Tetsuhiro changed the subject. "We can talk about that later. Right now, your main task is to defeat Nanto Suichosei—Shin—and rescue Yuria."
By unspoken agreement, neither of them mentioned a certain helmet-wearing scumbag.
At that moment, Tetsuhiro remembered that when he had been going around punishing people, he had once spared that bastard because he was too disgusted to deal with him.
"You're right. It seems you really do know me well." Kenshiro thought it over and agreed that it made sense.
Then his gaze sharpened as he asked, "You know so much, and now you've met me. What are you after?"
"You're the rightful successor to the North Star, the savior chosen by destiny. Word about you spread long ago. Anyone with a little ability would know, wouldn't they?"
"Now that I've met you, I'm even more interested in you."
"Well, I'm not interested in you."
"Don't get the wrong idea. I'm a straight man. I meant your character and the Fist of the North Star."
"So that was your real aim after all. I thought you were a compassionate man too." Kenshiro immediately took a fighting stance, his expression turning cold again.
"See? You don't like hearing the truth either. I'm not here just for the Fist of the North Star. That martial art is fairly simple. I could probably learn it after watching it once. Of course, a more in-depth exchange would be even better."
"What arrogance!" Kenshiro retorted disdainfully. "Do you know how difficult it is to learn the Fist of the North Star? You have to undergo inhuman training from childhood..."
"I know, but I'm different from you people. You can't judge me by ordinary standards."
"Different?" Barto and Lin were curious.
"Yes. Like this, for instance." With both hands in his pockets, Tetsuhiro slowly