"What is going on……"
"Why am I the only survivor…..?"
"Where are the eyes?"
"Where are they????"
Bloodshed, everywhere
The Kurutu Massacre
How could this happen!!! My family, my fiancé
All vanished into thin air……
My people had gone
The only remain of the tribe I cry until the break of dawn
Rain
Trying to sooth my wounded soul
Blood
The more I dig, the more it bleeds
May you all rest in peace……
The blood that flows in my vein is cursed
The warfare between the Ryodan is emerged
I gaze into their empty eyes
I vow to restore the dignity of our tribes
Walking towards the destiny, I told myself
To be a hunter, so that I can fulfill my oath
To get back the red burning eyes
Ryodan, you shall die
I wait for the day to come,
To seal your nen, Kuroro; I demand
In the destiny, I have met the three great mates,
Maybe this is what they called the "fate",
Even though they try to help me out,
But in my heart deeply I shout,
I have to settle this all by myself.
No more life shall be sacrifice,
Therefore I have learned an ultimate nen,
that will probably take my life,
when I over-used or killed those who are not the Ryodan…
Sigh…. How I wish this would never happens,
Where I could live happily with my tribe,
Oh, poor Kurapika the poor man,
'cos he is the hatred soul with neither future nor end.