“A person’s life is like carrying a heavy burden while walking a long road”. A long time ago, a guy named Tokugawa Nobuhide said that. When I first heard it, I thought it just sounded lame. But I guess you can’t dismiss what old people say. It wasn’t really a burden. It was something important you held with both hands. But you didn’t realize it was there when you held it. I only realized its true weight after it slipped from my hands. I don’t know how often I thought, “I’ll never carry this again”. But, all of a sudden, I’m feeling that weight again. If I threw it all away, it would be easier. But I don’t feel like it. It would be too boring to keep walking without them.
You compete with me and act tough like you want to kill me, but deep down inside, you aren’t bad enough.
When you see your opponent on the verge of death, you don’t hesitate to offer the longer side of the Chuubert.
If I were in your shoes, I’d drink both sides myself.
If you aren’t capable of that, you’ll never beat me, Hijikata-san.
Hijikata-san.. I always couldn’t stand that side of you.
The guy who did things I couldn’t understand.
The guy who wouldn’t do what I wanted.
I’ve pestered you this whole time to drag you down.
But looking back now, I don’t think I actually hated you.
I was probably just jealous.. jealous of the guy who could easily do the things I couldn’t.
..of the guy who possessed what I didn’t.
Hijikata-san.. Sorry about causing you so much trouble..”