If war is ecstasy, then I want to share it with you.
The calm in the air. I breathe it. I know you do, too.
Do you feel it? The ice running in my veins. The fire that threatens to burn it.
Exhilaration.
It runs through my body.
So arousing.
I can't stop the shivers. I can't stop the quaking in my knees.
I ache. I need this so bad.
To see you, as you see me.
To feel you, as you do me.
This need. This ecstasy.
It's a thrill. Puts me into overdrive. The cold air, the scent of blood.
It fills my nostrils.
Shakes me to the brim.
I can't wait. I need it so bad.
To meet my greatest rival on the battlefield. To become one under the skies.
The gods watch us, as we spread ourselves all over these dry plains.
And I shiver in anticipation of meeting you.
To slice through you.
Watch you bleed.
To clash with you.
Watch you burn.
To be with you.
Watch us soar to the heavens as one.
I wonder if you feel the burn in my breast.
The quiver of my heart.
Can you hear its beat?
March to it. Move your feet to the sound of your heart. Feel the heat going through your body as we meet again at Kawanakajima.
Because once is never enough.
Four times the charm.
One heart, one mind.
You and I.
And I share it with you.