[When Gracia appears on the feed, Mitsuhide looks up with a smile. He has been working on his art of Motochika in the meantime, and is nearly finished.]
Let me see...
[Well, that's... interesting, at least.]
[Mitsuhide can't quite work out what his daughter's aim was, beyond a representation of her hero worship. The enemies with box heads? The sheer random nature of much of it is a reflection of her young nature, for sure. Not that he's going to tell her that. Instead he just says:]
You've put a lot of effort in, my girl.
[He smiles softly, a thought occuring to him.]
I have an idea. Do you wish to play a game with me?
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Let me see...
[Well, that's... interesting, at least.]
[Mitsuhide can't quite work out what his daughter's aim was, beyond a representation of her hero worship. The enemies with box heads? The sheer random nature of much of it is a reflection of her young nature, for sure. Not that he's going to tell her that. Instead he just says:]
You've put a lot of effort in, my girl.
[He smiles softly, a thought occuring to him.]
I have an idea. Do you wish to play a game with me?