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... chuckled, recalling a folklore from his previous world.

’Guess I should give you a name now,’ he thought, sensing the artifact spirit’s excitement through their connection. He rubbed his chin, contemplating the perfect fit.

"How about… Bansi?" he offered aloud, and the flute responded with an enthusiastic tune that echoed warmly in his mind.

"Alright, Bansi it is," he said with a grin. With their bond now complete, Aksai felt a steady hum from the flute within his Soul S ...

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