What can be said about Fire Punch that couldn't be said about a natural disaster? In truth, that is the essence of Fire Punch: Unending suffering, loss, and the struggle to hold onto a light that burns ever dimmer day by day.
In some ways Fire Punch is sloppy: the art is stylized to the extent that it is difficult to parse, the story jumps and skips and runs back enough to be occasionally jarring, and the characters have more holes in their personality and motives than a block of Swiss cheese.
But in this madness, this turmoil, thus there is beauty - a cacophony of violence and despair and fingertips reaching toward hope that can never quite be grasped. Over and over again.
Fire Punch is just that: A flaming punch to the face, repeatedly, until you, the reader, are left dumbfounded and astonished at the sheer beauty of violence and hope bred from cold despair of the world created in the story. Fire Punch is a fight for survival in manga form, so esoteric and outlandish that it becomes hard to describe in its descent into madness.
And just like any descent into madness, chances are: You'll come back for more.