As a shikaisen, you'll need a substitute to house your soul.In order to let you pick whichever you liked, I made all these plates and vessels.Forgive me for all the poor and clumsy work.
Something to be your body, albeit temporarily.
You... something like this...Ah, that pot won't do.In my hurry to take everything I could, that unfired one managed to slip in.Even in my last moments, you won't allow me a little willfulness? I've already prepared myself for what is to come.
Stop it! You're the one who's supposed to become a shikaisen, Futo!
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