BAKI-DOU: THE INVINCIBLE SAMURAI
IZO MOTOBE
Motobe.
Please forgive me.
"I want to protect."
You told us that.
In response to those words, we...
I...
That's enough, Baki.
You're not wrong.
"It's impossible for Izo Motobe."
It was a normal judgment.
With me barehanded and you monsters, the odds are obviously against me.
A middle-aged man you could win against ten times out of ten.
"This Motobe's gonna protect us?"
Of course you'd be angry.
It was beyond my capabilities.
No.
We underestimated Izo Motobe as a martial artist.
That's why we also misjudged Musashi Miyamoto's abilities.
That was ignorance.
We apologize.
Baki.
The strongest kid on Earth.
You're a treasure. You're a symbol of this era.
The concept of strength is being carried on by you.
Ogre.
The strongest creature on Earth.
He's a god. He's the order of this world.
We can't let go of our gods.
Master Goki Shibukawa.
His technique has become a national treasure.
Intangible cultural assets must be protected.
Doppo Orochi.
He's the father of modern karate.
If we lose Doppo, God of Martial Arts, karate will lose its sun.
That can't be allowed.
The limitless pride that only Kaoru Hanayama has.
Katsumi Orochi has transformed completely. He's the undisputed second sun of karate.
Pickle is... well, you know.
Needless to say, he's a treasure of mankind and one of us.
Gaia's Earth-friendly fighting techniques.
Kiyosumi Kato may stray from the path, but never from the way of karate.
Kureha Shinogi's anatomical combat techniques.
His younger brother Kosho's slashing style.
The embodiment of Chinese martial arts,
Sea Emperor Kaku's longevity.
The pinnacle of self-enhancement, Jack Hammer's bite force.
Biscuit Oliva's off-the-charts superhuman strength.
Each and every one of them is a treasure of our time.
You're absolutely right.
But Baki, each of them is connected to the others.
On the other hand, what about him?
I'm relieved that you mentioned my name.
Kureha.
Musashi is on TV.
What?
Well... right now, I have an incredible man sitting in front of me.
I've had the opportunity to meet many remarkable people up to now, but...
How should I put this?
Let me see...
His presence is incredible.
Like a ferocious beast.
Oh, no. I apologize.
Well...
Is his presence shaped by his past?
Anyway, how should I put this?
Okay...
He looks strong.
I'm sure the viewers know him well.
It's this man.
Musashi Miyamoto!
Oh, man.
He's on...
An actor?
I know this guy.
He was on the news, wasn't he?
Since this is a live broadcast,
I'm a little nervous, but I have to press on here.
Let's get right to it.
Musashi Miyamoto?
That's who you are, right? The real one.
Idiot. Don't you...
Why are you even asking my name now?
I'm here because I'm Musashi.
No...
That's true, but...
Musashi, normally, anyone would doubt a swordsman from 400 years ago.
He cut him.
Musashi.
Did you just cut me?
Did you truly face the real Musashi Miyamoto?
Yes. Something on my left hand...
Well, let me explain to everyone.
My left hand was slashed like this by an invisible sword.
Just now...
it seems that I've just now been decapitated by an invisible sword.
If Musashi had a sword,
my head would be rolling at my feet.
Musashi, do you like cutting?
Is there something wrong with cutting?
Well...
What?
Something's around his waist.
He's equipped with something.
Run away.
It's too late.
At this time, it's said that viewers across the country saw it.
There was something at Musashi's waist
that looked like a transparent object.
Cutting my way up. That is my trade.
Right.
That rudeness of yours has been reaching its limit.
Why? Why a sword?
If your aim is to make me angry, you've already succeeded.
Musashi, that sword...
The real-time broadcast of the invisible slaying incident later went global.
This would come to determine Musashi's fate.
Tokugawa! We're going home!
First here.
And here.
And then he slashed me right here.
What? Well, I really felt like I'd been cut.
I could feel it.
In my head,
my body,
I could feel the sword going through me.
After that?
I passed out. When I came to, I was in a hospital bed.
The thought naturally came to me.
"I'm dead."
MEETING IN PROGRESS
He stood up and exchanged a few words.
Here.
And then he left.
I can't see the sword everyone's talking about.
And he didn't even touch him.
This is going to be a stretch.
He still knocked him out. That's also an undeniable fact.
Master, in this kind of case...
The aim is to create a crime. That's crime manufacturing.
Facts don't matter.
Do you want to arrest him or not?
If you want to make an arrest, you can lock up any and all passersby.
It doesn't matter at all whether they're innocent or not.
A historically vicious criminal.
Let's go with that.
A person of interest?
Yes, sir.
This incident, after all, took place in the middle of a nationwide broadcast.
You fool!
I was at the scene! I saw everything with my own eyes.
He never touched him!
Which is why it's not an arrest...
Superintendent-General Utsumi.
It all comes down to him.
If he were to refuse to come along, that'd be troublesome for you.
Noble Elder.
You...
Those swords...
I will run and hide, however I will appear and cut.
It's starting, Tokugawa.
This is war.
Musashi!
Come back to the mansion.
I'll handle anything that happens inside that gate.
But outside the gate is beyond my power.
My power doesn't reach beyond it.
I can no longer save you.
You're so kind, Tokugawa.
Musashi, you won't survive outside the gate.
Tokugawa.
Thank you.
Musashi.
Musashi!
TOKYO METROPOLITAN POLICE DEPARTMENT
FIRST INVESTIGATION DIVISION INSPECTOR HEIBE OTSUKA
This is incredible.
I've been a detective for a long time,
but I've never seen talent like this.
What happened to Utsumi?
Well, he's not a field agent, so I asked him to leave.
By the way, Miyamoto.
You're using two swords.
Voluntary compliance is off the table.
You're getting in the car.
No need to hold back.
Go ahead and capture me.
Relying on what's at your waist is fine,
but you'll be turning the whole country against you.
Are you guys okay with this?
If I cut down the country?
How admirable.
So talking is out of the question?
We've prepared ranged weapons too.
If you draw, we'll shoot.
If you can see it.
Now then, I'll make the first move.
Scratch that. Not when he draws. Shoot if he moves.
Go.
The legs. Don't miss, or you'll get cut down.
So it's crushed.
All six of them said that their heads flew off.
No, he didn't draw them.
It was later that he drew them.
After that? There was no other choice.
No matter what happened, we had to jump on him, because we're the police.
You know how it turned out.
Strong police officers.
Why were the remaining six taken out?
You think it'd be easy if they all jumped at once.
The funny thing is,
five of the officers said the same thing again.
They were sure they had surrounded him.
And then they jumped on him.
Colleagues were in front of them,
and those allies became obstacles.
When it was each of their turns,
they were alone with the swordmaster Musashi Miyamoto.
I guess you could call it footwork in modern terms.
I guess that's what you'd call strategy.
He's the real deal.
There's no doubt about him in the Metropolitan Police anymore.
We're currently tailing him.
On to the next news.
That swordmaster is on a rampage.
Late last night, in Shinjuku Ward,
an officer requested a man claiming to be Musashi Miyamoto to accompany him.
The man resisted.
He reportedly fought with police officers and then disappeared.
The police, taking the situation seriously,
are tracking the man's location
while expanding the investigation in preparation for what may come.
A man claiming to be the swordsman Musashi revived in the modern age.
Where is he going, and what is he after?
And just who is he?
On to the next news.
That time...
But Baki, each of them is connected to the others.
Motobe's words...
That's true.
Life is lived within connections with others.
On the other hand, what about him?
I only realized it when he said it.
Musashi's loneliness was far too obvious.
I've never noticed it.
I was pinned in place by that otherworldly pair of eyes.
I was captivated by that inorganic gaze that seemed to reject any interaction.
I was blinded by that excessively solitary reality of his bushido.
My eyes were drawn only to that next-level combat power.
My eyes were drawn only to his striking presence.
I didn't even try to see it.
That solitary loneliness of his.
I was so careless.
Loneliness exists even for those
who are born and raised in this world and go on living in it.
With no family, relatives,
no romantic partners, nor friends.
Put into a world where there's no one he can truly trust.
From the Sengoku era 400 years ago, suddenly into the present day.
Just how lonely is he?
It's you.
We've surrounded you.
We have an armed group in units of 100 men.
A hundred men in the latest gear.
There's no way even Musashi Miyamoto could possibly stand a chance against it.
You're a man of strategy, aren't you?
You should act wisely.
Submit to arrest.
I believe I told you.
You have to capture me.
The strongest swordsman in history.
Musashi Miyamoto.
I'm not underestimating you.
This is a warning after fully recognizing your power.
Surrender.
You should comply.
This is about it.
Even though I've been a cop for years, I'm no good with this.
But I can hit you from here.
Put your sword on the ground.
I never asked your name.
The suspect who calls himself Musashi Miyamoto.
The distance to the suspect is about 30 meters.
We're very close, so I'll give instructions in a low voice.
Listen carefully.
Inspector Otsuka is in contact with the suspect.
On his signal--
Move in!
This is...
Otsuka's short-barreled gun.
You bastard.
The fight was fair.
Otsuka drew first, but I'll let that slide.
It was a good fight.
You bastard!
I cut him down because he challenged me. Nothing more, nothing less.
Now then,
I have no intention of surrendering or complying.
With Musashi like that, what will you do?
Subtitle translation by: Wataru Uno.