その旗は誓いとともに。

男が掲げたその旗は、ただひたすらに誠を尽くし、誇り高く生きんとするために。

激動の時代に、武士よりも武士らしくと、その想いを貫き通すために。

掲げた誓いに偽りはなく、尽くした誠に嘘はなかった。

―――はずだった。

男の想いとは裏腹に、血なまぐさい権力争い、同胞との殺し合い、そのうねりに否応なく呑みこまれていく仲間たち。やがて、全ては散り散りとなり、男はおよそ武士とは言えぬ無様を晒し、果て、その想いは歴史の片隅に塵と消えた。

そうしてその旗は折れた。

―――はずだった。

しかし、その旗は確かに掲げられ、はためき続けたのだ。かつてその旗のもとに集った仲間たちの中で、折れることなく、もう集うことの無いその時のために。男が尽くした誠の一字とともに。

そして、今、君のもとで掲げよう。

―――我らの『誠』の旗を、ここに。

The flag was accompanied by vows.

The man flew the flag for his proud conviction to live and die with honesty.

To commit to his will of being the most warrior-minded warrior in the turbulent times.

He truly meant this hoisted vow to serve the sincerest honesty to his grave.

—Yet he didn't.

Contrary to his will, what he got was bloody power struggles, murder among sworn brothers, and friends who accepted these storms like it was normal. Eventually, it all fell apart and all the man had to show for it was patheticness unthinkable to a warrior. Rotting in this patheticness, he perished, and his will returned to the dust to be a footnote in history.

And then the flag would fall to the ground.

—Yet it didn't.

The flag was clearly still flying nonetheless. It was still hoisted in the hearts of the friends who once gathered under its banner, for the sake of the time they would never be able to gather together again. Alongside the word "honesty", which the man lived for.

And now we raise the flag for him.

"The flag of Honesty flies right here!"