BAKI-DOU: THE INVINCIBLE SAMURAI
KARATE-DO SHINSHINKAI HEADQUARTERS
Taking down the fighting general Goki Shibukawa.
I was convinced that I had you with that second leg-blade kick,
but it failed.
Man, that gave me chills.
I nearly had my head taken off.
You're unique for being one-armed.
The successor is close to reaching full perfection.
You're teasing me. You only let me graze you.
- Intensive training? - Yes.
Since around after the parent-child fight, I can't shake this uneasy feeling.
Unless I'm training hard, something just feels off.
So, you as well.
What do you mean by "you as well"?
Everyone's like that.
Everyone...
First of all, your father, Doppo, started waterfall training.
And he's not young.
You're very well-informed.
Motobe has apparently...
Izo Motobe?
...gone into mountain retreat.
Kosho Shinogi
has supposedly been slashing sandbags day after day.
I hear the cost of duct tape for repairs is getting out of hand.
And his older brother, Kureha, has been neglecting his real job.
Jack keeps taking more and more drugs.
Sea King Retsu's in America, so I'm not sure about him.
What about Mr. Oliva?
According to a Metropolitan Police insider,
Oliva's doing the hardest labor in prison.
As far as I know,
the only one who hasn't changed at all is Kaoru Hanayama.
And what about you, Master Shibukawa?
Katsumi.
I'm sure you know this,
but when you practice martial arts long enough, you develop strange skills.
You develop a kind of precognition, sensing danger before it happens.
I understand.
Katsumi, we're sensing something.
Absolutely.
There's nothing appealing about it.
But Noble Elder, this is pure procreation.
It's such an artificial form of sexual behavior.
Truly magnificent sexual behavior.
I completely agree.
You can't see much from behind, so use the monitor.
What's this?
It's a healthy, unfertilized egg.
The nucleus will be removed from it.
Then the donor's nucleus will be transplanted.
So the donor must be...
That's right. It's Musashi Miyamoto himself.
Let's assume this experiment succeeds...
No assumptions are needed.
The doctor's nucleus transplant technique is the best.
In 28 days, we'll be able to behold the fetus of Musashi Miyamoto himself.
Twenty-eight days? In such a short period of time?
Our technology is the best in the world.
No other facility even comes close.
Our team can't afford to make mistakes.
Construction costs exceeded eight times those of a surface facility.
This is the most advanced cloning laboratory ever built.
It's starting.
What just came out?
It's a glass tube, a special one with a diameter of 100 micrometers.
The nucleus is now being extracted from the egg.
Oh, that's quick.
Impressive as always, Dr. Honer. He's extracted it.
That's right. The nucleus extraction is complete.
Oh, what's that?
This tool is called a needle pipette.
Its thickness is about one hundredth of a hair,
and it injects a new nucleus.
Inserting!
It's the cloned embryo. The nucleus.
It's the nucleus of Musashi Miyamoto, extracted from his own cells.
Fertilization complete.
Again. This is not it. This isn't the guy.
This heartbeat is too ordinary.
This is awful!
Match over.
Just now...
Just now, he definitely stifled a yawn.
Hold on a little bit, Baki.
Your yawning will stop in ten months.
Around two billion years passed between the birth of life and humanity.
That pace is being maintained.
Musashi, eleven months and ten days.
The energy consumption's higher than a full sprint.
I'm only doing cross pull-ups, but...
Something's not right.
Yesterday, I hit my max bench press.
Before that, I ran a 100-meter dash.
Right before raising my fist, right before the finish line,
a yawn hit me.
That's medically impossible.
Why am I so bored?
What am I bored of?
Is this a good thing or a bad thing?
Extreme cold, waterfall training.
I'm extending my height beyond what it is right now.
Taller, higher.
Calculated from my torso length.
The limit that won't affect my athletic performance.
Thirty centimeters of bone extension.
My target height is two meters and 43 centimeters.
I can look down on all my enemies.
This is the second bone-lengthening surgery.
I can endure the pain from the pressure.
But what's happening?
Even in this intense pain,
these yawns keep coming over and over again.
Birth preparations are complete.
Pulse normal.
Amniotic fluid temperature normal.
Body temperature 36 degrees, no abnormalities.
Eleven months, ten days, nine hours and forty-one minutes since fertilization.
Equivalent age: thirty-two years and six months.
All values normal.
Deliver!
I mean, this hand is big, but it surprisingly looks kind of normal.
Anyway...
this is the Musashi Miyamoto.
Battle-hardened, unmatched under heaven. The real Musashi Miyamoto himself.
Certainly, I can tell the level of his strength at a glance.
The real deal. That goes without saying.
The word "strongest" was made for this man.
Boss, how many times do you think
you've yawned since you sat down?
You've done it so many times that I've lost count.
Should I just disappear if I'm boring you?
It was the day before yesterday.
Someone aimed a gun at me.
Hanayama, you bastard, get ready!
He was rambling some nonsense really fast.
Don't miss.
If you do, then...
I walked up while talking to him.
And then...
I knew this was wrong,
but I couldn't stop myself.
You're not the one boring me.
I'm sorry about that.
Have a drink.
I'm sorry!
This boredom...
I'm sorry!
If I'm in front of him...
I'm sorry!
What will happen?
I'm sorry!
That's quite a thing to say.
You want to fight Ogre?
That takes me back.
Takes you back?
You said you wanted to fight Yujiro Hanma.
I haven't heard such brave words in a long time.
Anyway, you made a remarkable decision.
Challenging Yujiro Hanma goes beyond anything you'd call a match.
No one would fight that monster like that. So why challenge him?
You must be really bored.
It goes back five years.
When Yujiro Hanma and Kaoru Hanayama had an unexpected fight at an arcade in Tokyo.
All people say about it is one word: gruesome.
Its overwhelming conclusion traumatizes you for a lifetime.
There was no reason for them to ever meet again.
An ending that should've never happened.
It was terrifying.
The pain and humiliation you felt that night was chilling,
but there's a pain even greater than that.
You're absolutely right.
The excruciating pain of boredom, which shouldn't hurt at all.
I see. I'm sure Ogre would heal you.
I appreciate it, Hanayama.
I wanted to call Ogre to Tokyo too.
The name Kaoru Hanayama will get him to move.
All measurements are normal. No issues found.
And yet, as you know, the effect persists.
It's been 81 hours since birth, and the subject has yet to wake up.
Pulse, body temperature, blood pressure.
They're all being monitored 24 hours a day.
All readings are within normal range, except for one.
Brain waves show no response.
The data is perfect on paper.
But that fact means nothing now.
The subject is still asleep.
Data is powerless in the face of this reality.
Everyone, please save this powerless paleontologist.
That's the situation.
This is just a hypothesis.
The debate grew heated and contentious.
And just as it seemed every opinion had been voiced...
You made the Buddha but left out its soul.
Although he's almost perfect, the essential part is missing.
Pardon me for saying this in front of you experts,
but please listen to an amateur's thoughts.
The latest data, the past data, the accumulated data.
Data.
There are realms numbers and science can't reach.
I'm sorry to bring up something personal,
but I have an older sister.
She's a professional medium, which is suspicious.
She's a pretty questionable sister.
In other words, my sister's a psychic.
Psychic? What?
Well...
Like a shrine maiden?
Maybe an itako?
By the way, Owner Tokugawa,
what exactly are you going to ask your sister?
Of course she's shady if she calls herself a psychic.
You're right to be suspicious,
but your imagination's way too naive.
She's 100 times shadier than that!
Fool!
How dare a commoner like you summon Nobunaga himself!
- What? - Who?
Nobunaga Oda, she says.
Do you wish to be cut down?
Okay, next.
Um... I heard you can summon anyone.
That's right.
For example, can you summon John F. Kennedy?
Sure.
- Sure? - Shall I summon him?
What? Yes.
With the deepest reverence,
I call forth the spirit of John F. Kennedy.
With the deepest reverence, I humbly make my request.
What?
Being called by Japanese youth is unusual.
She's speaking Japanese.
It seems that Japan's leaders change too fast.
When people have no interest in politics, politicians run wild.
Political apathy is a social evil.
Oh, okay.
You could be a leader.
See you again.
Okay, next.
Nice impressions.
Did you learn that somewhere?
I don't do impressions. I summon spirits.
Just kidding.
So, Mama. My dad died two years ago. Can you summon him?
Sure.
Gone, gone, gone beyond, gone completely beyond...
With the deepest reverence, I humbly make my request.
Hey.
Is he really dead?
What? Why?
Because I can't find him.
I mean, I don't even feel his presence.
Hey, cut me some slack, jeez.
What are you talking about? Why would I lie about my father?
That's weird.
Gone, gone, gone beyond, gone completely beyond...
Hey, Takashi!
The events of that day were later described
by Takashi Yasumoto, a 21-year-old college student.
I was honestly surprised when she called my name.
But it's a common name.
Then Mama said all the typical dad things, like scolding me for not studying enough.
After that, she leaned back with a satisfied look.
So I quietly spoke out.
My dad is actually still alive.
Everyone around us was taken aback.
And Mama? She stayed perfectly calm.
Next.
But the problem came after that.
That night at home, I told my dad what happened during the day.
Then I heard something strange.
Around what time did that happen?
So I explained it in more detail.
And then he went silent.
Actually, Takashi...
Amazingly, he told me he had collapsed at work at that exact time.
It was only for two or three minutes, but during that time, he had a dream.
He said he yelled at me out of frustration with me and my careless lifestyle.
Every word he said, the surroundings, the situation,
they all matched perfectly.
Yes, that's right.
That Mama is the real deal.
It doesn't matter if the person is dead or alive.
There's no spirit that Sabuko Tokugawa cannot bring down!
This is a fight.
Not a match, but a real fight.
Right, Hanayama?
You shouldn't do this in front of people.
I appreciate you going out of your way to be here.
I can't get enough of this!
A and B, who both want to fight.
Fight to your heart's desire!
Not bad.
I can't say it's enough, but it seems like it almost meets the conditions.
If possible, adjusting the insulin, amino acids,
and vitamin PZ by 20% each would've been perfect.
You made the Buddha but left out its soul.
These are the words of an uneducated Mitsunari,
but with this, he should wake up in five minutes.
Subtitle translation by: Wataru Uno