Baki-Dou: The Invincible Samurai (2026) s01e05 Episode Script

[Japanese rock theme music playing]
[in English] Don't be, be, be afraid ♪
Don't be, be, be, be, be afraid ♪
BAKI-DOU: THE INVINCIBLE SAMURAI
- [Musashi] Hmm.
- [tense music playing]
You're far too naive.
You said I should already be dead,
but you didn't finish me off!
I am faster than the speed of light.
[Yujiro] Flying swallow fist.
Flash of light.
Mach speed.
All of these are techniques
of incredible speed.
Mmm. Okay.
The funny thing is
that if your opponent is prepared,
no matter how fast you might be,
you won't land a blow.
[Baki] Mm. Mm.
[Yujiro] You can always avoid something
if you know it's coming.
That being said,
there is an exception to that rule.
This punch will land.
Even if they know it's coming.
No matter the defensive stance.
Even if they're prepared for it,
this punch always lands.
A world champion stepping into the ring
knows full well
that even he has no way to avoid it.
The name of that technique?
The Galactica Phantom Ultra
Super 44 Magnum Ultimate.
It's a jab.
[gasps]
[wails]
[sighs]
[shocked murmuring]
It will break your opponent's defenses
without fail.
Speed is all that matters.
And because of that,
you could say it's one
of the more macho techniques.
[Baki murmurs]
A jab.
Practice it!
Over and over, till it's second nature.
Because this jab…
[Baki grunts]
…is the fastest technique
in all of modern martial arts.
[Musashi] Oh!
[Tokugawa] Ah!
[Musashi] Oh.
Oh…
- [electronic droning]
- [Musashi gasps]
And he's down!
You win on kill count,
but in the last ten seconds,
I could've killed you
at least three times.
[Tokugawa] Eh.
[Musashi] Hmm…
You are correct.
I'm surprised to say it myself,
but the boy could've killed me.
- [Baki] Huh.
- [Tokugawa] Oh…
There's more to it though.
In the moment before your rush,
I felt a presence
make contact with my face.
Wait.
You telling me you saw it coming?
Yes. Your strong presence
makes you easy to read.
So what you're trying to say
is that you could have dodged my left jab?
If you can't defend yourself from a jab,
then you can't call yourself
a martial artist.
- [mysterious music playing]
- [Baki gasps]
[Tokugawa] Oh…
[Musashi] But I was curious
about the effect your jab would have.
While I expected the impact
to hit the center of my face,
instead you aimed for the jaw.
- [Tokugawa] Oh…
- [Baki gasps]
The ground beneath me began to tilt.
Then it rose up at me from the left.
When I stopped it…
[chuckles]
…my body was as good as dead.
[Tokugawa] Oh!
[Musashi] I lost consciousness.
We were just playing a game,
but I lost myself.
- I wouldn't call it a game.
- [Tokugawa groans softly]
Young sir, let me introduce myself.
I am Musashi Miyamoto.
Yeah, I kind of figured.
And I am Baki Hanma.
[suspenseful music playing]
Listen, Baki.
I won't go easy on you.
He's using two swords.
His legendary technique,
the Niten Ichi-ryu!
[Baki] Here I am,
a man of the 21st century,
about to battle the best swordsman
of the Warring States period.
- [Musashi] Ready?
- [music fades]
[dramatic music resumes]
[Baki] He's gonna face me with two swords.
Hoo-hoo-hoo.
I'm not gonna pass up this opportunity!
Curiosity overrides my fear!
I mean, it'd be rude
not to indulge him, right?
[narrator] The warrior could see it.
Before the first fist came flying
towards him at immense speed…
Before the boy's back foot kicked off…
He saw it.
Even before the decision showed
on the boy's face, he saw it.
But what was it that he could see?
A signal not even his opponent
was aware of.
One that indicated what he'd do
a half-second before he decided to act.
In 1991, a Danish author by the name
of Tor Nørretranders posited the notion
that human consciousness arrives
a half of a second late.
Humans believe that the actions they take
are the result of their own will.
But in reality, a half-second before
that decision is made,
the brain has already begun
sending out signals.
What if you could pick up
on your opponent's intention,
before even they knew
what they were going to do?
Someone capable of that
would be able to defend
or even prevent an indefensible attack
that moves faster than light.
[Baki gasps]
[Tokugawa gasps]
[Baki] He caught it
before I even threw it!
[Baki gasps]
[pained yelling]
[pained yelling]
[pained groaning]
[buzzing]
[heat whooshing]
[groaning]
[determined yelling]
[grunting ferociously]
[Musashi] Hmm.
[Tokugawa] Oh!
[panting]
[laughs heartily[
Very impressive, boy.
[breathing heavily]
I didn't think you'd be able
to execute a counter-attack.
[breathing heavily]
You did better than I expected.
But I feel like having more fun.
[gasping]
[music fades]
STOP UNDERAGE DRINKING
AND DRUNK DRIVING
AVOID ALCOHOL DURING PREGNANCY
AND BREASTFEEDING
[Musashi] What am I looking at?
DRINK RESPONSIBLY
RECYCLE
[Musashi] It's not… It's not a painting.
It moves!
It changes so quickly.
[gasps]
That… that wall,
it defies all explanation.
[confused murmuring]
And yet,
no one seems to pay attention to it.
Is it not unusual to them?
Look at the scale of it!
And the height of it!
Towering above us!
Could this really just be normal for them?
It's so different here.
- So different as to be almost absurd.
- [train approaching]
[Musashi] Huh?
It's so fast.
Far faster than any horse I've seen.
And there are so many people inside of it!
This world is not like the world you know.
It's been over 400 years since your time.
Four hundred years…
Four hundred years!
This is the kind of difference
that 400 years can make?
It's not comparable.
Not even in the slightest.
Can something like this,
something this enormous,
really be created by human hands?
[people murmuring in confusion]
[Musashi] Perhaps
I should've brought along some sandals.
I'm letting myself grow agitated.
I mustn't.
I can't allow myself to become agitated
by things unrelated to battle.
Don't lose your focus.
The opponents I face aren't buildings.
No, my opponents are people.
If there's one thing I know,
it's how to win against people.
Or rather, winning against people
is the only thing I know how to do.
[man] Uh, excuse me, sir.
Do you have a second?
I don't mean to be a bother,
but do you think maybe
you can answer some questions?
And you are?
[officer] Uh…
[both] Huh?!
Well, uh, I think it's pretty obvious
we're the police.
[chuckling]
[uncertainly] Police?
Come on now, mister.
Why don't you have any shoes on?
[Musashi] Hmm?
Oh, shoes?
That was careless of me. [chuckles]
Are you saying you forgot?
That you carelessly forgot to wear them?
Yes.
I don't know what's going on here,
but why don't you try working with me?
Look, I think we're gonna need you
to provide some kind of identification.
What? Like a letter of introduction?
I don't have one.
All right, then, how about your name?
And your date of birth?
And your current place of residence?
My name is Musashi Miyamoto.
I was born in the 12th year of Tensho.
[officer gasping]
My residence?
Well, I just arrived here recently.
Hmm.
All right now, be honest.
What kind of drugs are you on?
[Musashi] "Drugs"?
I haven't heard this word before.
Hmm…
I think you better come with us.
[gasps]
- [Musashi] Hmm.
- [officer 2 gasps]
- What's the matter with you?
- You're behaving very strangely.
[pained grunting]
[menacing music playing]
[music fades]
[Baki] Maybe… maybe it was a dream?
No, there's no way that was a dream.
There's no doubt about it.
- [suspenseful music playing]
- His attack ran across my body.
I can still feel it now.
It's vivid and raw.
I don't think
I'll ever get used to the idea.
I mean, who would believe me?
I barely believe it myself.
I went toe-to-toe with a samurai!
And not just any samurai. [chuckles]
Musashi Miyamoto himself!
Tokugawa tried to explain it,
but for someone like me,
it just didn't make any sense.
But apparently, it was the old man
who found a way to bring back Musashi.
I may not understand the science,
but there is something I do know.
The proof that I fought Musashi Miyamoto
is now forever etched on my body.
I mean, the whole concept
of being the strongest,
it all started with him.
He can splinter a stalk of young bamboo
with a single swing.
That's the strength of his grip.
He can read and predict
his opponent's intentions
before they can even begin to make a move.
If you fail to understand that principle,
then you're not a martial artist.
[Baki] I've been training
for over ten years,
my own custom training.
[chuckles]
But he's so casual about it.
I guess in his era,
everyone carried weapons,
so a match meant so much more back then.
Defeat meant death.
You didn't just lose the battle.
You lost your head.
I mean it's no surprise
you'd start to develop abilities
to predict their attacks.
[chuckles softly]
In his time,
not only was it natural
to master something like that,
it was necessary for survival.
This is just what I needed.
The top warrior of that golden age
is now right here in our modern world.
[chuckles] I'm a lucky guy, aren't I?
Come on. I am so fucking lucky!
First Pickle and the opportunity
to fight a primitive man.
And now, I get to stand face-to-face
with the strongest samurai
the world has ever known.
[music fades]
I get it now.
I understand.
Pieces are coming together.
The world, the gods themselves,
and I, Baki Hanma,
will finally be able to find out
who's the strongest.
It's almost time.
What do you think you're doing?
Hold it right there!
[Baki] It won't be long
before everyone starts to notice.
Hey!
[Baki] They will learn
about Musashi being alive.
[pained groaning]
[Baki chuckles] Things are about
to get fucking nuts!
- [daunting musical sting]
- [Baki] The kata.
No other martial art
in the world values it
as much as Japanese practitioners do.
Everyone who comes before
leaves their mark
on their particular kata.
A message to future generations.
That's how swordsmanship
became swordsmanship,
how Judo became Judo,
and how the old masters live on today.
The kata.
The essence of martial arts
flowing through the body.
Form at its purest.
If I ever hope to catch up to him,
I gotta improve my kata.
And which kata is that?
[intriguing music playing]
[Baki] Seems obvious, right?
My kata.
Baki's kata.
Made by Baki
for Baki.
My kata.
Kata is more
than just the order of movements.
[grunts]
It's about the technique.
The movement demanded by the technique.
Exploring to discover its ideal execution.
Am I moving efficiently? Properly?
And the movements…
Do they have meaning? Purpose?
Are my movements fulfilling
the requirements of the technique?
Twice.
He's now defeated me two times.
I know I can't do it yet,
but soon…
I'll yawn right in your face, Musashi!
[siren wailing]
[man on radio] I repeat, the suspect
is wearing traditional clothing.
In navy blue.
He also appears to be barefoot.
The suspect is on route to Shibuya.
All patrol cars in the area,
head to the scene immediately.
[reporter] The typhoon has passed.
Here in Yoyogi Park,
this brush of warm weather
has the cicadas forgetting about the fact
that fall is almost here.
Next is breaking news.
In the district of Shibuya,
at approximately 3:30 p.m.,
a man calling himself Musashi Miyamoto
prompted an incident
that resulted in a police confrontation.
You can see the exchange here
on some local security footage.
Five strong police officers
have surrounded
a large man dressed
in traditional Japanese attire.
He also appears to be barefoot.
Expressionless, he slowly raises his arms.
The officer behind moves in
to apprehend him.
But he dodges.
Strangely enough,
that officer, who seemed uninjured,
is now doubled over in pain,
then falls, unable to move.
The second officer jumps in
and successfully captures him from behind.
Or so it appeared,
until the officer's vital spot
was mercilessly squeezed,
after which he collapsed.
One of them takes out his baton
and strikes.
Were you able to see that?
The baton is already
in the strange man's hand.
He clearly did something,
but his movement was too fast to see.
The officer collapses and convulses.
Two policemen left.
He tosses away the baton.
The officers pounce!
Again, something is happening,
but it's unclear.
Like a sword fight from a samurai movie.
The officers on the sidewalk
are showing no signs of fighting back,
and the strange man casually strides away
as though nothing happened.
Earlier that day,
he had already injured
four other police officers
in the Shinjuku ward
before this video was taped.
The Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department
has been on high alert since the incident.
This frightening man
with swept-back long hair
uses the name
of a master swordsman from the past,
but who is he really?
KARATE-DOU
SHINSHINKAI HEADQUARTERS
[gasps]
[reporter] The Police Department
has set up an emergency headquarters
to handle the situation.
This is developing…
but the police are tracking him
on a scale never before seen,
putting the organization's prestige
on the line.
[Jack grunts]
And in other news…
[gasps]
He… he's so strong.
Who the fuck is that guy?
[narrator] The two men sat
in eerie silence.
The moment of stillness was finally broken
by the father.
We just witnessed something impossible,
didn't we?
Yes.
Hmm. That was Musashi Miyamoto.
The real deal.
SHIBUKAWA-RYU AIKI JUJUTSU
[Goki] How else should I take it?
I've been slighted.
I've been called an amateur,
or worse, a phony.
It may not have been said as words,
but his movements, his skills,
have debased me all the same.
MOTOBE-RYE JUJUTSU
[Motobe] I've had the urge to train
since last year.
Finally, the answer has come.
But I'll admit,
I never imagined it would be so dire.
- [suspenseful music playing]
- [Motobe] Baki…
And Doppo too.
Shibukawa.
And yes, even the Ogre.
I must protect them all.
[music fades]
- ["Mountain Top" by Novel Core playing]
- [lyrics in Japanese]
[in English] Yeah ♪
Yeah, yeah ♪
I'm on the mountaintop, yeah ♪
Yeah, yeah ♪
I'm on the mountaintop, yeah ♪
[music fades]