欠けた切っ先は儂があの日置いて来た誠の欠片。

どんなに傷つこうが、どんなに血を流そうが、恐れるものなんざ何ひとつねぇ。仲間の為に受けた傷なら、むしろこいつは儂の自慢てなもんだ。

だが人間、心に受ける傷はどうにもこうにも耐えられるもんじゃあねえのさ。刀で斬られるよりもよっぽどたちが悪い。そうやって心に負ったいくつもの傷は少しずつ体を蝕んで、やがて俺の足に絡みつき、前へ前へと我武者羅に生きて来た俺の足をついには止めちまった。

もう、ここまでだ、終わりにしよう、ここで倒れちまおう。だが、そうして倒れようとする俺に何かが引っ掛かった。そう、欠けちまったこの刀が俺を支えたのさ。

刀が俺を支えたのか、俺が刀を支えたのか。そうしてあの日を生き延びた。あいつらを置いて来たままで。

そうさ、儂は恥知らずの新選組。なに、今さら惜しむ名も残っちゃいねえ、生き恥上等、喚き散らしてやろうじゃねえか。儂の、俺たちの誠をな。

そいつが俺の、男の意地だ。

This sword with its chipped end is a fragment of sincerity I left behind that day. No matter how badly I'm hurt, no matter how much blood I shed, there ain't nothing to fear. If it's a wound I received for my comrades, then I'm proud of it.

But humans can't endure the wounds they receive in their hearts; those are far worse than cuts from any sword. The many wounds I suffered in my heart gradually eroded my body, eventually entangling my legs and finally stopping me from recklessly rushing ahead as I had always done.

This is it. Let's end it. Let's be defeated here.

But just as I was about to fall, something caught me. Yeah, it was this broken sword that supported me. It's not clear if the sword supported me, or if I supported the sword. Either way, that's how I survived that day. I left those guys behind.

Yeah, I'm a shameless member of the Shinsengumi. There ain't no point in feeling regret now since I've got nothing left to lose. I'm just going to cry my heart out by shouting my sincerity. Our makoto.

That's my pride...my pride as a man.