Legend had it that the sun, moon, and stars in the sky corresponded to every person's fate...
When one's natal star shone brightly, good fortune smiled upon them, and their luck was at its peak.
When one's natal star dimmed, their fortunes declined, leaving them unable to recover.
Guided by a certain consciousness, the star chain came into being. It drew in every chosen person, their destinies secretly determined long ago.
Perhaps Toki, Raoh, and Kao had already seen through it.
Until its hosts fulfilled their missions, this star chain would not let them die by accident. It also constrained their minds and actions.
The battered vehicle rattled and jolted its way to a small town ten kilometers away.
The KING Organization had only just occupied the place, and a white flag bearing a red cross-shaped star still flew above it.
The group had just hidden beside a ruined wall when Kenshiro spotted the flag and blurted out, "The Southern Cross! What's it doing here?"
"Ah! No, I can't do it!"
Just then, a man's anguished cries rang out from the clearing ahead of the ruined wall.
A group of civilians stopped working and watched him in distress.
The man dropped his bow and arrows and fell to his knees, already on the verge of breaking down.
Fifty meters ahead of him stood a wooden stake, with a young boy tied to it?!
Nearby, a flamboyant, burly red-haired man sat in a chair, surrounded by several thugs, enjoying the spectacle.
Sharp-eyed Barto was the first to spot the red-haired man's mark. "Jack of Diamonds! That leader has a jack of diamonds carved into his forehead. He's from the KING Organization!"
"The KING Organization again." Something clicked in Kenshiro's mind. "And the Southern Cross flag of Nanto is here too.