]
We'll be alright with just these? [ Shovels and axes and little brushes that lie scattered around, that Ryoji takes the liberty of bounding around and collecting. No hardhats or other safety equipment, though, so they'll have to rely on their shoes to keep them safe. ]