[A bit of awkward fighting against the tide later, Ichimatsu hauls the crate up with both arms, sand and seawater dripping from his sleeves. He rattles it experimentally - it's definitely not hollow, though given it's small and light enough for him to carry, he's not holding out for anything spectacular. Regardless, Ichimatsu backtracks to drier sand and sets it down with a grunt. Then back out to repeat the process with the second one.]
So you're really not human at all...?
[Really, that should have been obvious.]
Well, don't be impressed. Humans aren't that great.
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So you're really not human at all...?
[Really, that should have been obvious.]
Well, don't be impressed. Humans aren't that great.