I was born as a fighter.
I never knew what love was.
I only knew what was on the battlefield and what was in front of me.
Is this the life of a fighter to be born and die on a battlefield?
No one knows my name.
For all they know; my name is No Name.
I am a guardian.
Protector of the weak and defenseless.
You can give me any name.
I just want to remain as No Name.