老いれば腕力は衰え、
性根の凶暴性は鳴りを鎮めた。
穏やかな日常は技量を鈍らせ、
そのことを意外にも受け入れている己がいる。

とはいえ、とはいえ、だ。
我が拳技、未だ敗北を知らず。
ならば、彼らが学びし拳も最強を謳おう。
そしていつか、己を乗り越える弟子が現れる。
その悔しさと喜びをいつか味わうのだろう。

いやまあ、あるいは。
儂は最後まで最強なのかもしれんがな。

Aging saps my strength, and the ferocity I was born with has calmed. Peaceful days dull my skills, yet to my surprise and wonder there is a part of me that has accepted this.

Though...and let me be very clear of this:
My fist still knows no defeat.
That being so, the fist that they learn from me must also be the strongest. And one day, there will be a disciple who will surpass me. The day where I will be awash in resentment and pride is inevitable.

Or perhaps not.
I may yet remain undefeated until my end.