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