真夏の海に清風が流れ込む。 大波、荒波、なんのその。 その勢いは留まることを知らない。自然に溶け込む泰然自若こそ、また剣豪の証たれば。

NA Localization: A gust of fresh air blows across the summer ocean. Big waves, raging waves...no cause for concern. They won't stop her drive.



Having the presence of mind to meld into nature is just further evidence of mastery of the sword. Fan Translation: A refreshing breeze flows into the midsummer's sea.

The surge, the raging wave, none of that matters.

I don't know how to stop this vigour. Having the presence of mind that integrates with nature, such is the proof of master swordsmen.