"Ah, yes. I'm not familiar with most tools myself." Mikazuki was being completely honest here, and his lack of knowledge shows in his lack of embarrassment. Not a single shred of knowledge.

"I can help you move boxes though, these old arms are still good for something."

Pampered as he was, his arms were deceptively sturdy.

The saniwa wanted to rearrange some of the contents of the storeroom, to see what they can keep and what they can throw away. Moving into the corner, some oddly-ornate chests are taken out from their resting spots. A few manage to catch his interest. Mikazuki pauses to examine them.

"Hrm?"