凡夫は不登の頂にて、
剛刃は艶やかに舞い、玉鉾は雄々しく奔る。

いうなれば、甲のみで乙はなく。
喩えるなら、優のみで劣もなし。
決も着もつかぬが道理。

それは万夫不当の相並び。

見下ろすのも飽いた月の、欠伸がひとつ。
止まぬ剣戟の音に―――ひっそりと吸い込まれた。

Here at a zenith beyond the reach of ordinary people, sharp blades dance gracefully and majestic lances strike at lightning speed. There is no defense, only offense; all advantage, no downside. Little wonder then that neither side is giving so much as a centimeter in this unparalleled spectacle. Even the moon, tired of looking down, cannot help but yawn—a yawn that quickly vanishes amidst the endless echoes of blades clashing.