All farmers ever do is worry, whether the rain falls, the sun shines, or the wind blows. In short, all they know is fear.

I was once your age, you know. Hone your skills, then go to war and do great things. Then become lord of your own castle and domain. But as you dream those dreams, before you know it, your hair will turn as gray as mine. By that time you’ve lost your parents and you’re all alone.

In the end, we lost this battle too. I mean, the victory belongs to those peasants. Not to us.

Bandits are coming, you fool. Your head is on the block, and all you think of are your whiskers?

I’m Heihachi Hayashida. A modest warrior of the Wood-Chop School.