BAKI-DOU: THE INVINCIBLE SAMURAI
Put your sword on the ground.
I never asked your name.
You want to know my name.
Is that because you're planning to cut me down?
What a strange thing to say.
You're pointing a short gun at your opponent.
Of course you'll at least get cut.
Miyamoto Musashi himself is about to draw his sword on me, Otsuka.
What an honor.
Wait!
You can't step forward.
If you take even one step forward, I'll have to shoot.
Either put your sword on the ground, or draw it and get shot.
What will it be?
There's also the option of drawing and cutting you down.
I'll be the first one to have the sword drawn on me. I had that feeling.
I'm going to draw. Shoot if you see it.
One, two, three.
He's gone...
Oh, my...
As expected...
You have no intention of surrendering or complying.
In that case, how about I give you a taste of this, Miyamoto?
Compressed rubber bullets.
Not like you'd understand that.
Basically, it's a bullet as hard as a rock thrown by a Major League pitcher.
Though you wouldn't understand that either.
He's so ready to draw.
Guess getting badly injured is unavoidable.
Shoot!
He cut them.
He cut the compressed rubber.
Three of them with one stroke.
You monster.
Arrows are faster.
Now.
Split up!
How good can a master swordsman be?
I've got something you can't cut, try as you might.
Now!
Iwama, he cut it.
He cut water!
What's wrong? Aren't you going to capture me?
I see.
Have you figured me out?
No matter what you do, you can't win.
Is this what you've figured out?
You sliced through water flying at high speed.
Your brilliant swordsmanship is nothing short of amazing.
But in a real fight, it's another story.
The gear we use.
Their durability and lightness.
By any measure, it completely surpasses that of the Sengoku era.
And there are this many of us.
It's said you took on dozens of men.
Your tales of valor still live on to this day.
However, I hate to say it, but those are only myths.
What will you do in the face of this overwhelming reality?
No one's moving. Not a single one of you is moving.
You've gathered this many people, and yet none of you can move.
Are you confident?
Or do you know that you can't face Musashi without proper gear?
Or perhaps
you know that even with gear and numbers, you can't defeat the opponent.
Is it the instinct of weak men?
Now, then.
Which is it?!
Unfortunately,
it's this.
A Taser. It's a type of stun gun and a nonlethal weapon.
It uses compressed air...
to fire cables measuring 6.3 meters.
It pierces clothes up to five centimeters thick
and delivers a 50,000-volt shock.
With the trigger engaged, the current continues,
incapacitating the target.
The Taser Superintendent Tatsufumi Iwama prepared for this occasion was customized.
The opponent was none other than the swordmaster Musashi Miyamoto.
The cable length was extended from 6.3 meters to 10 meters.
The standard 50,000 volts were modified tenfold to 500,000 volts.
In other words, it's no longer nonlethal.
His bones are visible.
What's the voltage?
Hey.
- Captain, it's over! - He's going to die, Iwama.
Looks like he's gone.
There's a burnt smell.
He's huge.
What a physique.
His face is amazing.
Check his pulse. His pulse! Paramedics!
Is your name Iwama?
I'll remember it.
Was it deadly poison, Iwama? I've never felt anything this strong.
The moment the arrow touches, numbness hits.
Then, sudden recovery.
Iwama,
I can't ignore sorcery.
No one can get close.
The elite riot squad is the police department's pride,
yet no one can approach him.
Captain Iwama, feared as a demon, is cut down before their eyes.
What's more, he was beheaded.
And the one who committed the act is the master swordsman Musashi Miyamoto.
It was too extreme.
It was too fantastical.
There's no way anyone can get close.
This is a nice moon.
What?
Moon?
He's looking at the moon at a time like this?
When the moon is so clear like this...
it makes me want to cut.
A force that has lost its head can no longer be called an army.
A hundred men who cannot be led have no power in numbers.
It's just 100 individuals.
This...
Officers, this...
The shield's like this!
Hey.
Here. Get the deceased, fast.
Split up!
The Ogre? I don't know him.
Is that a code name? What does he do?
A nonaggression declaration? From whom to whom?
On this day, the White House has shut out all media.
The next president receives information directly from the incumbent.
Top secret.
This makes no sense.
I'll ask you again.
I'll answer as many times as you ask, next president.
A country issues a nonaggression declaration toward one man. Is that right?
That's right.
The great nation of the USA
swears an oath to a single man, Yujiro Hanma, also known as the Ogre.
With the Bible in hand, you swear friendship and nonaggression.
America does?
America does.
We'll flatter a single person?
Yes, we will flatter.
Is he rich?
In a way, he could be called the richest man in the world,
but that has nothing to do with this.
Why don't we capture him?
We can just arrest him.
Arrest him?
The Ogre's street-fighting power is said to be on par with a country's military.
Even the FBI is no match for a whole country's military.
There'll be mountains of coffins.
What era did this sickening custom begin in?
The 40th president, Ronaldo Wilson Regan. I heard he was the first.
I see.
That was exactly the time when greatness disappeared from our nation.
Mister Tramp, there's a proverb about foolhardy bravery.
It mocks reckless courage that lacks strategy.
Flatter the ones you're supposed to.
I reached that conclusion in office.
Two weeks later in New York. On the top floor of a hotel.
I'll end this!
Those words were in his autobiography he published years later.
"I'll be the last."
"It ends with me."
"My emotions were so high, they were about to explode."
"But the moment I saw him, they vanished like they were never there."
"Above any modern tank,
above any modern missile,
above any modern gun."
"I'm far superior."
"That man made me realize it was reality, simply by showing his back."
"I saw it for the first time,
the form of battle itself."
Finish it in three minutes.
"Even though I wet myself, I'm quick in situations like this."
"I memorized the oath overnight, just in case."
"I shouted it word for word."
You made the decision yourself and gave me the order.
Of course, if it's an order from you, I'll do as you say.
If you were my relative, I wouldn't let you go, even if I had to risk myself.
Needless to say, I can't guarantee your life.
Shut up.
I said shut up. Is it because of your age? Your hearing's failing, Captain Strydum.
Mrs. Hinnary, you just don't understand at all.
He's nothing like the type you can define by your standards.
He's way different.
He's a monster.
I'm not a complete stranger to the Ogre.
That's right.
I haven't lost yet.
I'm going to save the United States from his hands!
But first, I can't avoid this.
Because his...
his very existence is military force itself!
YU
I won't accept your oath. I thought I refused.
I was friends with your beloved wife, Mrs. Emi.
She was a wonderful woman. Yes, that's right.
So, I'd really love to take the oath.
A personal oath from the bottom of my heart to you, the Ogre. Please.
I don't need an oath.
If you're Emi's friend, I'll protect you.
But...
Swear on your own, and I'll violate you. Over and over.
If a monster like him violates me, I'll be done for.
Well, then. Time to go.
It's wire cutting. My Dad's original.
This is it.
If I leave burrs here, I'm not in top form.
What is it, Katsumi?
Well, I thought
you were supposed to be a shut-in.
Hey, Katsumi. You can't forget what's important.
For a karate practitioner, the dojo is his home.
I'm still a shut-in.
You saw the news, right?
He cut two people.
Normally, the police are supposed to be strong.
But who are the strongest ones?
It's the ones who swore revenge.
Exactly.
They don't care about appearances.
They'll bring out arrows and guns.
So Musashi will be killed?
There'll be a mountain of coffins.
That's the worst.
Katsumi, what can we do?
If we were to protect anyone, would it be one of us?
That's right. I can't be a shut-in.
What?
Shut up. I just quit.
KARATE-DO SHINSHINKAI HEADQUARTERS
You're late, Director.
I've long planned to protect.
It's not fair to train for a fight against Musashi Miyamoto.
Yes. I have to be my usual self.
For example...
For example, my nails.
I cut them three days before a match.
It had to be three days before.
On the day of the match was no good.
By the third day, my nails felt natural on my hands.
My power didn't slip away.
The slightly grown nails bite my skin and keep the power locked in.
When did I cut my nails?
Last week? Ten days ago?
Who cares?
Would Musashi Miyamoto bother with something like that?
My nails and shoes are the same as always.
My ties are still loose.
My underwear is on its same cycle.
My expression?
That, too, is exactly the same as ever.
That's what it means to be ready, right?
Right?
Subtitle translation by: Wataru Uno