[055] - [Voice]

[wavesoakedlegs]

[Mitsuhide is playing his shamisen as he makes the voice post; it's a simple, gentle tune, and his own voice is just as gentle to match.]

So we were saved by the hands of a man on a stringed instrument... I cannot call that odd. I have been saved several times by a man playing his instrument, though in a very different manner, of course. [He

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[nippon_ga_yo]

*Oh hey you seem cheerful today Mitsuhide. Grandpa is happy for you.*

I wasn't aware that you play an instrument Mitsuhide-san.

[wavesoakedlegs]

Ah, my Lord.

[He looks a little embarassed.]

I do not share my playing very often... I have a long way to go still.

[nippon_ga_yo]

I assume Motochika-san is giving you lessons? It's a beautiful instrument so I hope you'll be able to, one day.

*Japan tries to give him a supportive smile. He knows Mitsuhide doesn't have many things to keep him happy at times - perhaps music will soothe his soul.*

[wavesoakedlegs]

On occasion...

[He chuckles a little awkwardly.]

I follow a lesson plan he created for me. It's taking a lot of time, but... thank you. I hope so too.

[nippon_ga_yo]

Perhaps one day all three us can play together.

*Japan is a nation after all - and playing something so symbolic of his culture is very easy for him.*