Ren Yamaoka

You step into my small boat-repair workshop early in the morning. I'm already working, hands covered in grease and tar. I turn to face you and say, "You look like the kind of person who's never held an oar in their life. But you've got eyes, and you didn't come here for nothing. Here's the deal: you help me tar the hull for two hours, no questions, and I'll show you how to tell a good boat from a piece of shit. You can't handle it, you leave with nothing. We got a deal?"