BAKI-DOU: THE INVINCIBLE SAMURAI
It's a bit far, but...
No.
Their faces, their spirits, and their thoughts as well.
I can read them from this distance.
So it's perfect for you.
The no-smoking rule is kind of a bummer.
Look, Katsumi.
Two daisho swords.
He's fully intent on using them.
So, does the fact that they're here mean he'll come out without his swords?
Who knows? The generation gap is too wide for me to figure him out.
Why?
This is revenge for what happened to the boss.
But I can't bring myself to hate him.
That...
How come?
The rumors drew me to Japan.
And it's just as the rumors said, if not even greater.
How can a man like him exist?
He's entering early.
Yeah, that's true.
What is he planning?
- Meditation? - To catch the enemy off guard?
I can't read him!
- He's such a seasoned warrior. - He's so cunning.
He's so sly.
- Is he coming? - It's Baki!
He's coming out.
- It's Baki! - It's Baki!
BLUE DRAGON
What?
Boy. What were you doing?
I grew tired of waiting.
A feast as far as the eye can see.
You can eat and eat.
Drink and drink.
A feast that should never end.
And he ate very well,
leaving not a single dish behind.
This wasteland...
was just like Sekigahara.
Did you eat them all?!
Excuse me? Eat what?
So that's what happened.
What?
So I can't eat anymore.
What?
Not a single scrap of food is left behind!
You're no longer a feast!
Is that what you're saying?
Baki Hanma!
Well, you know...
I seriously have no idea what you're talking about.
Fine, then.
If I eat poison, I'll eat the plate as well!
If I eat the plate, I'll eat the tray as well!
If I eat the tray, I'll eat the person as well!
What I'm about to do,
or what happens as a result, will change nothing.
Baki,
I shall slurp every last drop of blood out of you.
All weapons except for firearms are allowed.
The swords standing in the center
may be used or left unused at your discretion.
I also bear a message from the Noble Elder.
This battle is to determine which one of you is the victor.
You are to understand that fair play is strictly a secondary concern.
Those were his words.
Excuse me?
Was that message really necessary?
The seeker of enlightenment is a facade.
This man is the worst cheater in history.
No matter how you regulate him,
he'll openly trample all over fair play.
Mind your own business, Tokugawa!
This boy understands it far better than you!
But for a while now, I've been wondering about this.
Is this...
What?
It's a whipped cream...
palace?
To your positions!
It looks so sweet, it's almost sickening.
I have no choice.
I have no other choice.
Wow.
I like this situation.
I must use everything I've cultivated.
All other options are closed off.
In other words,
I can use everything I have.
Begin!
- What? - It seems like...
From this distance...
Even from this distance, I realize how strong he is.
And on top of that, he's got his whole body to fight with, and swords!
Just incredible.
What a talent.
Katsumi, that's Musashi.
Oh, my.
You've already got them.
There was no need to prepare those.
I can't stand it.
You think keeping swords out of my hands is enough.
I cannot abide such arrogance from the likes of you.
Keeping swords out of your hands is enough.
If Musashi Miyamoto were that simple,
things would be a lot easier.
Musashi.
We don't underestimate an unarmed Musashi Miyamoto.
Not a single one of us is that foolish.
Still,
we don't think you're beyond dealing with!
Damn.
I failed right off the bat.
Boy, it wasn't all that bad.
- My sword. - What?
"My"?
I got cut?
One strike!
I tried throwing a kick.
You're in the middle of a fight,
yet you make yourself unstable by standing on one leg.
You once called kicking techniques foolish.
I've learned too.
Of course, I won't kick above the waist like you all do, boy.
But against a man on the ground, it's quite effective.
And one more thing.
A strong man once made me suffer bitterly.
A hit down there works better than a sword.
I hear you defeated that strong man, Yujiro Hanma.
Well done.
I never admitted it.
Some people don't admit their defeat.
But that's not the case. You don't admit your victory?
Don't try to look so cool. A win is a win.
I talked too much.
Here I come.
Any time.
Oh, my. This match...
It's a continuation of that match, spanning generations.
There's no need to worry.
I won't get in the way.
He releases the knee.
Driving the speed of his falling body
into his heel.
He pivots toward the enemy's position.
All of it in a mere fraction of a second.
He disappeared?
He was invisible.
Was that a jab?
He beat him with one hit!
That's not correct.
Right, that was three hits.
An ultra-high-speed series of strikes so fast that three are heard as one.
I wonder how many people in this arena
realized that last kizami-zuki was three strikes?
BUTTE, MONTANA
Bob Munden was a legendary gunman.
By trade, he was a gunsmith.
He could burst two balloons placed two meters apart
in 0.02 seconds.
The firing sound of those two shots
could only be heard as one, even when you listen hard.
Its speed exceeded the blink of an eye.
It rivaled the rate of fire of a Gatling gun.
During a quick draw, the hand holding the gun takes a full ten Gs.
Ten Gs is equivalent to the physical limit a fighter pilot can endure.
The only reason he was able to withstand it
was his monstrous grip and pinch strength, enough to tear a deck of cards in half.
Baki's jab was a three-hit combination, striking high, middle, and low.
The face.
The solar plexus.
The groin.
Three simultaneous shots in a single beat.
What's more, his cockroach dash starts at full speed,
keeping Musashi from closing the distance.
And on top of that,
the first flicker jab, driven by a fully relaxed wrist and fingertips,
gouged deeply into Musashi's forehead.
He deployed those three modern combat techniques simultaneously.
Magnificent.
Magnificent control of the tip.
That is true, but...
Just now, Baki...
Did he somehow disappear?
A technique that did not exist in the Sengoku era.
Was it too new for Musashi?
Boy, while I lay unconscious just now, you could have killed me several times.
I wouldn't take such a risk.
If I were to kill you,
I would do it while you were moving.
I am grateful.
You struck my groin from above.
If you had struck it from below, it would have been over.
All right, I saw it.
Good job.
Now then, let us grapple.
My balls have dropped quite a bit now.
It's that thing.
It's that thing from that time.
I'll catch your fingers with my eyes.
I'll break them with my eyes.
How are you going to crush my fingers with your eyes?
But he did it. That's how that man is.
Using "ultimate relaxation" or whatever.
I'm actually a nice guy,
so I was going to close my hand before making contact.
He never gave me the chance.
He crossed five or six meters with some kind of teleportation
and just crushed my fingers.
Crushed them with his eyes.
He is that fast. He is that strong.
And that thing...
He did it so easily.
You surprised me.
There is no acceleration.
Since it begins from a stationary body,
a step-in inevitably produces acceleration.
And yet,
boy, your step-in has no acceleration.
It is already at top speed from the start.
That is quite something.
You cannot produce that kind of speed unless you are quite relaxed.
Right.
Even to the level of water. Who is your master?
You are one to talk.
You countered that step-in effortlessly.
Don't overestimate me.
Just before you make your move, I sense the presence emanating from you.
Even though I took the initiative, I was caught off guard in the first clash.
Hey, Gaia.
Yes?
There is something you have that I do not.
That is the ability to detect the initial movement.
Master Motobe, you already--
Do not flatter me, you idiot.
I just read it.
It's simply a read born of experience.
It does not reach the back of my brain.
From here on, it is the brain.
From here on, it's a battle of reads.
It became a battle of reads.
The level is incredible.
The decision to step in.
They are reading each other before that thought even stirs.
They are reading each other before the mind's first impulse appears.
Sounds grand when you put it into words,
but the fight won't change that much.
Here, just watch.
He's walking normally?
What did he just do?
You're right.
You definitely saw it.
It's so fast that three hits sound like one, and four hits sound like two.
Even if you see the whole thing coming, some attacks just can't be handled.
You're right.
Even if you saw every detail of the pitching motion,
an amateur still wouldn't be able to touch a professional's pitch.
A volleyball spike.
A simple straight punch from a pro boxer.
Even if you know it's coming, you can't easily deal with any of them.
Now, then.
It's about time they begin to settle in.
Feels great.
They carry weight now.
Wow.
They're much clearer than before.
I can see the temper line and the glint of light with clarity.
He's holding them.
He's holding the swords. That...
Slash, thrust, stab, strike, grapple.
I can do anything.
I definitely can do anything right now.
To cross blades.
Whose words were those?
"To cross blades."
"Beneath the blade is hell indeed."
"Step forward once
and beyond lies paradise."
Subtitle translation by: Wataru Uno