Don't be, be, be afraid
Don't be, be, be, be afraid
BAKI-DOU: THE INVINCIBLE SAMURAI
As I said, I wouldn't call it perfect, but the results overall look quite good.
It should only take about five minutes
before his spirit can descend and enter the clone.
Wait a minute.
Mr. Honer, don't you have anything to say about this?
I can't believe I have to ask,
but don't tell me you really believe this nonsense?
It's not like you at all.
Hmm.
I understand that Mr. Tokugawa himself proposed all this.
but researchers like us believe in the power of science.
This is an utter insult to our work.
It's blasphemy against science itself.
So either we stop giving this otherwise unrelated woman any more of our time
or you can cut me from this project this instant.
And I won't wait any longer for you to decide.
Oh, divine spirits, I humbly bow before your great power
to request of you with deepest reverence
your permission to call upon the spirit of Kinichi Tanaka's kin
so that he may descend upon me.
What's she pulling now?
That's a bad habit of yours, Kinichi.
I don't believe it. She looked up my name in advance.
You've got to try and think outside the box more.
Just how many times do I have to tell you that?
Who do I have the pleasure of talking to?
So you don't recognize me, huh?
Sorry. I don't, I'm afraid.
You tell me who you are. I wanna see you say it.
If you're hungry, then study. If you're tired then study.
Mathematics requires a strong grasp of arithmetic.
That's what Grandpa used to say all the time.
You'll learn more by seeking experience than understanding.
I get it. Looks like you've done your research
Oh! While we're at it,
has your athlete's foot finally gotten better, Kinichi?
Huh?! Don't let yourself be fooled!
Over-the-counter will never work.
You have to put some used tea leaves in your socks when you wear them.
It can't be...
How could she know about my grandpa's secret remedy?
Kin!
Your preconceptions hold you back.
Now, remember that, Kinichi.
Mister?
Mr. Tanaka?
Oh...
Dr. Honer...
I suppose it couldn't hurt to give it a shot.
Whoa...
Huh?
I wasn't sure you would come all this way. You have my thanks...
You know I'm way too curious to ever refuse a direct offer
from the likes of Kaoru Hanayama.
I'm honored to hear it.
You wanna do this here though?
I'll leave that up to you.
Let's walk, then.
Things changed ever since the father-son fight...
My face has been plastered all over the world.
I'm getting recognized in public.
I see... I had no idea.
You ever seen me wear sunglasses before?
Just the other day, some kid came up asking for an autograph.
Did you sign it?
Don't ask.
- I guessed right, then. - Guessed what?
I'm not yawning anymore.
Yawning?
Yeah. Been bored out of my head.
Yeah?
And I've been feeling that way for about a year.
I'm assuming you watched the battle?
Yeah. I watched.
Ever since I saw your father-son fight,
just about everything since then feels boring,
and I wasn't sure why.
Every family fights like that though. Don't see what all the fuss is.
Seriously?
That's a typical family fight to you?
Aren't you being awfully humble about it?
A clash of powers like that?
Most people are bewitched by it.
Everyone around us was drunk on the intensity,
so much so they didn't think twice about putting it out there for the world to see.
So what you're saying, Hanayama,
Is that you got me all the way out here just because you're bored?
And what do you expect someone like me to do about it?
All right, then. Accept my apology for how I've been treating you.
You're absolutely right.
I didn't ask you to come here so we could catch up on small talk.
There's no need to rush things.
Jumping right into a fight is coarse,
so I thought we could take a moment before we start.
Uh...
Um...
Uh, excuse me. Can I have your autograph, please?
What kind of idiot are you?
We're busy!
- Get outta here. - Oh. Uh, oh...
Of course! Thank you so much!
Ha!
- What?! - So cool.
That was nice of you.
Huh?
The great Yujiro Hanma.
Been curious to see how you'd respond to that request.
You didn't disappoint me.
Fuck off.
He definitely enjoyed that a hell of a lot more than a typical autograph.
- You really are generous. - Hey!
Are we still looking at the same great Yujiro?
That's enough!
I don't remember you being so talkative.
- My apologies. - Pfft.
Now, then...
This ain't the best place, but shall we begin?
Let's not drag this out.
Why don't you swing first?
That should make things fair.
Yeah.
All right, then. Let's go all out...
He took hold of this feeling.
He let the feeling flow through him
and let the feeling drive his strike!
Kaoru Hanayama.
One of the kindred.
He was born strong,
and as such, he has always been aware of his genius status.
He never trains.
He declares himself so strong that it would be an injustice to do so.
He was blessed with strength from birth, so improving further would be unfair.
Almost like a secret attack.
He deems it cowardly,
and so he never trains.
As he doesn't strive for strength, he focuses instead on not being outwitted,
and so he lives cautiously.
A witness, Koichi Yabe, 34 years old, described the fight as follows...
He did something like this...
It looked less like a punch and more like a baseball pitch?
He put all of his weight into it
and came right at him from the front, head on!
And the sound of it...
It was like a splat, or like a squelch or something.
I totally thought he was gonna fly.
Right in the face!
You know, a hit like that wouldn't knock you down.
It would kill ya.
But he was just looking down like this,
and he had this demonic grin.
A terrifying smile.
That's a face I won't soon forget.
No bell in this match.
No whistles either.
No proper signal to start fighting.
This'll be a hell of a fight!
- Oh, come on! - Did he just miss him?
- Wait a minute. - Did he really miss him again?
On purpose?
What? What on earth does Hanayama think he's doing?
Your brain might not have picked it up yet,
but your body's responding.
Your cells are shrinking in fear.
Hmm. What a ridiculous face...
The naive face of one who has yet to suffer in life.
Just look at him. Takezo Shinmen was his birth name.
Can't you see?
This is the type of face Takezo would've had
if he never cut down people and lived in peace.
Are you saying Musashi's face doesn't look like this?
He's a popular spirit to be called upon.
I've met him several times in my work as a medium.
He has a remarkable face that leaves quite the impression.
Shall we, then?
Here we go.
I humbly bow before you, blessed spirits.
I declare my words with great reverence for thee,
so that the spirit of Musashi Miyamoto, may descend upon me.
She... she has him!
That piercing look, focusing the attention on the third eye...
They look just like his eyes!
Look how she's holding her hands...
That's how he held them, ready to respond to anything!
In... in any case,
this is where the problem begins.
We're just scientists.
We're not used to situations like this at all.
Let's be honest here.
We must remain skeptical
and suppose that she may just be very good at impersonations.
Oh? You think so?
Noble Elder! When did you get here?
Today is so important! Where on earth have you been?
Don't take your eyes off her. I think you're in for a surprise.
You're not... You're not gonna watch?
No need. Believe me, I've seen it plenty of times.
Is the data still the same?
Yes. There have been no changes.
Hey! Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
That man's a cultural heritage. She can't do that!
Katsu!
Don't you dare distract her now.
I will not allow anyone to interrupt this process!
I... I understand. But to do that...
Mr. Honer! Come quick!
The brain waves are active!
There's a change in the waveform over here too.
Did you just see that?
They're scars!
Oh Jesus...
Huh?!
You people...
His stance was unmistakable.
The vessel had its soul.
Musashi was complete.
I will not take your lives if you answer my questions honestly.
Musashi's questions lasted for two long hours.
What era was it? Where was he?
Who were these people?
And most important of all, why had they summoned him?
Hmm?
Musashi Miyamoto.
Nothing is required of you
other than just being the way you have always been.
I don't expect anything other than what's uniquely you.
I would like to see you fight.
Even if that is what you wish, I can't exactly fight like this...
They've been tailored to your size, Sir Musashi.
Very well. So...
who would you like me to fight, then?
Huh. I don't feel them coming anymore.
The yawns.
I couldn't stop yawning for a while.
And now nothing.
Can't help but wonder why...
That strange heartbeat I keep sensing...
I feel like it's getting faster.
Like it's moving...
Yeah, that's it. Whoever it belongs to is moving.
And they are close...
I'm gonna meet them soon.
Maybe they're a death row inmate?
A caveman?
No matter who it is, I won't be surprised.
You, uh... Thank you for this, but...
Yes, sir?
Can you possibly... go a little slower for me?
All of this would be a shock.
He listened as they explained he was in still in Japan,
but that 400 years had passed.
When they told him,
at first he seemed to understand,
but when confronted with the changes that span of time could make,
Musashi felt it like an avalanche.
Now that I think about it, it might have been better to walk instead.
You'll understand faster with your eyes than I could ever hope to explain.
Let's leave the car here and walk together for a while.
We call them "setta," but if I'm not mistaken,
you should be rather familiar with this type of footwear.
No, it's something else. Is the ground paved with stone?
Oh!
So that's what you're looking at!
It's a form of paving we call asphalt,
but I guess you could also call it a stone pavement.
That building is truly enormous...
I can't think of anything that could compare in size.
How brilliant and dazzling, like the embers of a great flame...
And these people...
There are so many.
This world...
It truly has changed!
A room that moves up and down!
A door that opens and closes on its own!
Ice that never melts.
A box that's faster than a post-horse!
A shining tower that reaches to heaven!
Sir Tokugawa...
That is your name?
What can I do for ya?
I... I think I understand.
I admit I have so many questions, I don't even know where to begin,
but more than anything,
I am overwhelmed by the progress humanity has made since my time.
Astonishing.
I'm struggling to understand how I'm meant to fit in here.
I can only imagine.
So,
I would like a place to belong.
It would be my pleasure to provide one.
Let me apologize though.
This country of ours has a long history.
Strong men like you were most valued during the Warring States period.
But you, Mr. Musashi Miyamoto, achieved the title of "incomparable" on your own.
Yet, I've inadvertently placed you in an awkward spot,
made you ask for a place to belong.
I've shown you a great lack of respect. I ask that you forgive me.
Although, Mr. Miyamoto, there's someone I'd like you to meet.
Where are we?
This place is a dueling ground
that's been constantly used since the Kan'ei era,
and has been repeatedly renovated since.
No wonder...
"No wonder"?
I am comfortable here.
Something told me this might be the place where you truly belong.
So then, Sir Tokugawa...
He's here.
Hmm?
He has a sword...
That's Kyoichiro Sabu.
He is the unrivaled swordsman
of present-day Japan...
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
I'm on the mountaintop, yeah
Yeah, yeah
I'm on the mountaintop, yeah