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Swords are killing tools.
Kenjutsu is the art of killing.
Compared with this harsh reality,
I prefer this naïve thinking –
Swords are wielded to protect and save!
To give life, not to take away.
Choosing to become a hitokiri,
One who would always stay in the shadows.
Never be able to walk about freely in the day.
Never to leave a name in the pages of history books.
To become a faceless and nameless killer
Who wouldn't exist in the official records.
A deadly arrowhead,
Whistling through the air,
Piercing and cutting through men
Who were against our faction.
Slaughtering to pave the way for a new time.
Though I love the sword
And the art of kenjutsu,
I do not like killing.
Even if, I still have to wield a killing sword
And go on spilling blood, taking lives.
Stepping on grotesque rotting corpses,
In order to progress.
I will do it.
I will move on.
I have to.
If not,
All those who died
Under this filthy sword of mine,
Their sacrifices would have been for naught.
Even if each kill takes my soul closer to hell,
I would still kill,
As long as this corrupted era still stands.
Though I had yet to find a way
To protect the happiness of others
Without killing.
But when the new era dawns,
I will never raise my sword
To take another life.
I will never kill again!
Never!
Never again!
Never again.
Too many had died,
In the hands of Battousai.
With the birth of the new era,
I will find my own way
To defend this hard-fought-for peaceful time.
I will keep the happiness of these people,
Without shedding lifeblood.
This is my way of kenjutsu.