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Gwah! Impossible... The fist of the emperor... is the strongest of them all! I refuse to believe it! How... How could you have managed to best me?!
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You seek only power, and it was that single-minded pursuit that has sealed your fate. But I tell you... Had your fists even once protected or cared for another, perhaps, a different future would have awaited you.
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Hmph... I see. One's destiny is guided by their fist, so to say...
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Successor of Hokuto Shinken... I must admit... You are truly deserving of that title...
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Krauser. By power you rose, and by power you fall... At the very least, you're true to your principles.
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Hokuto Shinken... But it wasn't power that brought Krauser down. It was heart.
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Those who have crossed fists have no need for words. And Terry, your fists - they have sparked a new light within my soul.
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You're amazing... Just watching you fight gave me chills. I wonder if I'll ever be strong enough to protect people like you...
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Don't worry. In your fists already lies the power to protect someone.
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Kenshiro... I know it wasn't by choice, but I'm so glad you came here. South Town is safe because of you. Thank you.
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I didn't save anyone. It was you. You and your hearts.
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Huh... Do you think... we'll ever meet again?
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All I know for certain is that my heart will always be with you. Farewell.
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Kenshiro's figure fades into the sunbreak. As they watch him leave in silence, one thing is clear: on his back he carries more strength, more sorrow, and more compassion than any other soul.
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