Fist of the North Star: HOKUTO NO KEN (北斗の拳 -FIST OF THE NORTH STAR-)

Under the seven stars shining in the sky,

a dreadful assassination art lay hidden for 1,800 long years

in the darkness of history.

Living in history's shadows, concealed in history's darkness,

it's an art that moved through the ages.

And its name is...

MEN WHO SAW HER TEARS

Hmph, why am I all the way out here standing watch over the village?

Hm?

Huh?

Y... You bastard!

That hurts!

Where's your main camp?

Owwww!

Tell me or I'll kill you.

They're on the other side of that rock!

Oh, really?

Don't move from this spot.

I hit Shinfukumen, one of your Channeling Points.

And I'm taking this back.

Another thing.

Move a single step,

and it's "boom."

Cut the bullshit!

I'll kill y...

That traitor.

Showing his damn face around here.

I'll kill him...

What's going on here?

You waltzed in here willingly?

I've never met a bigger idiot than you!

People like you

are just useless garbage before my Nanto Suichoken.

That guy only acts for his own benefit.

Why is he here?

We, the Fang Clan, aren't just any old gang.

Wolves hunt their prey in packs.

Even the mightiest enemy stands no chance against a pack of wolves!

Watch!

This is a mass-killing art from the Chinese martial art, Xiang Xing Quan!

Kazan Gunroken!

Stop yelling and come at me.

What did you say?!

You're a fool.

You're strong, I'll admit that.

But that strength

made you reckless enough to just show up here!

You idiot!

Even if a thousand weaklings come at me,

I can't be beat.

What did you say?!

Get off your high horse!

This martial art's unbeatable, mastered only by the Fang Clan.

You sure talk a lot, wolf.

What?

Y... You're...

When did you get here?

If you came here to help me, I don't need it.

That's not why I'm here.

Huh?

But why are you here?

What?

Probably the same reason as you.

Whaat?

Looks like we're both powerless against a woman's tears.

What the hell? Why are you acting so calm?

You're about to get killed, you know?

Do you want to die that badly?

Show 'em the true terror of our Gunroken!

Stupid!

Now's our chance!

That kind of child's play won't work on me.

Your martial art is all smoke and mirrors, no matter who you face.

In that case, we'll go high and low!

You're the last one left.

What will you do?

Fools.

I'm not the last of the Fang Clan, got it?

Those are your last words?

Thousand Hand Destruction Fist!

Huh? I don't feel anything.

Even so,

you only have five seconds left to live.

N... No, I don't want to die in five seconds!

Then just die now.

I'm shocked to find a Hokuto Shinken user in a place like this.

Nanto attacks the surface.

This Yang martial art branched out into various schools,

passing down to the outside world.

But Hokuto, passed from master to a single disciple, has just one school.

I guess that was how Nanto and Hokuto were fated to be.

Want some?

Let me ask one thing.

Why are you looking for the man with seven scars?

Do you know what this is?

No.

This was once a pure-white bridal veil.

The blood of the men I've defeated

has completely soiled it.

Do you know who this belonged to?

This was

my little sister's.

My little sister Airi

was supposed to wear this at her wedding.

But times have changed.

The better the woman, the higher the price.

In my absence, they raided my village and murdered my parents.

And they abducted Airi, who had finally found happiness!

I don't know this man's face.

But with my father's last breath, he mentioned

"the man with seven scars on his chest."

I'll find that man and kill him.

I won't stop fighting until then, even if this veil is drenched with blood.

At this point, it may be natural to think Airi is dead.

But I can't accept that.

I can see it.

Airi's crying face.

I can still hear her voice

calling out to me.

Rei.

What if...

What if I have seven scars on my chest too?

What then?

What?

There are seven scars on your chest?

That joke was terrible.

I've lived my life surrounded by villains.

The look in their eyes tells me who they are.

Ken!

And your companions...

There's no better judge of character than a child's pure eyes.

Farewell, Koh.