You must understand, now that we've crossed fists. This body's power
of manifestation is at its lowest. Despite you having an abnormal amount
of power, you were defeated by one who has none.
I suggest you go search for why you lost. With your heart, that is.

A manifestation, huh? A truly interesting magic trick.
It's surprising, however it was not enough to defeat me.

If you refine your art, then you shall see it. A dot that is a dot.
A line that is a line. The core that is the heart.
All you have to do is strike at the center, and it will all come crumbling. 

The more you train your body, the more it will become an unfaltering Vessel.
The power of the manifestation blooms through that concept.
You only need a faint amount.

My blow is a slash that will cut through my sins.
I pray that after I slice through a thousand bodies, my curse will be lifted.


You can not break one's philosophy with either force or technique. You need both.
One cannot fly with just one wing.


The art of war can be found beyond training. What have you been watching?
Manifestations... Beyond the point where you use your power, what awaits you?


Be released from what shackles you. That match was something beyond my imagination
as flesh. You've shown me how limited my imagination could be.
For that, I thank you.


Winning or losing is just a byproduct of your attempt to climb to the next level.
What I wish is to exist on something beyond victory or loss.
I still have not seen it yet. Since I am still inexperienced.


The fine powers shall unite one day. With all of them together,
you could even break down a boulder. This is so mesmerizing.



Under this Night where many gather, The feeling of the Void when up against those
who are drunk with their power. I am glad you are not one of those lowlifes.
I am sure we will meet once again. You take care.



Under this Night where many gather, The feeling of the Void when up against those
who are drunk with their power. For your sake,
if you have learned a lesson from this Night.
Never step foot in here again. There will be no next time for you.



That was commendable. You live up to your name, Hecatoncheir.
Your heroic defeat, I shall etch in my heart. May you rest in peace.



What's the matter? Are you feeling ill? I expected more from you.
I shall wait for a true rematch next time.



Your emotion... Your style. I can see that you've trained quite a bit.
However, you are still shallow. You must train more deeply.
