Guidelines For Using My Translations
[Side text: A babe who has nothing and can do nothing...]
[Text: The baby... // ...could not see... // ...could not hear... // ...could not speak... // ...and could not even move. // He had no means of prolonging his own survival... // ...yet the baby was not afraid. // He did not cry, because his throat could produce no noise... // ...but even if he had been able to, he would not have made a sound. // The baby knew. // Knew that even without the means to prolong his own life... // ...he would nonetheless live on.]
[Text: The people around treated the baby like a precious treasure. // This was because everyone who touched the baby found that they gradually gained something that they lacked. // Those with afflictions of the lungs found their lungs were healed... // Those who were lonely found their hearts satisfied... // Those who were cowardly found courage... // And even those who had lost their legs found them gradually growing once more. // For this baby possessed the power to share out his own soul. // Anyone who touched the baby received a fragment of his soul... // ...and those fragments healed the wounds that their own souls alone could not. // At the same time... // As their wounds slowly healed, the knowledge they had gained, the abilities they had learned through great effort, the skills they had awakened within themselves... // ...were all imprinted upon the fragments of the baby’s soul that they had received. // Until...]
[Text: At the moment of their deaths... // ...those fragments returned to the baby. // None who touched the baby lived for much longer. // A few years... // A few months... // Some even died after a few days. // Yet even so... / The people continued to gather around the baby. // As he regained the fragments of his soul that he had shared out... // ...the baby’s immobile arms and legs... // ...and his unseeing eyes began to heal. // In time... // ...when the baby’s deaf ears became able to hear... // ...he realised that the people had begun to call him by an unusual name.]
[Text: He understood that this was the name of the God these people worshipped... // ...but he chose nonetheless to take that name for his own.]
Voice: Y... // H... // W... // H...
Juchabach: Ah, James...so you have died. // You have done well. // Now you may return.
Juchabach: Return to me.
Haschwalth: What do you want?
Haschwalth: His Majesty is at rest. // In his sleep... / ...is the only time when His Majesty can return to being the Father of the Quincy... // ...and gather his strength. // None can be permitted to disturb His Majesty’s rest.
Ishida: ...I see.
Haschwalth: I asked you... / ...what do you want here?
Ishida: Is there some reason why I must share my business with His Majesty with you? // Besides... // I see you too... // ...have changed somewhat since the daylight hours.
Haschwalth: ...His Majesty and I are two sides of a balanced scale. // While His Majesty returns to being the Father of the Quincy... / I take up the mask of the ruler in his stead. // His Majesty and I... // ...are connected. // ...No... // His Majesty is... // ...connected to all Quincy.
Haschwalth: ...Perhaps it is right... // ...that I share this with you. // You, who are to be His Majesty’s successor.
[God Like You]
[Side text: The truth of the King is revealed...]
[Text: Since he was very young, His Majesty has always possessed the power to share his soul with those around him. // All Quincy... // ...have the ability to gather the spirit particles around them and make use of their power... // ...but only His Majesty has ever possessed the opposite power. // The power to share out his own spirit with others. // In his infancy, he shared his soul with those who touched him... // But with time, he discovered a more powerful means. // By engraving a letter, signifying an ability, directly onto another’s soul... // ...he could share out his soul more deeply, and with greater power.]
Ishida: Engraving onto another’s soul...? // How exactly would he...?
Haschwalth: Your soul... // ...has already been marked. // You partook of His Majesty’s Chalice of Blood, did you not? // Taking a part of His Majesty into your own body... / That is the engraving ritual.
Haschwalth: ...What is that look in your eyes? // Do you regret your actions? // It is too late for that. // I daresay you accepted our invitation in the hope of avenging your mother’s death... // But there is no longer any way for you to turn back. // All who have been granted a piece of His Majesty’s soul... // ...have their power absorbed by His Majesty upon their deaths. // And what is more...
Haschwalth: In the earlier battle, His Majesty has already... // ...scattered fragments of his own soul across all of Seireitei. // This battle is a battle for His Majesty. // Not only we of the Sternritter... // ...but also any Shinigami who have come into contact with His Majesty’s soul... // ...will give up their own souls as offerings to His Majesty upon their deaths.
Haschwalth: No matter who perishes in this battle... // It will only serve to bolster His Majesty’s strength... // ...and to extend His Majesty’s life. // To His Majesty, battle is life itself. / If he does not continue to absorb souls... // Eventually, he will return... // ...to the body he once had, unable to see, to hear, or even to move. // His Majesty will never cease to do battle. // There can be... / ...no escape. // Both you and I... // ...must live for His Majesty... / ...and die for His Majesty.
Haschwalth: Dawn is breaking. // His Majesty awakens.
Juchabach: Ah, dawn...
Juchabach: I must give thanks... // ...to the souls of the dead. // Another day... // ...in which I can clearly behold this world.
[Side text: The dawn of a new battle...!!]