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I Learned Fist of the North Star

The hooded man's new video, like his previous ones, has a concise yet impactful title. Just like his first video where he learned magic, this time the title is "I Learned Fist of the North Star."

This video, like the previous ones, begins with the camera focusing on a dimly lit room, surrounded by heavy shadows, creating an atmosphere of oppression. Suddenly, the camera shifts, revealing the hooded man. He wears a tight-fitting black leather outfit, looking cool and rugged, like a character straight out of an anime.

[Isn't that... Kenshiro?!]

A shocked comment quickly appeared on the screen, followed by a flurry of discussion among viewers.

Wait a minute, this look is so familiar! Isn't that Kenshiro, the protagonist of Fist of the North Star? The hooded guy has even learned Fist of the North Star?!

The familiar look immediately made some of the fans recognize who the hooded man was cosplaying, coupled with the headline—"Has he really learned Fist of the North Star?!"

At that moment, the hearts of the fans watching began to pound.

The hooded man stood before the camera, staring coldly at it, his gaze deep and powerful. As the background music began to play softly, he swiftly assumed a classic Hokuto Shinken (Fist of the North Star) fighting stance. He looked down at his chest, and with the change in movement, a magical transformation occurred on his black leather jacket—the jacket began to crack, then exploded with a "boom," scattering black leather everywhere to reveal a unique makeup—the makeup pattern on his chest was clearly visible: the Big Dipper, composed of seven gunshot wounds, radiating a stunning light.

The video transitions, and the hooded man suddenly points both hands sharply at the table in front of him. His lips move slightly, and a deep voice says, "You are already dead." As this classic line is uttered, the camera immediately zooms in.

The video continued playing, and as the hooded man uttered the line "You are already dead," the camera focused on the table in front of him. The moment this line appeared on the screen, suddenly, the magic of the special effects began to gather.

The scene shifts, and the hooded man slightly raises his finger, then suddenly points it at the table. Almost instantly, the air above the table seems to freeze, all visual focus fixed on the table. Just as the audience is wondering what happened, suddenly—

A powerful beam of light shot from the hooded man's fingertips. Although the camera didn't directly capture the beam itself, the air seemed to ripple with immense energy as it was guided by him. Then, the surface of the table underwent a dramatic change, as if struck by an invisible force.

"Ada da da da da!!!!"

With a deafening crash, a noticeable dent appeared on the table's surface, followed by a violent tremor that caused the table to shake violently. Then, the tabletop instantly cracked, deep fissures rapidly spreading outwards. Almost instantly, the table was completely ripped apart, splinters of wood flying everywhere. The table's remains scattered across the screen, as if struck by some irresistible force, exploding in a shocking visual effect that seemed to make the entire screen vibrate.

Wood chips and dust flew everywhere from the impact of the explosion; the tabletop was completely gone, leaving only scattered fragments and chaos. Meanwhile, the hooded man in the shot maintained his indifferent posture, his hands still clenched, the Big Dipper on his body faintly visible in the smoke, as if the explosion had had no effect on him whatsoever.

The hooded man stood motionless, like a true successor of Hokuto Shinken, proudly standing amidst the ruins.

Viewers off-screen erupted in excitement, with the comment section overflowing with enthusiastic bullet comments.

Is this Fist of the North Star? It's incredible! It's almost unreal!

Could it be that he really mastered the Hokuto Shinken?!

I knew Fist of the North Star was real!!!

I can't believe my eyes, the special effects are absolutely perfect!

[Male with the hood, I want to have your babies!]

Master, please teach me the Fist of the North Star!!!

At that moment, the hooded man in the video did not immediately leave the frame. He stood quietly amidst the ruins of the explosion, the air thick with smoke and light, the surroundings utterly silent. Then, he turned slightly, a burst of intense flames erupting behind him. The camera zoomed out rapidly in that instant, and with his cold stride, the video slowly came to an end.

The text on the screen flashed again: "to be continued..."

All of this looks like a real scene straight out of an anime.

[Hahaha, the title is so true! It makes me feel like the hooded man really stepped out of a comic book!]

The clothes-ripping effect was incredibly realistic, it was almost magical!

As the comments scrolled rapidly, more and more fans recognized the familiar look—not just the outfit, but also the classic black leather jacket, the cracked special effects, and even the hooded man's movements were exactly like Kenshiro's. The line "You are already dead" also brought to mind countless unforgettable classic scenes from Fist of the North Star.

Magic and Fist of the North Star—these are skills that should be real, but through the packaging of the internet, viewers have come to believe that they are just special effects.

But without a doubt, this shocking and stunning effect is something that no one can ignore, leaving a deep impression on the hearts of every viewer.

When the video ended, Yutenji Ruomai sat in front of her live stream, watching the constantly refreshed comments and number of viewers. She knew that this kind of content had far exceeded the limits she could achieve.

"We can't win."

Yutenji Ruomai stared at the screen, her lips twitching slightly, her purple eyes revealing complex emotions. She murmured to herself, her voice barely audible, as if afraid that the viewers in the live stream would hear her disappointment.

If before it was just avoidance, and one could pretend not to see the gap between the two people... now, this gap is like it's been mercilessly magnified onto their faces by this video, and the purple-haired girl can't pretend not to see it anymore.

Less than five minutes after the video was posted, Yutenji Ruomai refreshed the page and found that the number of YouTube followers for the hooded man had surged by 10.

Countless comments on the screen cheered for the hooded man—"Masterpiece!" "The hooded man is invincible!" "This is truly the charm of a king!"

For the hooded man, 10 followers were as simple as breathing, but for Yutenji Ruomai, it was an almost insurmountable chasm. She silently pinched her palm, forcing herself to face this cruel reality—such attention was an achievement she could never attain in a year, two years, or even a lifetime.

Just as she was feeling frustrated, a comment suddenly appeared in the live stream chat that made her heart race.

When will Meowmukin collaborate with the hooded man?

【Yeah, Meowm should try collaborating with Yin Lin (Seven)'s dad, Siqi is the guy with the hood!】

[If Miaomu and the hooded man made a video together, it might go viral!]

I want to see Meowm and the hooded man fight! One uses magic, the other uses makeup, hahaha.

The comments on the screen grew louder and louder, as if urging her to respond. Yutenji Ruomai looked at these words and felt a heavy sense of powerlessness, but at the same time, a thought of compromise was also growing within her.

Before, I thought to myself that I would never forgive him! Unless he knelt down!

"...A collaboration is the best option right now."

Yutenji Ruomai murmured to herself, as if trying to convince herself.

She put down her mouse, forced a gentle smile, and said to the camera as if she didn't care at all, "Actually, I also think the hooded guy's videos are really amazing! If I have the chance, I'd love to collaborate with him once. Maybe we can really create some new sparks, right?"

Yutenji Wakame looked at the barrage of comments that had become much denser than before because of this sentence, and couldn't help but tap her fingers lightly on the table. The unwillingness and stubbornness in her heart were blown away by the wind like ashes after a fire, driven by the barrage of comments.

"That's right,"

Yutenji Wakana murmured to herself, as if trying to convince herself, or as if making a firm decision, "Even if it means kneeling, I will get the hooded man to collaborate with me!"

For the sake of traffic and popularity, Yutenji Ruomai will do even the most difficult requests!

Just like Nagasaki Sosei, the purple-haired girl's expression after being hit by the boomerang—she'll definitely pull it off!

Chapter 54 Nagasaki Sosei's Nightmare

"don't want!!!"

Nagasaki Sase abruptly lifted her head from the table, her eyes filled with terror and confusion. Her voice was almost forced from the depths of her throat, carrying suppressed pain and unease. That single "No" nearly tore her heart apart, suggesting that the girl was struggling against some inescapable fate.

I was jolted awake from a nightmare, my heart pounding as if it were still echoing in my ears.

Breathing rapidly and pale, the brown-haired girl gripped the table tightly with both hands, her fingertips turning white. The fear within her prevented her from calming down, as if the nightmare hadn't ended but was still trapping her.

The girl's eyes darted around, as if searching for something that could put her at ease, but the room in front of her remained blurry and oppressive.

Nagasaki Sase stared at the blurry ceiling, trying to dispel the heavy sense of oppression, but the fear in her mind remained. She slowly lowered her head and saw herself lying face down on the table, the wooden surface slightly concave, casting a pale shadow through the dim light of the desk lamp.

The notebooks and books on the table were scattered haphazardly, as if she had accidentally pushed them aside.

Nagasaki Sase's hands trembled slightly, and she unconsciously lowered her head, almost touching the table with her forehead. Her breathing was rapid and heavy, as if the shadow of that nightmare still clung tightly to the girl, impossible to shake off.

The blurry images from her dream floated into her mind, seemingly an inescapable chase or unspeakable pain. She gripped the edge of the table tightly, trying to calm herself, but the unease and fear in her heart grew stronger and stronger, like a bottomless darkness from which she could not escape.

Nagasaki Sase closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and forced herself to break free from the fog of fear. A wisp of cold air from the table brushed against the back of her hand, bringing a slight coolness, but it couldn't soothe the turmoil in her heart.

Nagasaki Sase had a nightmare, a nightmare like an endless abyss, layer upon layer, never ceasing. She was trapped in it, as if she had spent the rest of her life in it, experiencing countless unforgettable moments. Each dream carried different fears and oppressions, yet they all seemed to be connected, interwoven into a net from which she could not escape.

The girl dreamed that Toyokawa Shoko invited her to join the band he formed, dreamed that Toyokawa Shoko comforted her after her mother's death, dreamed that Toyokawa Shoko disbanded Crychic, dreamed that no matter how much she begged and pleaded with Toyokawa Shoko to stay, it was in vain, dreamed that Toyokawa Shoko abandoned her and formed a new band, dreamed that Toyokawa Shoko failed, and dreamed that Toyokawa Shoko disappeared from her world.

Nagasaki Sase's dream initially resembled a fairytale wrapped in icing, filled with warmth and happiness. She dreamt that she was invited by Toyokawa Shoko to join her band, just as it would happen in the real world.

But then things took a turn for the worse: Nagasaki Sase's mother remarried.

Nagasaki Sase did not express any objection to her mother's remarriage. She had always seen how busy her mother was with work.

As someone who had troubled her mother, Nagasaki Sase hoped her mother could find happiness again. Therefore, she wholeheartedly supported her mother's marriage.

However, her mother's husband was too young. Nagasaki Sōse felt that he wasn't much older than her, and for some reason, she disliked the man named Ichinose Wakaba.

Nagasaki Sase's attitude towards the other party was not as she had initially thought: "I will support you, Mother."

She did not call Ichinose Wakaba "father," and when her mother came to see her privately, she only responded with silence.

Later, faced with her mother's disappointed and pained expression, Nagasaki Sase felt very sad, but because of Toyokawa Shoko's invitation to join the band, she temporarily forgot her mother's words—"I'm sorry, Mom, I'll talk to you properly in a while."

With their first live performance about to begin, Nagasaki Sose put aside her grief over her mother and threw herself into the band.

As a result, this letting go became a final farewell.

As the dream gradually changes, Nagasaki Sase dreams that his mother has passed away, and he stands helplessly in a cold funeral hall, unable to stop crying.

[Shuangshi, Mom knows you're busy and probably doesn't want to bother you, but I really hope you and Ruoye can get along well. After all, we're family now.]

"Mommy, Mommy, sob sob sob, I'm sorry, if I, if I, sob sob sob."

Nagasaki Sase's heart grew heavier, as if she were overwhelmed by regret. She sat in her room, her fingers trembling as she held her phone, the last Line message her mother had sent her displayed on the screen.

That was the last trace of affection and concern her mother left her, and also an irretrievable regret. Nagasaki Sase scrolled across the screen with her finger, repeatedly reading those lines, her heart filled with pain and remorse.

Nagasaki Sase regrets it; if she hadn't been so focused on the band, her mother might not have ended up like this.

Or, if she hadn't only focused on the band, her mother wouldn't have left with regrets.

Even if it were just one night, a chat with my mother, the outcome might be different now.

The brown-haired girl was withdrawn and locked herself in her room.

Just when Nagasaki Sase needed comfort the most, Toyokawa Shoko appeared. Shoko gently embraced her and said in a slightly trembling voice, "You still have me." At that moment, it was as if a ray of light had been rekindled in Nagasaki's world. She believed that no matter how difficult things were, Shoko would stay with her and would never leave.

Just when Nagasaki Sase thought she could continue to be happy like this forever, her dream began to change.

She dreamt that Toyokawa Shoko suddenly announced the disbandment of Crychic, declaring without any regret in front of everyone: "Starting today, Crychic is disbanded."

Nagasaki couldn't accept it and desperately begged Toyokawa Shoko not to give up, even as Nagasaki Sase knelt on the ground pleading: "I'll do anything! Just don't leave, Shoko!"

But her voice seemed to be swallowed up by the heavy air, and the blue-haired girl didn't even turn around to look at her.

Then, Nagasaki Sase dreamt that Toyokawa Shoko had formed a new band on her own, and there was even another familiar face in it—Muto. Why? Why even you!

She watched as her former bandmates, Shoko Toyokawa and Mutsumi Ruoba, took to the stage, while she, Sosei Nagasaki, could only stand in the shadows, like a forgotten spectator.

Even more terrifying dreams followed. Nagasaki Sase saw Toyokawa Shoko fail in her new band, and those who had once supported her gradually distanced themselves, even being referred to as "half-body" Ruoye Mutsumi by the other party.

At this moment, Nagasaki Sase felt that her opportunity had come—"It's okay, Shoko, I'm still here for you."

Just as Toyokawa Shoko saved her when she was depressed after her mother's death, Nagasaki Sase wanted to save Toyokawa Shoko.

However, Toyokawa Shoko refused to look at her again and even treated her with indifference, as if she were a stranger.

In the end, Nagasaki Sawa dreamt that Toyokawa Shoko had completely disappeared from her world, and no matter how she called out or searched, she couldn't find that familiar figure. That sense of loneliness was like an invisible shackle, firmly trapping her in place.

Chapter 55 The Nightmare Continues

In the early morning, soft sunlight streamed into the room through the curtains, filling it with warmth. Nagasaki's mother had just woken up and opened her eyes to see Nagasaki Sase sitting quietly on the edge of the bed, holding a cup of hot water.

The daughter's expression was as gentle as ever, with a slight upturn at the corners of her mouth, but the fatigue in her eyes was unmistakable, as if she hadn't slept well the night before.

"Souyo? What are you doing here?" Nagasaki's mother asked, slightly surprised but with concern in her voice.

"Good morning, Mom," the brown-haired girl said softly, handing her a cup of hot water. "Drink some water first thing after you wake up; this water is just the right temperature."

Nagasaki's mother took the cup, feeling the slight warmth emanating from it, and a complex emotion welled up inside her: "You woke up so early? Didn't you sleep well last night?"

She was clearly the mother, but in the end, she was the one being taken care of.

Nagasaki Sase lowered her eyes, her tone still calm: "It's nothing, I just woke up a little early." She paused, then looked up again, a hint of expectation in her eyes, "I thought I could spend some time with you, Mom, this morning. It's been so long since we talked."

Nagasaki's mother's gaze involuntarily drifted to her phone on the bedside table. The screen flashed unread work messages and email notifications from yesterday's investigation. She hesitated for a moment, sighed, and said apologetically, "Souze, Mom might not have time to talk for long today; my work schedule is very full..."

“Yes, I understand.” Nagasaki Sase smiled slightly, nodded, and spoke in a gentle voice, as soft as a breeze. “It’s okay, Mom. I just wanted to see you. You go ahead with your work, don’t worry about me.”

Even so, the brown-haired girl's mind involuntarily returned to the nightmare of the previous night.

The dream was so real; she dreamt that her mother, due to long hours of work and lack of rest, was involved in a car accident on her way home after working overtime late one night.

Nagasaki Sase dreamt that she nearly collapsed upon hearing the news, only to find her mother's cold body at the hospital. In the dream, she kept blaming herself for her negligence and her silence—if only she had spent more time with her, if only she had said a few more words to remind her mother to rest, perhaps none of this would have happened.

Nagasaki Sase even vividly remembers the image of herself in the dream, helplessly standing in the white corridor of the hospital, clutching her mother's last possession and weeping uncontrollably. That despair and self-blame were like the tide of the deep sea, engulfing her again and again, until she woke up with a start, only to find herself covered in cold sweat and her heart pounding like a drum.

"Saoyo?" Nagasaki's mother's voice pulled her back from her memories. Nagasaki Saoyo raised her head, barely managing to suppress the gloom in her heart, and revealed her usual gentle smile.

"What's wrong? What are you thinking about?" Nagasaki's mother seemed to notice her absent-mindedness, and her brows furrowed slightly.

"It's nothing." Nagasaki Sase shook his head, his smile gentle and faint. "I just suddenly thought of the days when we ate breakfast together when we were kids, and I miss it."

She didn't tell her mother about the dream because the girl knew her mother was already very busy, and she didn't want to distract her further.

As always, Nagasaki Sose chose to keep those heavy emotions to herself and process them alone.

"Shuangshi, are you free later?"

Nagasaki's mother suddenly asked, "Compared to those jobs, do you think your daughter is more important now?"

"I need to go to school later to see Xiao Mu."