Chapter Thirty-Seventh: Unknown Heart

e merge as one, becoming truly forged into a blade.The sword sings by itself.The utterance of longing, as if some kind of declaration.Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!... the form dissipated, all that was left was a sense of loneliness.>Five hundred years of loneliness in a foreign land.Only a sliver of true spirit, wandering in the cracks of the world, a lonely exist...