I lived and died as a hero․

















































I have no regrets about that in itself․
I can declare that there was not a single disagreeable thing in my life․
Even so‚ I can't help but think․ If I were just an ordinary man․․․
Wouldn't I have been able to earnestly pursue my own will?

It doesn't matter if I'm not acknowledged by anyone․
I don't mind if I'm not praised by anyone․
I want to acknowledge myself․
I want to have pride in myself․
There lies what I sought․
What I wished for․
I want to stand on the side of what I believe in․
If I could do that‚ then surely I would be able to live with my chest puffed up proudly․
I won't fight for the sake of someone else․
I won't fight for my own sake either․
For the sake of the benevolence that I believe in‚
the justice I believe in‚
the loyalty I believe in‚
and the love I believe in․
I will take hold of this sword and fight with this body․
That is my dream‚ my wish․
























My friend. Even if you were to stab me in the back one day, I don't think I could begrudge you for it. I've never had as much faith in anybody as I have in you.