We are the last
of the Emishi.
It's years since the Emperor
destroyed our tribe...
and drove the remnants
of our people to the east.
Some managed to survive here
for all these years,
but the blood of our tribe has grown
thinner and weaker with each generation.
Now our last prince must cut his
hair and leave us, never to return?
Sometimes I think the gods
are laughing at us.
Our laws forbid us from watching you go,
Ashitaka.
Whatever comes to pass now,
you are dead to us forever.
Farewell.
Sometimes you guys are fucking drama queens.