I consider the box. Really, really consider it. I look at it from multiple angles, kneel down next to it and press my ear to it, and rap my knuckles on it experimentally.
Backing up a bit, I consider the box some more. It is pretty large, but maybe it's something really light. Like feathers.
I walk up to the box, spit on my hands, and rub them together. Squatting in front of the box, I grab it and attempt to straighten up--lifting with my knees, of course, not my back.
Abject failure.
Yep. I'm going to need the armour for this.
...hoo boy. This is going to take some explaining. Jorougumo won't like it. Not one bit. After the time that I drunkenly jammed a sake bottle into the helmet and declared that I was combining with the bottle to become Sake-Spider, she's been adamant that I may not wear the armour into any establishment that sells alcohol of any kind. It seemed like a bit of an overreaction at the time, but the Koto later explained that they'd been getting numerous complaints--from the "My Sensei is the Best in the Old Capital THROW" incident to the "My sake is the sake that will pierce the ceiling" event--that ostensibly justified the restriction.
I really can't see any other way of moving the damn thing. Guess it's time to go ask permission.
I pop into the delicatessen to inform the chef that I'm going to go fetch my armor, then head over to the Artificer's Guild, desperately attempting to come up with a convincing argument on the way.