A thousand war drums already a clicking and my heartbeat is already a racing as, ten-thousand arrows are descending. But I know that my time is not ending, my prime already ascending, transforming myself as if I were a higher being. Sixty feet I stand one sweep across my blade and I create typhoons your life will be dismantled. As the magma begins to flow as a fresh wound and the pain has not been woe, marbleized in a instance and your seed would not grow in the wheat of life and forever be fossilized cursed for a eternity of life. With regards to the way of death, if you are prepared to die at any time, you will be able to meet your release from life with equanimity. As calamities are usually not as bad as anticipated beforehand, it is foolhardy to feel anxiety about tribulations not yet endured. Just accept that the worst possible fate for a man in service is to become a rōnin, or death by seppuku. Then nothing will faze you.