BAKI-DOU: THE INVINCIBLE SAMURAI
Since it's been a while, would you like to spar?
A dojo has rules, discipline, and common sense.
That's why the dojo is safe.
That's a lie.
The opponent is a real-combat martial artist, Izo Motobe.
Master, the dojo is a dangerous place after all.
Is it okay if we begin?
Anytime, anywhere, with anyone.
You really do love real combat.
What should mark the conclusion?
We'll decide as we go.
Understood.
Sulfuric acid hidden in a capsule.
I taught you that, didn't I?
If it'd hit my face, I'd have flinched.
Well...
As expected.
You remain unscathed.
Well then, Gaia.
The dojo is safe after all.
Oops...
Maybe not.
I'm in trouble.
Give me my belt back, Gaia.
Japan, my homeland without real combat.
Master Motobe himself is real combat.
It's the truth that everyone knows.
The larger is stronger than the smaller.
Everyone knows it, but no one practices it.
Two meters 43 centimeters, 201 kilograms.
The absolute limit at which I can maintain athletic ability.
Please let me meet Musashi Miyamoto.
Well, being big is good,
but there's a man who doesn't want you to meet Musashi.
Motobe?
Yes, Motobe.
Motobe? That one?
That Motobe.
I don't get it. Why would that Izo Motobe not allow me?
"That Motobe"?
Jack Hammer.
Try having a match with that Izo Motobe.
That...
Motobe, you say?
That one.
That weak one, that dull one, that old one.
That incomprehensible Izo Motobe.
We truly don't understand.
Neither me nor you, Jack.
We don't understand the true nature of the man called Izo Motobe.
How careless of me.
Jack, do you know how to fight against weapons?
I don't.
I don't, but...
I have experience.
I've never had trouble.
Well, well. Then I suppose you'll have to make Motobe understand this.
However,
it won't be in the arena.
The place is a park at night.
This rule was proposed by the founder of Brazilian jiu-jitsu,
a veteran of Kodokan Judo, known as Conde Koma, Mitsuyo Maeda.
The world heavyweight wrestling champion of the time,
the hero called the "Russian Lion" was Hackenschmidt.
Maeda met Schmidt at a party.
After barely greeting him, he proposed a cross-style match.
There, he proposed one single rule.
Both of them would walk through the park, remaining in their everyday clothes.
The walk would continue until the two met.
When they met, the match would begin.
This thoughtless and reckless proposal from Maeda
was handled maturely by Hackenschmidt, preventing any incident.
You're number one in judo.
I'm number one in wrestling.
Isn't that good enough?
I'll tell you in advance.
Izo Motobe in his everyday clothes is not unarmed.
A sword, a dagger,
a sickle, a shuriken,
explosives, a chain...
In any case, your opponent is neither an athlete nor a competitor.
He's the real-combat martial artist, Izo Motobe!
I see. You've certainly grown bigger.
I heard you use lots of various things. That makes it fair.
These days, even smokers have it rough.
My eyesight won't help,
but that's the kind of fight this is.
The surprise attack with a lit cigarette, followed by a sudden dropkick
made Jack realize what was happening to him in an instant.
Or so it should have.
Even like this, you're still huge.
Fool.
You think a wooden sword could finish you?
Letting you take weapons made it fair. That wasn't a mistake.
In any case, your opponent is neither an athlete nor a competitor.
He's completely different from the Izo Motobe we see in the arena.
It's true.
That's not the Motobe we know.
He's not an athlete, but rather a warrior.
He's like a well-trained warrior.
But you can't look down on competitors.
Don't be ridiculous.
A well-trained competitor is always a threat to a martial artist.
Even if the opponent is a ball-sport player,
overcoming a top athlete is incredibly difficult.
Most martial artists would be overwhelmed by the difference in physical strength.
Especially when the opponent is Jack Hammer.
Especially when...
Especially when the opponent is Jack Hammer.
Two meters 43 centimeters, 201 kilograms.
He's a physical monster who can control his abnormal size at will.
An average martial artist wouldn't stand a chance,
even with a spear or a sword.
- What is this? - Are they filming?
He's huge.
Is this a fight?
Fortunately or unfortunately, I'm not average.
As expected of you, Jack.
Your bone density is amazing.
First of all, I was certain it was a severing.
Are they making up?
No.
He's biting him!
This is strange, brother.
The usual Jack would've bitten through the bone in an instant.
This is strange, brother.
This bite...
It's powerful, of course, but it's not a martial technique.
What?
What is it?
It's his teeth.
A face-off with the Pac-Man Cyborg Jack Hammer.
There's no way I can wear an ordinary jacket.
Aramid fiber.
It's used in aircraft reinforcement,
paraglider lines, and as a material for radial tires.
I had it made bulletproof and blade-resistant.
It was a little pricey, though.
Bite force that can bite through a coconut.
My bitten shoulder isn't unscathed,
but even so, I took away all your prized weapons.
This is where it ends.
Your left leg is as good as gone.
You've also lost the weapon in your jaw.
Your height that you worked so hard to gain is now meaningless.
It's time to stop.
Do you guys understand?
Even though he's lost his fangs, he's still Jack Hammer.
Even if a lion loses its fangs, it's still a lion.
Even if a bear breaks its claws, it's still a bear.
A beast without fangs or claws.
Can you beat it?
This is bad!
It's over.
Police!
As expected of Jack.
I can't compete with him physically.
Holy crap!
The explosion is insane!
Seriously?
No way.
It's still going!
He's still punching him!
Hey, Jack.
Jack, you...
Normally, you'd stop!
And yet...
He's speeding up!
His body is floating!
A talent like this...
I won't hand him over to Musashi!
That smell...
Izo Motobe...
You're hiding explosives on you.
You're incredible, my guy.
A fighter to the core is this fierce.
You were so focused on punching that you didn't even notice the explosion.
I was being soft.
I didn't want to go too far, so I underestimated it.
My opponent is Jack Hammer.
I should've brought more explosives.
Sorry, Jack. I'm going full throttle.
Otherwise, I won't live.
That's incredible. The giant has been tied up.
It's settled.
These are the words of the monstrous Yujiro Hanma.
The position of the head at the moment of conclusion.
The one at the higher altitude wins.
From this perspective, this would mean I win.
However, my view is slightly different.
Granting or taking away life.
Whether to kill or let live is a matter of free choice.
The one who first holds power over life or death.
That is the undeniable winner.
I have no intention of arguing.
But I will protect you, no matter what.
The rumor began to surface
around the end of last year.
The carp in the Kanda River disappeared.
In the basin,
the carp that could be seen everywhere were said to have disappeared.
A good hidden spot
is often in a place you'd never expect.
There we go.
A tuna?
It's twisted.
It's a houseboat that's about ten meters long.
It's physically impossible.
It's twisted off from the center of the hull.
What happened here? What kind of force was involved?
Or what kind of creature appeared?
The police and the fire department are investigating together.
Yoshida.
And as for the operator, Tetsu Takenaka...
Yoshida?
...he has yet to regain consciousness at the hospital.
Yoshida?
Once he recovers, we'll ask him...
Is it because of the helicopter's noise?
...about the details of the accident.
It seems like he can't hear me.
And one more piece of information.
Yoshida, behind you!
The carp in the Kanda River basin disappeared.
Yoshida!
There's a rumor...
Yoshida, behind you!
Behind you!
Yoshida?
Who's that person?
Who is this?
The primitive man, Pickle, has appeared.
Abandoned by its owner, the saltwater crocodile grew gigantic.
Even though it grew extraordinarily huge,
from Pickle's point of view, given his background,
it's a small dinosaur.
From his perspective, it's prey.
The hole is too small.
No. That's impossible. That has to hurt.
What kind of strength is that? He's like a bulldozer!
It went in.
We haven't heard from Yoshida, our excellent reporter.
It's only natural. He's not at fault.
A gigantic crocodile that could be mistaken for a dinosaur appeared.
The houseboat is being destroyed,
and then a mysterious monster suddenly emerged--
Hey!
What the hell are you doing, Musashi?
I certainly cut him.
Where did that man go?
You idiot! Why would you cut the TV?
To begin with, there are radio waves,
and they carry the images the camera took through the air.
So... who is he?
Pickle.
Pickle?
Pickle, a primitive man.
He fed on dinosaurs. The strongest male of the Cretaceous period.
Primitive man? Cretaceous period?
Dinosaur?
Never heard of that school.
It all began in New Mexico.
Researchers found a small grain in rock salt from 250 million years ago...
So where is he?
Are you interested in Pickle?
He's too inexperienced to be an enemy, but...
You cut me.
Interesting.
The strength of the unpolished.
That's messed up.
In a way, he and I are alike.
Let me meet him.
PRIMITIVE MAN PICKLE KANDA RIVER MEETS THE JURASSIC
I forgot about that.
I guess I can't let him be the only one I don't protect.
Subtitle translation by: Wataru Uno