まあ、つまるところだ。
武器なんて、何だっていいのさ。
どれほど豪奢で頑丈な兜や籠手でもいつか砕け散り、
磨き上げた名槍も、折れるか姿を消す。
武器も防具も消耗品。拘るなど愚の骨頂。
こんなものはアレだ、当たって死ねばいいし
一撃か二撃防いでくれればそれでいい。
なまくら上等、粗悪品で問題なし。
何、粗悪品でも命は防げるしなまくらでも人は殺せる。……まあでも、部下だの親父だの妻だの弟だのが
ピカピカに磨き上げてくれたモンだ。
野暮なことは言いっこ無しで、一つ英雄らしく
振る舞ってみせるかねえ。ああ恥ずかしい恥ずかしい！

Well, in the end, what sort of weapon is best?
Even the finest helmet and gauntlets will eventually be smashed, and a famed and polished sword will break or vanish.
Weapons and armor and equipment.
Only fools would worry over such things.
If you hit something with a weapon, let it kill.
If armor protects you from an attack or two, excellent.
A blunt sword is fine.
Second-rate supplies? No problem!
Even low quality armor can save you, and even a blunt sword can kill a man.
...Even so, they'd still always polish everything up for me. My men, my father, my wife, my brother... Always.
Let's spare each other such boorish talk, I guess I should act like a hero sometimes.
Ah! Embarrassing! Embarrassing!