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The sorrow of my childhood. . .

. . . has grown into a great grudge. . .

. . .and has turned me into the master of an odious power.

I can't.

How can you expect me to do that?

I don't possess such an arrogant power!

Then please accept the fate of giving me a quiet death !

What?!

Armor of the Heavens!

Stop it!

Stop it!

Stop it!

Stop it!

That was one.

Predestined Future

Are those. . .

. . .armors?

Are those armors?

Toma!

What's the matter, Toma?!

It's been a while.

To think we'd meet again under these circumstances.

We must have all felt it.

We can't get away from it.

This whole Samurai Trooper thing.

Did Toma send that?

Explain this to me, Ryo.

What's going on here?

I got this package from Toma yesterday.

Just like you guys. . .

. . . I had a pretty ominous dream.

I wasn't exactly happy to know that this is from Toma.

Pretty old book.

What does it say?

''The Legend of the Five Armored Warriors.''

A script from the late Edo Period.

What?!

It details everything about. . .

. . . us Samurai Troopers and our fight against Arago.

But how can that be?!

I couldn't believe it myself. . .

. . . but it's the truth.

During the late Edo Period. . .

. . .our story was being played out on a stage somewhere.

The story of the demons exists in historical fact.

But there shouldn't have been any record of the. . .

. . . nine armors built by Kaos.

What is the meaning of this story that's so similar to reality?

Could it just be some story?

Or a coincidence?

But it's the truth !

Someone foretold this!

Ryo, I hope you are doing well.

I wanted to write to you with these sentiments in mind.

Ryo. . .

. . .the armors disappeared along with the two Inferno Armors. . .

. . .and the fighting was supposed to end.

Could something. . .

. . .could something be stirring once again?

I'll look into it.

I'll check and make sure. . .

. . .that our battles are over.

Why?

Why would they know about us back in the Edo Period?

It was foretold?

You've got to be kidding !

You mean, we were risking our lives in battle all this time. . .

. . .and the outcome was known all along?

Give me a break!

It's like we were being manipulated the whole time.

Like we were walking a predestined path all along.

Our battles weren't as easy as that.

We were desperate.

But we didn't just fight without a purpose.

We weren't fighting just for the sake of fighting.

We fought because we believed in what was right!

Did he shed any of his blood? Did he suffer in writhing pain?

Did he know everything about us?

The ultimate?!

It's nothing like that.

We did it because we could've been killed.

The swords do in fact cut.

They really do hurt!

Some people may think the cold shine of a sword is beautiful.

But they don't understand !

Swords are tools to cut people down.

Tools used by people to kill each other!

It doesn't matter if you're awake or asleep.

Those blood-drenched demons come swarming around. . .

. . .threatening my life!

But no one comes to help.

No one can be relied upon.

There's only one thing I was able to believe in.

That is myself and only myself.

Friends?

I had friends.

There were five Samurai Troopers.

But all five of us were in the same situation.

It wasn't just that we each had to protect ourselves.

We each had to survive as warriors.

I don't see them as cold-hearted or anything.

I can survive.

That's precisely why I was one of the group of five.

And I acknowledged everyone.

Any casualty would end up holding everyone back.

I can't do that.

I don't want to be so pathetic.

Ryo, Seiji, Toma, Shin. . .

. . . I love you all.

That's why I survived.

And I will continue to survive.

Because I am your friend.

Because I want to be there for you.

All of these extreme circumstances were predestined?!

It was already imagined?!

Don't be ridiculous!

You have no idea!

There's no way you can understand !

Darn !

Why do I have to get so spooked over something like this?!

We searched for a greater power.

If we hadn't searched for a greater power. . .

. . .the Inferno Armor probably wouldn't have appeared.

We each suffered from helping our friends.

But we. . .

. . . but we sought out the power for our own selves. . .

. . .a power that made us cast everything off.

That is the Inferno Armor.

Considering that we summoned that armor. . .

. . . perhaps we, no. . .

. . . perhaps I am not qualified to wield such a power.

Would that be my failure as a Samurai Trooper?

Mukala, the man who possessed the black Inferno Armor.

He was a true warrior.

Within that strong body of his from which. . .

. . .a bright power flowed. . .

. . .there existed no evil spirit.

Without being distracted by emotions. . .

. . . he used his instincts to fight.

An unwavering fighting spirit.

The pureness of his will to fight. . .

. . . made a striking and beautiful form.

His pride as a warrior. . .

. . .created an overwhelming power. . .

. . .that quashed any challenge.

That man wore the black Inferno Armor.

I saw for the first time.

I knew for the first time.

That this was the Inferno Armor.

The black Inferno Armor is the ideal form in which to fight.

Is it that form which we were aiming for?

We moved closer to that form one step at a time.

We saw our future in this warrior.

No one had noticed the hidden story of how. . .

. . .the end of the world would unfold.

We simply sought the power.

In order to fight.

In order to survive.

The Inferno Armor. . .

. . .was in turn searching for a suitable warrior.

In order to avoid pain. . .

. . .suffering and fear, humans pursue a greater power.

Humans cling to power.

I was. . .

. . . I was one of those!

I didn't want to fight.

It was my destiny following an obvious course.

Can't I resist it?

Can't I deny it?

Even if someone had realized the truth. . .

. . .we probably still would've had to fight.

That's why we fought.

There is no regret for what we did.

But I still didn't want to fight.

I think now about why I didn't want to fight.

It didn't matter.

Whether it was destiny, or simply the logical thing to do.

Like a spoiled child having a tantrum. . .

. . . I simply refused to face the destiny I was handed.

Everything flows away from me.

Everything flows away as if that was intended in the first place.

Doesn't it matter how I feel?

Doesn't my soul matter?

However. . .

. . .the more I start to think that way. . .

. . .the more I'm likely to be abandoned.

Fighting was forced upon me through necessity. . .

. . .even before I understood how I felt about it.

It was like I was losing myself.

What would've happened. . .

. . . if I had awoken to an evil spirit at that time?

How would they know that I was fighting for justice?

The ideals and expectations bore heavily on me.

I am not such a good person.

I am not such a strong person.

Because I summoned the Inferno Armor, you know!

Throw away the armor.

Leave the armor behind.

We all felt that way.

We had all been pushed to that.

However, no one would reveal that sentiment.

It was something that we each had to find the answer to on our own.

But I wasn't able to find the answer.

Time didn't solve anything.

And, even now. . .

. . .after all this, is another battle about to begin?

Do we have to go through all that again?

Do we have to walk down that same road again?

It's not only these memories. . .

. . .that remain in my heart.

Gathering with my friends. . .

. . .and talking amongst ourselves, and relaxing.

There was warmth.

But then for some reason. . .

. . .as time passes. . .

. . .the good memories fade.

Trust . . .the good memories fade.

Trust

But the difficult memories are never forgotten.

So, why is that?

Why does it stick to me. . .

. . . like the power of the armor?

You know how I feel.

A battle is about to begin again.

What the. . .?!

Is that me?!

Is that mine?!

That armor of the Torrent?!

Wait!

What's going on?

I want some answers from you !

You must stay away!

I will. . .

. . . I will be the one to protect your future!

My future?

Guide him.

May someone guide this man.

May someone guide this man, who hesitates to fight!

Well.

This is clearly a sign that will guide you toward fighting.

But why. . .

. . . but why should this man fight now?

A man who understands in his heart. . .

. . .that he does not want to fight.

Now, why?

Well, indeed !

This man still possesses the will to fight!

Well, this is a surprise indeed !

Well, then !

To the battlefield stained with blood and the cries of sorrow!

May you find your way to battle. . .

. . .where you can fight to your heart's content.

No. . .

That can't be.

No way.

Why would I choose to fight?

There's no way that could be?

It is the truth, Shin.

And it is very noble of you, as a warrior.

But why is it that I must keep fighting?

It is because you are kind.

It is that kindness. . .

. . .which has guided you into your battles.

I was very happy.

But all I can do now is protect you.

Why would you be happy?

Why would you be sad?

And want to protect me?

I see your future.

It is the sight of you as you choose the armor.

You were challenged to fight in this sinful world.

In order to bring peace to this wretched world. . .

. . .you stood up.

I chose the armor?

I chose the armor?

I chose to fight?!

I know it myself.

That the history of the armor flows and never stops.

I'm just going to get caught up in that flow again !

Protect?

What's the point of protecting me?

My power is weak.

What's the point of having any great expectation. . .

. . .of my weak power?

What are you waiting for?!

What do you want from me?!

You have a spirit that believes and trusts other people.

Spirit?

Then. . .

What's going on?!

I will try to protect you.

I, Suzunagi, will lay down my life protecting your spirit.

How could I be happy about that?

There's no happiness for one who benefits through another's sacrifice!

You have a strong will, Shin.

Please carry out that will of yours.

Suzunagi!

Is this the future that you demand?

If that's the case. . .

. . . I will do what I can to change its course!

Armor. . . !

And that was two. . .

While we didn't know how to respond to our love

We simply trembled with love for each other

The short night breaks and the city awakens

Until a commotion wakes us from our dream

I always want to be with you

That's what I wish for

But where will the flow of time

Take our two weak souls?

So hold onto me

I feel we're drifting apart

Rather than with insufficient words

Tell me with your smile

However many times I try to figure it out for myself

Will I ever learn the meaning of this love?

In the days that pass I am lamenting that I see no future

I am even beginning to forget the burden on my shoulders

So hold onto me

I feel we're drifting apart

Rather than with insufficient words

Tell me with your smile

So hold onto me

I feel like l'm losing my way

Rather than with promises

Tell me with your soul