A person picks up a sword when he’s trying to protect something. Perhaps it’s your life or your social status, maybe a reputation, a loved one, or personal beliefs. The motives may be completely different, but in the end, it’s the same desire to protect something.

If I were the rain, that binds together the heavens and the earth, whom in all eternity will never mingle, would I be able to bind two hearts together?

Dodging, think: I won't let myself get hurt. Protecting someone, think: I won't let them die. When attacking, think: I will kill him!

Killing and being killed. They are just a way to pass time.

People are able to hold onto hope, since death is that which cannot be seen.

I’m a snake. Cold of flesh and devoid of heart. My tongue flicks back and forth, ever in search of new prey, and if I like what I find, I swallow ’em whole. This is what I really am.

If you were to turn into a snake tomorrow and began devouring humans, and from the same mouth you devoured humans, you cried out to me, “I Love You!” Would I still be able to say “I Love You,” the same way I do today?

Sanity… what would I do with a useless thing like that?

If you love fighting so much, then stop whining that you weren't killed. Never admit defeat and ask for a quick death! Die first, then admit defeat! If you are defeated but didn’t die, it just means you were lucky! At those times, think only about survival! Survive and think only about killing the one who failed to kill you!

Those who do not fear the sword they wield, have no right to wield a sword at all.

If anyone… acts upon the thought of not wanting you to die, you will suddenly begin to fear your impending death.

If fate is a wheel, we are the cogs that drive it. We have no choice but to believe that this wheel is flawless...

Worrying about a warrior’s life on the battlefield is only an insult.

— Kill me!
— No
— Why?
— Only a piece of trash would slaughter a woman in cold blood. To live on as a worthless piece of trash would be just as bad as dying here now.