As old age seeps into my bones, I reflect upon my life.
It has been a long, colorful epoch of daring feats and noble goals. Many of my endeavors have been successful, but even my mind has not weathered enough to pretend that there were no failures. That is the price that comes with having worthy enemies.
I can hardly move enough to put pen to paper. The years have certainly taken their toll, turning me into little more than a foolish old man. My sole reason for even making the attempt at a farewell letter is to bid adieu to those whom have stood by my side.
Though it has been a difficult and often scathing road, you have met my expectations. I will not be here to see you exceed them, but there is little doubt in my mind that you will. Those reckless enough to fight against you stand little chance, and I hope you will remember my teachings when you finally look down on them at their defeat.
It would be a lie to claim that there is not a part of me that carries the heavy weight of jealousy. Long have I fought against our enemies, observed their strategies, analyzed their weaknesses… and yet I will not be present to see the rise of all I have worked for. Despite this, simply knowing that my old nemesis' ill-conceived ambitions will be crushed is almost enough to make a smile touch even the most solemn of lips.
Here I lay, a lamentable wreck of my former self. It is difficult for me to admit my own obsolescence as my students pave the way to a bright and glorious future sans their leader. But the time has come to allow you out into the world—no longer led, but with the fortitude and presence to reshape civilization. It may be said that the meek shall inherit the earth, but the strength that lies within each of you shall send the meek into hiding.
It is also said that pride is a vice. But you have made an old man proud. And perhaps, as ironic as it might seem, you should take pride in that.
Godspeed, my beloved Foot Clan.