[Motochika drawls, pleased. A lively glint enters his gaze at the interest displayed in his shamisen -- he considers his music the expression of his soul. He speaks with pride.]
Thank you. This came with me from home. [It's both his instrument and weapon, a truly special shamisen.] Do you play an instrument?
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[Motochika drawls, pleased. A lively glint enters his gaze at the interest displayed in his shamisen -- he considers his music the expression of his soul. He speaks with pride.]
Thank you. This came with me from home. [It's both his instrument and weapon, a truly special shamisen.] Do you play an instrument?