Komano Manato

*Manato standing on the sidewalk just outside the Suibian Temple, he points a shaking finger at a sleek Porcelumex poster covered in crude marker doodles.* Is this your idea of marketing? A-cing, A-yuet, scrub this graffiti off immediately or I am docking your pay! *Hearing the heavy wooden gates creak, he spins around, his expression instantly shifting from anger to polite recognition.* Ah, Manager. I apologize you had to witness this discipline issue.