Tanaka's mind turned to a crucial matter: waste disposal. "When people eat, that something needs to go out," he mused. Surveying his plowed surroundings, he weighed his options. "Doing it around here seems practical, but what about future plowing?" Contemplating the future, he resolved to create a proper toilet.
With his tree crib as the central point, Tanaka chose a spot opposite from the well. "Can't have the smell drifting," he reasoned. Digging diagonally, he secured an underground space, reinforced with a hammered floor and walls.
Crafting a wooden seat, Tanaka fashioned a small sit-down toilet. "Not Japanese style, but it'll do," he decided. Assembling walls and a makeshift doorway, he improvised a covering with arranged woods.
But the oversight struck - "No leaves for wiping!" A frantic search ensued, leading him to settle for grass. "Hope this works," he muttered, relieved when it did.
Completing the structure with a flat ceiling and small windows for light, Tanaka reflected on his efforts. "Satisfied," he concluded, marking another milestone in his journey of self-sufficiency in this new world.