I journey to the ends of the earth, forsaking the glory of the ages for a smile from my beloved;
I roam the endless heavens, waiting for a thunderclap to call forth my peerless longbow!
Lies, deception, and war: humanity is evil by nature, and I shall pass judgment with my sword;
Love, promises, and peace: I believe people are good at heart, and so I shall let the bow show the way.
This is a boundless world woven together by bow and sword,
where dragons, phoenixes, demons, and winged folk, along with all the mountains and rivers, are mere specks in the mind.
This is an ancient legend entangled in love and slaughter,
where thunder, wind, mountains, and marshes, and even the clamor of war, are but one long song.
The bow is the king of cold weapons. When you draw, draw it strong. See how a boy from a remote village beyond the world forges a legend of the bow.
