Translating Hiromu's diary entry after his title match with Evil

July 25th

I made it back to Tokyo. I’m not sure what time it was when I got home. I feel like all my bones are fractured. I know they’re not, though.

I know what it’s like to suffer. Maybe I’ll feel a little better tomorrow after I get some sleep.

Even though he was in the opposite corner, I wonder if I’m a fool for still believing in him then.

Today wasn’t the match that we promised we’d have seven years ago, was it?

I tried my best to understand who he was. No, I think I still know who he is.

How is the new Evil going to cheat, how is he going to ruin this match? I thought this through and thought I had found a chink in his armor. But Dick Togo covered for him and I couldn’t follow through on my plan.

He’s a strong man. Why is he using him like this?

It was frustrating. I knew deep down that he was going to cheat, but in the end I was crushed anyways.

I wanted to beat you one on one. With my own power.

That’s why I told the others not to run in, no matter what happened.

Daisuke-han even came and worked commentary. As I thought, his support gave me tremendous strength.

The fans kept silent and clapped for me, even though you couldn’t help but yell out the “one, two!” count, that made me super happy. I definitely shouldn’t say that, but I was so happy.

Even though people say “Hiromu has no business holding the IWGP heavyweight belt,” I want to prove those people wrong.

I’ll continue to chase my dream. I’m not giving up, just let me sleep for four hours. Then I’ll go for a run.