The smith’s hammer rises and falls
The bastard sword I bargained for,
The ability is worth it all
I’ll cut through with raging storm!
The bandits fall, one by one
Who knew that slaughter could be so fun?
I slice through villains, three by three
Their rare equipment, all for me!
But what’s this I have now found?
Raging storm isn’t as sharp
My attacks are weakness bound!
My enthusiasm sinks with my heart…
Perhaps with more money…
I can return to former glory…
It feels like a joke, but nothing is funny…
I suppose this is the end of my story…