The man held out that which was most precious to him.
There was nothing else he could have possibly done.
He stabbed, pierced and impaled.
He sought the power to eliminate those who would threaten the princess.
Though she admired his beautiful voice, he offered it to his beloved sword without a moment’s hesitation.
Beneath the falling cherry blossoms. A battlefield in which blood flows freely.
The man broods over the words he could not say on that day.
“You have my adoration.”
Even expressing those simple words was beyond him.
The man’s silent scream echoed throughout the battlefield.
He gently embraced the remains of the princess in his arms.
“Here lies the beloved of the wordless master swordsman.”
The man spelled his feelings out across her gravestone and confessed his love.
Translation by Warusou