BAKI-DOU: THE INVINCIBLE SAMURAI
CRIMINAL INVESTIGATION, VIOLENT CRIME KO SUEMITSU, CHIEF EIICHIRO HIKIGI
Long loose hair, a samue robe, and barefoot.
It's exactly what headquarters reported.
He's not even disguised.
That's pretty bold of him.
Because he's Musashi, after all.
Hikigi.
Don't stop. Keep going as is.
Hikigi.
There's no turning back now.
Hikigi, this place...
Isn't this the Tokugawa residence?
This is really bad!
Contact the chief!
Okay.
Trespassing?
Yes.
My subordinates have witnessed him.
Leave this thing alone. It's nothing.
Well, that's true, but...
he's also a suspect under emergency alert.
A suspect? Miyamoto?
Well...
He is considered a dangerous individual.
Mishiro, tell Utsumi.
Utsu... But...
Junzo Utsumi? The Superintendent General?
Leave it alone, don't interfere, just watch.
Tokugawa said so.
Okay, Mishiro?
Understood! I shall convey it without fail!
Now then, let's continue.
Why are you here? Why did you think I'd know?
Grandpa.
You're the owner of the underground martial arts arena under Tokyo Dome.
All the information on strong fighters, domestic or foreign, comes to you.
Especially when they're guys rumored to be strong,
there isn't a single man in Japan that you don't know.
It is neither karate nor jujitsu.
It's unlike any martial art we know.
Oh. Then what is it?
He said it himself. He's Musashi Miyamoto.
It's the sword.
And its level is beyond belief.
It surpasses standard sword arts, like iai, by over two orders of magnitude.
Wait.
Doppo, you...
Do you really think that man is the real one?
It doesn't matter whether he's real or fake.
If his technique is real, that's enough. The rest doesn't matter.
You seem irritated, Doppo.
I want to meet him.
Doppo.
Well, I'm hungry!
Pardon me, guest.
It's fine.
Musashi.
This is sudden, but...
What do you feel when you look at this man?
With this man, I wouldn't mind fighting before eating.
He...
He calls it an easy job in front of the Martial God Doppo Orochi.
Apparently so, Doppo.
I apologize.
I don't care how. I just wanted to spar with you once.
No...
Even just meeting you is fine. Such a person I've longed for...
Not only has he appeared before my eyes like this,
but he has even prepared a match for me.
This is too perfect, it doesn't even feel real.
Did you hear that, Miyamoto? He said it's like a dream.
I was stopped.
From entering the room until sitting down, I tried to attack three times.
What?
My head was held down as I drew my sword all three times.
It seems the match would be better after the meal.
No, that's not necessary.
It's a dojo used by servants for practice and dance.
It's more than enough.
By the way, Miyamoto.
I'm sorry to spoil the moment,
but I'd like to take this opportunity to introduce Mr. Doppo Orochi.
- Kano. - Yes, sir.
This will be faster than explaining with words.
It's been a while. I want to see it too.
Good grief. You're impossible, Grandpa.
I'm Doppo Orochi.
What will Musashi do?
Bu.
This isn't a martial art, it's dancing.
This is dancing.
But why stones and wood?
What? You...
This is...
Dancing, you say?
Are you angry, Orochi?
I'm fine.
I get to see Doppo Orochi fight!
Whether it's dancing or not,
want to try it with that body of yours?
This isn't a match. This isn't a contest of skill.
It's a fight!
So?
Forgive me, Orochi.
I just teased you a little.
This level...
Your barehanded target-cutting you showed earlier.
Of course I knew that was a martial art.
He's on a different level.
You can see it too.
Though you're moving alone, you can see the opponents.
Even if they're not formidable, they're by no means easy opponents.
With heavy, sharp strikes, you subdued five people.
That was splendid, Orochi.
All right, enough.
You dodged my surprise headbutt, and that's really damn embarrassing.
You'll pay for this.
For rubbing this bald head.
Understood.
Let's do this!
I knew it.
He really has them.
He's far. I can't see it.
My distance is being threatened by a sword that doesn't even exist.
Hey, Orochi. You really were dancing after all.
I didn't even need to cut.
The Tenchi-Joge Stance.
He's fired up! Doppo's not done yet!
Is something wrong, Orochi?
I stand because I can stand. What's wrong with that?
I did cut you. You must've noticed.
Here.
It was a straight diagonal cut in one stroke.
You understand it, don't you?
You just imitated a cut.
You're calling that an imitation?
Miyamoto.
Your biggest mistake was not standing here with a real sword.
An imitation is an imitation. You weren't actually cut.
Understood!
Tokugawa.
Do you have a sword?
Even if I'm reduced to nothing, a Tokugawa is still a Tokugawa.
The Kunitora is a national treasure.
Take a look at this heirloom sword.
That's a good sword. This one will hold.
Sorry to keep you waiting, Orochi.
Don't worry about it.
I'm the one who pushed you to use a real sword.
Doppo...
I'll explain in detail later.
That man is not someone calling himself Musashi Miyamoto.
He's the real Musashi Miyamoto!
So what? I don't need an explanation.
I don't care about that logic stuff.
Of course he's the real one.
That's why I let him have a sword.
This is no joke, Doppo!
It's not an ogre with an iron club. It's Musashi with a sword!
Do you know what that means?
He's not the only person with a weapon.
In karate, your whole body is a weapon.
Hand sword, leg sword, hand spear, and front kick.
There's no shortage of swords and spears to choose from.
You say amusing things. You guys are truly ridiculous.
What...
You call a mere man a "Martial God," and he accepts it himself.
You, with that flesh that can't cut paper, talking about swords and spears.
This isn't even a dance anymore.
Cut...
I didn't cut him.
I only touched him and pressed it down.
Just by pressing it, you can't cut anyone.
Like this...
It won't cut unless pressed on and then pulled.
That's the nature of blades. That's the nature of skin.
Even the treasured heirloom sword, Kunitora, cannot defy that principle.
Oh, well, well.
I must reflect on this deeply.
Can't even cut paper? Ridiculous.
Orochi. Your hands and feet are fine blades.
Brazen praise made to the defeated lying at his feet.
Even with all the praise, reality stays the same.
He's been sliced down.
A clone.
That was a long explanation,
but that's how Musashi Miyamoto came into being.
Are you convinced?
Even if I wanted to be convinced, I lack the knowledge for it.
Still...
The memories carved into my very body
tell me without doubt that he truly was Musashi Miyamoto.
I see.
It's not easy to ask, but...
Well, about the result...
I lost a fight, I lost a match, and I lost in martial arts.
A defeat so complete, it feels refreshing.
The Japanese sword. The blade of unmatched sharpness.
Cutting in two with a single stroke. Being split would've been better.
He struck, pressed, and yet didn't cut.
The way he subdues without injury. Such mercy is hard to bear.
Tokugawa, this is far worse than defeat.
The moment your opponent goes easy on you, you're no warrior anymore.
It hurts more than being cut.
I can't find the words to say it.
I'm grateful, Gramps.
The Book of Five Rings adorns the bookshelf.
THE BOOK OF FIVE RINGS
I've lost count of how many times I've read it.
I even memorized it.
And yet, at that very moment, I realized I didn't understand it at all.
I see. He's the author himself, after all.
At this age, I was told I still wasn't worth a damn.
Are you going in or backing off?
I wanna shut myself away for a while.
Narita Airport.
I heard the match itself was an exhibition.
How do you feel about the fact that it wasn't an official match?
Without using the legs.
Without using the knees.
Without using the elbows.
Only both fists.
By targeting only Mr. Bolt's upper body and attacking only from the front,
I won the fight.
I won.
Nothing more, nothing less.
Whether it's official or unofficial.
Or the belt that Mr. Kaiser gave me.
Whether it's officially recognized or not, it is beyond my knowledge.
I'm not interested.
My main discipline is Chinese kung fu.
By using just a small part of it, I won under the boxing rules.
That's all!
- Fighter Retsu! - Mr. Retsu!
What are your plans in Japan?
Boxer Sea King Retsu is not officially recognized.
I won't defend the title. I'm ending my career as a boxer.
What will you do in Japan?
Are you not going to fight anymore?
Not just part, but all.
Pardon?
Fist.
Foot. In other words, kick.
Piercing hand.
Sword. Spear. Staff. Even shuriken.
An opponent has appeared in Japan who can make me use all of them.
KARATE-DO SHINSHINKAI HEADQUARTERS
Orochi was caught off guard?
It's not like caught off guard. To put it simply...
More like he was thrashed.
Doppo Orochi is a man of great ability.
In martial arts and in karate alike, he's one of the best--
He sure is strong.
He's the best karate master in the world.
But he lost. And there was nothing to complain about.
Are you really okay with that?
There wasn't a single foul.
There was no room for complaint. Even if...
Even if I were to fight that Musashi guy,
it wouldn't be revenge.
It's Katsumi Orochi's fight.
He uses a weapon.
That's an odd thing to say, Sea King Retsu.
To begin with, both karate and your Chinese kung fu...
Aren't they supposed to be comprehensive martial arts?
Against weapons, against multiple opponents.
A barehanded one-stop shop that never complains about any orders.
That's what kung fu and karate were supposed to be about, right?
I saw him on a video site.
Surrounded by five police officers, he was all alone.
One after another.
With ease, one after another.
It wasn't even a match.
Even if there had been twenty instead of five,
the result would've been the same.
You actually saw that?
I don't want to admit it,
but our weapon-defense techniques aren't built for that level.
There's no way you wouldn't understand that.
Katsumi.
Don't hesitate to use your weapon.
Never hesitate when facing that man.
Subtitle translation by: Wataru Uno