Mercantile Mercenaries [Ebi & Ritsuko] [Rosewood Job B]

“UWAH!” Ritsuka’s clumsy loss of footing wasp preceded by a high-pitched, squeaky, yet quite loud yelp. Should she look down to the source of the peculiar sound, she would see a strange pink creature that was at least eight times smaller than her, wearing an oversized, burger-shaped hat… and holding a really sharp, normal-sized kitchen knife! Oh no, was she about to get stabbed by the world’s tiniest mugger?

“Please be more careful where you’re stepping, Miss Giant… What if you stubbed your toe?” The EbiBurgamon warned her in a polite, but also shaky tone, seemingly on the verge of tears. His own foot had gotten slightly redder than the rest of his body, and had even swelled ever so slightly. Apparently she had accidentally stepped on the poor thing’s toes. Literally.

The Humon introduced themselves as General Kirame, which was a strange name to be sure. None of the Humon the little Rookie had encountered prior to this had introduced themselves by such a title. “H-hello, Miss Kirame… I’m EbiBurgamon. You can call me Ebi!” He gave his own name in turn, frantically bowing his bun-shaped head. What had gotten over him, why was he so nervous all of a sudden? This person, despite their clumsiness, effortlessly radiated charisma! Is that what it meant to be a ‘General’?

One of the nearly identical wizard-esque Digimon confirmed that Kirame was female and that she did in fact possess the thing known as boobs. Truth be told, Ebi didn’t even know what boobs were, only that ladies had them. How was he supposed to tell male and female Humon apart, if he didn’t even know what they were supposed to look like?

Juvenile problems aside, the young burgeroid was asked another question. “I do. The town asked for help, and I’m a cook. They told me that some of these fruit are gonna be shipped to the Village of Beginnings, so they need to be peeled and cut to pieces first, so that the baby Digimon can actually eat them.” Ebi politely explained, while holding his kitchen knife up. “I’ll need a little help, though… Just put me on top of that table, and I’ll get to work.”


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“Woah, you have nice hands, Miss. Please don’t drop me…” The EbiBurgamon said as the accident-prone giantess picked him up and lifted him off the ground. Her touch was gentle and soft, no doubt carefully locking her fingers between his tiny limbs, so as to avoid accidentally crushing the poor creature with her superior strength. Ebi smiled a happy, cat-like smile, evidently having no problem being manhandled (monhandled?) like that. Perhaps if he had one of those things called a ‘Tamer’, he could enjoy hugs and warm headpats on an everyday basis. Not that he had any trouble getting hugs and headpats regularly. People were usually surprisingly nice around Ebi, unless they were bad people, in which case they were bad to him.

Of course, Kiry’s amusement park ride didn’t last more than a couple of seconds, after which she set the little Burgamon down on the counter, asking him if this is where he wanted to be. “Yeah, this is very dood. Just leave the fruit and veggies over here and I’ll do the rest.” He replied with an affirmative nod, pointing at the counter’s empty space, where he waited for the two Wizarmon variants to finish unloading the foods.

After some minor bickering, they did, and Ebi waddled over to the pile, picking up what looked like a pear by human standards and diligently peeling off its flesh. “You have to be careful to only peel the outer layer off. You don’t wanna waste any of the juicy, yummy bits inside.” The young cook explained to his newfound helpers, as he set the now naked pear down, cutting it to even slices with his big knife. It was a funny sight, really; The pear was as big as his head, and the knife was almost as big as his entire body, yet he wielded it with relative ease. Despite his appearance, he clearly had enough experience with this to know what he was doing.
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While Ebi did the vital job of peeling the fruit and cutting them to bite-sized pieces, Kiry and one of her Twin partners performed the much less ceremonious, but still important task of categorizing the various foods and organizing them in an orderly fashion, so that it was easier to find where each resource was located. Those baby Digimon in the Village of Beginnings weren’t gonna feed themselves, so it was only through their combined efforts that this could even be made possible.

After some gloating on Kiry’s part, she carefully observed the young cook’s dexterous movements, trying to copy him to the extent of being able to peel some of the leftover fruit herself. “That’s the way to do it. You’re pretty good at this!” Ebi encouraged her, smiling brightly at her. People liked it when you gave them praise for their hard work, or so he had been told.

This would go on for a while, stopping only after all the fruit and veggies headed for the Village of Beginnings had been peeled, sliced and hopefully organized neatly by Kiry’s helpers. The Burgamon-species would remove his namesake hat so that he could wipe the sweat off his forehead, exposing his pink, bald head in the process. “Was that the last batch? That was a lot of work…” He young Rookie said, catching his breath.
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