[mutters ruefully] I didn't even have a shirt.

It's a lovely coat-- it looks like it was made by hand. I haven't seen anything like it here before. [Would he like to sit you down for four hours and find out all about the animals whose skins it was made from, what they look like, and their behavioral patterns? Why, yes he would. But he's practicing tact.]

I came from a country called Japan. I was a mushishi.