I roam the martial world, sword in hand, and ask the world: when trouble leaves me uncertain, how can my heart remain calm as still water?
Are love and hate about gratitude and loyalty? Right and wrong? Or the human heart?
The martial world is in chaos, and I can no longer tell who I am. A thousand roads lie beneath my feet, so why does every one lead to sorrow?
Only blood and sword can give voice to tears and the heart!
Kill... those debts of gratitude and grudges, those rights and wrongs.
Kill... these truths and lies, this mountain of reasoning.
Kill... for whom shall this fervent blood be spilled!
