My master, the day you crossed over, September 16, 1920. The heart of the capitalist world fired a salute for you—boom! My master, whether you are making a bowl of chicken soup for all sentient beings, or fighting to the end Be a talker. You have to remember, Master, we have always used deception as our strength to crush the world. I also believe that you will be careful not to die, because dying will really kill! But the real Victory, master, is a unparalleled start in the global cultural world. One day our journey