BAKI-DOU: THE INVINCIBLE SAMURAI
You're too naive.
You could've killed me many times.
But you didn't finish me off!
I am faster than light!
Flying swallow.
Flash.
Mach.
These words describe the speed of techniques.
Yes.
The funny thing is, these techniques will never hit an enemy who's ready for them.
If you know it's coming, you won't get hit by it.
Even so, there's an exception to that.
It will hit.
Even if you know it's coming, even if you're braced for it,
even if you're prepared,
you'll still get hit by it.
Even a world champion steps into the ring knowing they'll get hit by it.
And that technique is
the Galactica Phantom Ultra Super 44 Magnum Ultimate...
jab.
It's an unconditional frontal breakthrough.
Speed is all that matters.
In that sense, one could call it a tough and manly technique.
A jab...
Repeat it!
Over and over, carve it into memory.
The jab is
the fastest technique in modern martial arts.
He's down!
In the past ten seconds,
even if not repeatedly,
I could've killed you about three times.
Indeed.
It's just as you said, boy. I was killed.
I died.
Just before you jumped in,
I felt a presence hit my face.
So...
So you read me?
Yes. You have a strong presence.
That left jab.
Are you telling me you could've dodged it?
If you can't defend against that, you're no longer a martial artist.
I only wanted to know its effect.
What you hit was my jaw, not the center of my face.
The ground tilted.
It came at me from the left.
I stopped it.
My body was dead.
This was a mistake.
Even though it was just a game, I lost myself.
It wasn't a game.
Boy, I'll introduce myself properly.
I'm Musashi Miyamoto.
I thought so.
I'm Baki Hanma.
Baki.
I won't go easy on you.
Two swords...
That's Niten Ichi-ryu!
I, living in the 21st century,
am fighting against the absolute best of the Sengoku era.
Let's do this.
He's facing me with his special move.
What a luxury!
Curiosity over fear!
Stopping now would be disrespectful!
The warrior had noticed.
Even before the fist came flying at high speed,
he noticed the back foot kicking off the ground.
Even before that,
he noticed the decision to step in.
Even before that,
the warrior had noticed.
A signal from the enemy's brain that the enemy himself doesn't notice,
half a second before his decision.
In 1991, Danish author Tor Nørretranders proposed
that consciousness arrives half a second late.
Humans have no doubt that their actions are their own will,
but in reality, half a second before they decide to act,
the brain sends signals.
If, hypothetically, you were able to catch the person's intent before they did,
even if that attack were as fast as a flash of light,
an experienced martial artist would probably handle it.
He caught it before I struck!
Well done, boy.
You were able to counterattack from that diagonal slash.
You exceeded my expectations.
I can keep playing.
STOP UNDERAGE DRINKING AND DRUNK DRIVING
AVOID ALCOHOL DURING PREGNANCY AND BREASTFEEDING
What is this?
DRINK RESPONSIBLY RECYCLE AFTER DRINKING
That's not a painting.
It's moving.
It changes so quickly.
What's going on with that wall?
No one pays any attention to it.
It's not unusual.
What a standard. What a height.
Far above us.
Is this normal for them?
It's tremendous.
The difference is too tremendous.
It's fast. Far faster than a messenger horse.
There are so many people inside.
This is the world 400 years in the future from the time you lived.
Four hundred years...
This is what a 400-year difference looks like?
It's not even comparable.
Can this...
Can something like this be made by human hands?
Maybe I should've prepared some sandals.
This is bad. I'm losing my composure.
I'm getting agitated by something unrelated to fighting.
I won't lose sight of it.
The opponent I'm fighting isn't a building.
My opponents are people.
I know ways to win against people.
No, how to win against people is all I know!
Excuse us, could we have a moment?
Sorry, but could you cooperate a bit?
Who are you?
Well, we're the police, actually.
Police?
What happened to your shoes?
This? Huh...
I was careless.
Careless? Did you just forget to wear them?
Yes.
I don't really understand,
but do you have some kind of identification?
Like a letter of introduction?
I don't have that.
Can you tell us your name, address, and date of birth?
My name is Musashi Miyamoto. I was born in the 12th year of Tensho.
My address? I just arrived here.
Are you on any drugs?
Drugs?
What are drugs?
Let me check quickly.
What's wrong?
You're strange.
A dream...
There's no doubt that it wasn't a dream.
The shock that ran diagonally across my upper body.
It's so vivid even now.
I can be amazed over and over again.
Who on earth would believe me?
I fought a samurai.
Not just any samurai, but Musashi Miyamoto.
Grandpa's explanation was too difficult for an uneducated me.
Anyway, it seems he was the one who summoned Musashi.
Logic aside, one thing is clear.
The proof that I fought Musashi Miyamoto is engraved into my body.
The concept of the strongest began with him.
His grip strength is so incredible that a green bamboo splits with one swing.
He has the ability to read an opponent's intentions before they act.
If you can't understand that, you're not a martial artist.
My own original technique, forged over more than ten years.
He says it so casually.
In his era, when weapons were always carried,
the weight of a match is incomparable to now.
Defeat meant death.
If things went wrong, you'd literally lose your head.
Of course, you'd acquire one or two precognitive abilities.
In his era,
it was only natural to acquire that level of ability.
How convenient.
The best of that era has descended into ours.
I'm lucky.
I'm extremely lucky!
The miracle of Pickle had come from the ancient past.
And now, the strongest from the Sengoku era
has come before us.
I understand. I understand now.
This era, the law, the gods.
Me.
We'll settle who's the strongest man in human history.
It's almost time.
What are you doing?!
Don't move!
Soon, everyone will start to realize.
They'll know about Miyamoto being in the present.
This won't go without serious fallout.
Kata...
No other martial arts ever emphasize kata as much as Japanese martial arts.
Each of our predecessors left their own demands in the kata
as a message to future generations,
which makes swordsmanship swordsmanship,
which makes judo judo,
which makes karate karate.
Kata.
The martial essence that flows through that person's body.
In order to catch up to him,
I need to refine my kata.
What kata?
It's obvious.
My kata.
Baki Hanma's.
By Baki Hanma,
for Baki Hanma.
That kata.
Kata is not just the order of movements.
It's a technique.
It's the movement that the technique demands.
The ideal movements need to be explored.
Am I moving properly?
My movements...
Do they make sense?
Am I able to fulfill the demands of the technique?
Twice.
He defeated me twice.
I can't do it now, but I'm sure.
I'll yawn right in front of you!
I repeat, the suspect is wearing a samue.
The color is navy.
The suspect seems to be barefoot.
They seem to be heading towards Shibuya. Nearby police cars, head to the scene!
The typhoon has passed.
Here in Yoyogi Park, the unseasonal sunlight
made even the cicadas seem to forget that autumn was near.
Now for the news.
At around 3:30 p.m. today,
in Shibuya downtown, a man claiming to be Musashi Miyamoto
caused an incident where he engaged in a major confrontation with police.
The security camera captured the footage.
A man in traditional Japanese clothing is surrounded by five strong police officers.
The man is barefoot.
The man slowly spreads his arms.
The police officer behind him jumps at him.
He dodges.
However, the police officer, who only seemed to pass by, crouches down
and eventually stops moving.
Next is the second person. He successfully captures him from behind.
Or so it seems.
The man suddenly grabs his vital spot, and he collapsed.
He takes out his baton.
He strikes.
Did you see that? The baton is already in the man's hand.
Looks like he acted, but it was too fast to see.
He's down and convulsing.
There are two left.
He throws away the baton.
The officers attack.
I don't understand. What's happening?
It's like a scene from a period drama.
The fallen police officers show no signs of fighting back.
The man leaves the scene as if nothing happened.
On this day, before this incident,
the man had already injured four police officers in Shinjuku.
The Metropolitan Police have been on high alert since the incident.
Now, as for the man with long hair with the name of a legendary swordsman...
who is he exactly?
KARATE-DOU SHINSHINKAI HEADQUARTERS
Taking the situation seriously, the police
have set up an emergency base and are handling the situation.
The police are tracking the man
with the organization's prestige on the line.
On to the next news.
He's strong. Who is this guy?
The two remained silent.
The one who broke the silence first
was the father.
We saw something incredible.
Yes.
He's the real deal.
SHIBUKAWA-RYU AIKI JUJUTSU
What the hell...
Now,
are you saying I am a fake?
That movement... it speaks for itself.
MOTOBE-RYU JUJUTSU
The urge to train since last year...
The answer has come.
However, I never thought it'd be that much.
Baki,
Doppo,
Shibukawa.
No, even the Ogre...
I must protect them.
Subtitle translation by: Wataru Uno