The Woodcutter and the Tiger [Erchanhardt/Yugiri]

Though the World War had scarred much of the coastline, the tranquil duchy of Konigsberg had remained untouched. It was, in that respect, rather nice to simply enjoy the peace of armistice. But Erchanhardt knew that there was always work yet to be done, and as such he walked through the town square with no small amount of lumber stacked upon his shoulders. Most would have been crushed under that weight, but Erchanhardt carried it all as if it was nothing. There was much to be done, yes, but the citizens could at least determine how they wished it applied. For his part, Erchanhardt simply cut the wood as necessary. He used nothing but his own hands, cutting the lumber effortlessly as each citizen desired, and only after he had assembled a sizable pile next to him did he take a short moment to rest, sitting at the edge of a lovely stone fountain.

Of course, he had little time to rest. Not that more work was necessary, but when the Duke was in public, he naturally drew a bit of attention. Children wished to meet him, to climb upon his shoulders and ask about the well-being of the world. He simply gave them a small laugh, told them of the promise that the future held, and held back his worries. For these young children needed not the truth of the world, the horrors that they would face in time. It would do them no benefit to be lied to.

He stood, after a while, and returned to the work of cutting the wood. His hands made short enough work of it all, hardly having much trouble with mere lumber. Of course...there was the matter of its quantity. This would likely be an all day affair, but Erchanhardt supposed there was nothing wrong with that.