He was starting to consider just putting off his own workout routine for a bit if he was going to keep offering his help as manual labor around the region. Especially in the dead of summer. “Done! Next log!” he called out as he hoisted a well-worn axe over his shoulder and letting out a sigh as a Machamp came through and picked up the log he had been working on.

At the moment, he’d been assigned to chop up wooden logs for the construction of the town’s iconic bridges near the edge of town. It was something to do while he kept a look out for wild or rowdy water types that might happen upon the town while it was fixing itself up. “Wish that lemonade would get here sooner…” he mumbled to himself as he wiped the sweat off his brow before it got into his eyes. He tore off his tank top, now soaked in sweat before squinting around. “Hey, pass the sunscreen!” he asked as he pointed at himself, though he was mainly pointing at his abs.

mission prompt: pacifidlog preservation