BAKI-DOU: THE INVINCIBLE SAMURAI
That's bad. He's not reacting.
- What's happening? - Seriously?
He's awake!
He stopped both fists at the start!
His elbow's wrecked.
Come back.
One more strike...
Or else...
Just as I thought.
Musashi picked up the seiryuto!
It's nothing but a toy.
It can't possibly be considered a weapon.
The steel is terrible.
There's no soul in it.
It can serve as a kitchen knife at best.
My stance?
That stance...
Now, of all times...
This is it?
It's Baki.
That's Baki Hanma's fighting pose.
The champion's stance.
Weight on the toes.
Feet are set naturally, one forward, one back.
The body is turned slightly sideways.
The area the opponent sees becomes smaller.
The front shoulder covers the chin.
It becomes an obstacle for the opponent.
The dominant hand is beside the chin. The grip is kept loose, ready to fire.
The front hand serves both offense and defense.
The form adapts to the situation.
In other words, this is the one.
I wonder when it started.
Rather than inventing it, this stance became a part of me.
He doesn't use last-minute tricks.
What's he aiming for?
Yes. Good.
Chinese martial arts run through the whole body.
I don't intend to abandon them,
but my right leg is impaired,
and my left elbow is injured.
For now, this will do.
Good. I can move.
I can move!
Even facing Musashi, who intends to cut me down,
the feeling that I can move doesn't waver.
Here I go!
Split me in two!
Cut me open, Musashi!
You...
Why don't you pull back?
Why don't you pull back and cut?
Are you trying to insult me, Retsu?
A true warrior.
Yes, Baki.
Thank you.
Yeah!
Retsu, you're a genius!
Amazing.
A kick from the feather.
Wow.
He really pulled it off.
Baki.
That stance, carved into your whole body and refined through experience...
It turned the feather into a contradiction of weight and sharpness.
That did serious damage!
He's not getting up!
Finish him off!
I will finish him off.
This is probably not necessary,
but I'll do it anyway!
That should also align with your path.
It's mimicry!
He was playing dead!
What mimicry that was!
The cord of his sash...
Master of all martial arts. This is a binding technique.
That's a sneak attack! How dirty!
He tied him up in an instant! Incredible!
It's also known as jojutsu.
It's not even worth mentioning.
A technique that binds and immobilizes an opponent.
He just blatantly pulled off a sneak attack!
These martial arts...
They're on a whole different level.
Once the start has been signaled and the fight isn't yet over,
there are no sneak attacks.
There's nothing mysterious here.
It's Musashi's legitimate counterattack, exploiting Retsu's lapse in guard.
There's no fault.
It's over.
Neither knocked down nor cut down.
To have one's movement sealed while still being able to move
is a result that must never befall a martial artist.
A disgrace among disgraces.
It's worse than defeat.
Cut...
Cut me down, Musashi!
Don't bark.
Don't be arrogant, Sea King Retsu.
You don't even have the freedom to be cut anymore.
Just how many times have I been struck?
Those ever-changing hands and feet...
My nose has been shattered.
We've exchanged blows.
You dodged and kicked me.
I tricked you and bound you.
Now I shall cut you.
He'll cut him...
Please stop, Musashi!
He's serious.
He'll cut him...
Retsu.
Show me how you dodge a real blade's slash!
Here!
This is where Xiaoli begins!
He cut his leg!
It was too fast to see!
Divine skills...
Musashi...
I never thought it'd come to this.
Xiaoli has been defeated!
That promise...
I should've made my prosthetic leg impossible to cut.
Don't worry about it. More importantly...
Yes.
I thought I brought you down with a vertical strike.
A shallow cut, just as I expected.
Xiaoli worked!
One more slash!
One more slash, then.
Hands are on the ground.
Body bent.
Legs are set.
The aim is obvious in the posture.
The next movement is laid bare.
The intention is not hidden.
It's no longer a stance.
I see.
Unfortunately, Sea King Retsu, I cannot trade deaths with you.
It stopped?
Barehanded, iron fist, dense, amazing,
terrifying, hard, trained, grip, solid, formidable.
- He stopped it! - The sword stopped!
The fist!
- It stopped it! - It can't cut!
A mere fist...
Raised to such a height...
I've got it, Musashi!
That's right, Sea King Retsu.
You've grasped it.
In this bladeless era, the fist itself is the sword.
Splendid, Sea King Retsu.
- He cut him! - He cut him!
- He cut him deep!
I want to know.
Is it really all over once you're cut?
If it's all over, you say?
You'd die, of course.
If you get cut, you die eventually.
I understand that.
But this single thin sheet of iron...
Let's say it actually pierces the body.
Would that alone cause such damage and pain to the point you couldn't fight back?
What do you think, Retsu?
Sword, spear.
Since ancient times, kung fu has been infested by a blind fear of blades.
I despise it.
As long as my head isn't cut off, a comeback is still entirely possible.
No! I will strike back for sure!
Do you want to try it?
I don't mind at all!
Hold on to it. Until the time comes.
This...
So that's how it is...
This is what it means to cut.
And what it means to be cut.
The vital point was there.
The moment I was knocked upward,
I grabbed the blade.
My grip loosened for a split second, and I let go of it.
Xiaoli. I thought as I turned around.
This is where I'll be cut!
I sensed the line on my torso.
The bare blade slid in, tracing that line.
My guts were slashed open.
My spine was severed.
I felt every bit of it, clearly.
No counterattack is possible.
Even standing up is far beyond my reach.
I learned a lot.
I can make use of it next time...
The match is settled!
Even the sound of swallowing saliva felt inappropriate to make.
It was an overwhelming silence.
They were all ashamed.
Ashamed for having witnessed a life-and-death exchange
and being able to keep themselves uninvolved.
A winner
is praised and enthusiastically cheered.
People surround them and refuse to leave their side.
Yet look at this.
No doubt, no hesitation.
And no support.
Even so,
he stands unmatched.
Musashi Miyamoto.
Look at that.
He's got great legs.
This lower body supported
countless ferocious techniques.
I want to ask everyone.
Was I wrong?
Nonsense.
This match and the use of weapons were what Retsu himself wished for.
Tokugawa,
if I were to say you were wrong...
this guy would jump up and bite my head off.
Then say it.
Say that I, Tokugawa, was wrong.
Say it!
Subtitle translation by: Wataru Uno