[attr="class","sugita"]Sugita also took note of the slightly improved state of the slums. Granted, it was nowhere near where he would like to see it, and there was still so much room to grow. He wanted to make it his mission to clean this place up as a message of good faith to the people. There was a part of him that couldn’t stand to see it this way. It was sad for anyone, his village or not, to be around such a sorry state.
What little motion he did see roaming around were mostly rats scurrying out of infested trash bags disposed of in random places, or pale children running here and there with their cheeks covered in dirt. The stench would follow them like the crop dust of a farmer. Unacceptable.
The two would come across the tunnel entrance. Sugita’s tongue clicked in disappointment.
"Yea, seems like it. At least we know where to start, then.” The young man nodded before entering the tunnels.
The walls of the tunnels echoed slightly with each step, something he did his best to hide under light movements and shallow breaths. He could hear the dripping of water, splashing periodically into a pool of stagnant goop. The smell, although bad, was manageable.
He would continue forward with Chikap for what seemed like several minutes before hearing a loud bang as if someone had thrown their hands onto a table. There was yelling that echoed all the way down the tunnel system, but with the echoing and distance, it was hard to hear exactly what was being said.
Sugita remained silent but looked to Chikap for confirmation. This had to be the way.
Maboroshi Chikap