What do you know? What the hell do you actually

know about me, huh? Nothing.

I'll tell you what kind of man I really am.

I have no strength, but I want it all.

I have no knowledge, but all I do is dream.

There's nothing I can do, but I struggle in vain.

Like an idiot I I hate. I hate.

Myself, all I do is talk a big game and make myself sound like

a big shot. When I can't do anything.

I never do anything and I complain with the best of them

like it's my job or something. Who the hell do I think I am?

I'm a fraud. It's amazing that I can live

like this and not feel ashamed. Before I came to this place,

before I got into a situation that led me to all of you, do

you have any idea what I did with my life?

I did nothing, that's what. I've never done a single thing

worth mentioning. Wanting to accomplish something

important when I've never done anything to earn it goes way

beyond the limitations of arrogance.

The cost of my lifetime of laziness, and all the wasteful

habits I forged along the way stands up, killing both you and

me. The.

Weakest hunter of all mankind. Yeah.

I hear that's what they've been calling you.

Oh, I see. They're adults, yet they act

like such childish jerks sometimes.

Work hard and prove them all wrong.

I know you can't, right? I will, thanks, Mr Song.

Weak so I get a crappy nickname. I'm weak, so no one believes.

In me. I hate how worthless I am.

I want strength. Overwhelming power brings people

to their knees. The strong go into every

situation with an advantage, while the weak quiver in fear or

stand around helplessly. The weak get looked down on.

Now answer me this, what makes you bow your heads?

Like why do you bow your heads? We are the weak, just as we have

always been. Don't you see nothing has

changed at all? True, the stronger races may

imitate our weapons, but they will never master them.

Because at the heart of our strength lies a fearful anxiety

born of our most humiliating weaknesses.

This fear has given us the insight to not only escape from

magic, but to learn its secrets. It has given us the wisdom of

experience because we. Must predict.

The future to survive. Listen, Simone, don't believe

in. Yourself, huh?

Believe in me. Believe.

In the communist who believes in you, set your heart ablaze, dry

your eyes and look ahead. You may feel like digging your

heels in, but the flow of time waits for no one.

It won't patiently stand by as you grieve.

I can't tell you that you have to figure it out.

Stand up and walk. Keep moving forward.

You've got 2 good legs so use them.

You're strong enough to make your own path.

Why human? Why do you not despair?

I already told you I don't have time for despair.

There's someone I can't lose to, no matter what.

We've made a promise, one that I won't break.

Not yet. I'm not.

Done. It's.

Not over. I won't give up.

You're the reason I could push past my.

Limits everything that you thought had meaning.

Every hope, dream, or moment of happiness.

None of it matters as you lie bleeding out on the battlefield.

None of it changes what a speeding rock does to a body.

We all die, but does that mean our lives are meaningless?

Does that mean that there was no point in our being born?

There was a moment when you actually said you gave up.

Surrender is an outcome far worse than defeat.

Wipe that smile off your face. Stopping black?

Is that your only goal? You think it ends there?

Would you say that of our slain comrades?

What about their lives? Were they meaningless?

They were not. Their memory serves as an

example to us all. The courageous fallen, the.

Anguish fallen. Their lives have meaning because

we, the living, refuse to forget them.

Think about the next threat in a year or five or 10.

Or think about your pride as seeing blood flows in your

veins. If you're my son, as you claim,

then I won't tolerate you losing to anyone.

You'll be the best or you'll be nothing.

And as we ride to certain death, we trust our successors to do

the same for us. Because my soldiers do not

buckle or yield when faced with the cruelty of this world.

My soldiers push forward. My soldiers scream out.

My soldiers raise it. Doesn't matter how smart,

creative or kind they are, The weak always lose.

I always lose. My kindness never saved me, no,

what I need now is true strike and I am not going to give up

until I get it. Just watch me that.

I'll. Get stronger if it's the last

thing I do. Thanks Ram, and now watch me you

get a front row seat. You'll see the man you fell in

love with become the most awesome hero you and the rest of

this world I've ever known. I told you, I just don't know

when to give up. Why fight a hopeless?

Battle trying to. Defy your.

Destiny 'cause. People called me a failure, I'll

prove them wrong. My clones were pathetic.

That's right, I flunked the shadow clone jutsu every time.

So don't come whining to me with this Destiny stuff and stop

trying to tell me you can't change what you.

Are. You can do it too get.

A hold of yourself. Stop.

Crying and. Running away doing that.

Isn't going to get you. Anywhere.

I hate myself more than anyone else.

I always try to get my act together but I just end up

running away or cowering in fear.

I'm pathetic. I want to change.

I want to be a capable individual.

Do you know what the process of forging a sword is?

When making a sword, you hammer and hammer to get rid of

impurities and anything else you don't need.

The greater the purity of the blade, the more durable it

becomes. Mastering even 1 is cause for

celebration. You can only do one thing.

Hone it to perfection. Work on refining it to its

utmost potential. Zenitsu, perfect it.

It's all right to cry or go off by yourself.

Just don't ever give up. Believe in yourself.

You endured. All that.

Hellish training. You'll be rewarded for that

without question. Work to.

Forge. Yourself like a tempered blade.

And become. The most resilient of all.

Focus on what you. Do best, don't ever give up.

Don't ever give up, even if it's painful, even if it's agonising,

Don't try to take the easy way out.

I'll never be a hero. I'm just an ordinary guy and

I've reached my damn limits. Your limit.

Who decides? What your limit?

Is instead of. Overthinking your.

Setbacks just. Focus.

On moving. Forward.

I get it. You were shrieked.

You couldn't protect the ones you loved and everything you

once believed in was lost. You're dealing with so many

crazy feelings you can't stand it anymore.

That's why I have to tell you this.

Don't you dare give up again. Well you've ever done is give

up. Instead of facing your problems,

you locked yourself away and hid in the darkness because you

thought it was the easiest thing to do.

You had the guts to make everything else happen, right?

Joe did that. Maybe you weren't Josen, maybe

no one wanted you, and maybe you can't be forgiven, but you still

have to stand your ground without making excuses for

yourself. No matter.

What it? Takes.

Even if it means becoming a devil, I have to push past my

limits. If I can't get through this,

then I'll never become the Wizard King right here, right

now. I'm going to bust fast by. 11.

How could I have forgotten its survival of the fittest in this

world? This world filled with violence,

deception and betrayal? How could I?