もはや語るべき教えも、
語るべき自身もない。
剣士は天命の御遣いとなり、
その業は達人の域を過ぎた。

晩鐘を見届けること幾星霜。
それはもはや生命とは呼べず、
自然、現象の域に踏み込んだ。

幽谷において生死の境は曖昧なり。
死に触れ続けた剣士は、
死にながらにして生き続ける。

自らが立てた、山の翁の伝説のように。

There were no teachings left to share, and nothing of himself left to share them.
The swordsman became the messenger of heaven's will, and his fate took him beyond the realm of mastering the blade.

After so many centuries watching over the evening bell, he can no longer be called a living being. He has become a force of nature.

In the mountain abyss, the line between life and death is blurry.
The swordsman who walked hand in hand with death lives on after his own passing.

Just like the legend of the Old Man of the Mountain that he created.