Baki-Dou: The Invincible Samurai (2026) s01e07 Episode Script
Feather
- [Japanese rock theme music playing]
- [lyrics in English]
[in English] Don't be, be, be afraid ♪
Don't be, be, be, be, be afraid ♪
BAKI-DOU: THE INVINCIBLE SAMURAI
[Musashi] It's incredible.
Flame at a flick.
How terribly ingenious.
[fire crackling]
Now I can begin.
Mash straw charcoal
and add some horse oil.
Mix it into a paste.
That'll do it. Now it'll heal.
[footsteps approaching]
Musashi, do you have a moment?
I have something I'd like to discuss.
[chuckles]
Go on, I'm listening.
[intriguing music playing]
[Tokugawa] A match will be held here.
Three days from now, at night.
Your opponent stands before you.
Retsu, a representative
from the land of the Ming Dynasty.
This arena has always had
an unbreakable rule,
but this time,
the fighters can use weapons!
Then I presume
you were the one who asked for permission
to use weapons during the match,
weren't you, Man from the continent?
You are correct.
I wish for a decisive end.
Don't you prefer it that way?
I would have you consider it a favor.
You're strong.
With or without your swords.
Musashi could never be called weak, but…
But, what?
What you're known for
is your unparalleled skill as a swordsman.
As a Kenpō master,
defeating you in hand-to-hand combat
would be meaningless.
Oh boy.
So you think you could beat me
if we were to fight barehanded?
In an unarmed battle, I might defeat you,
but then again, I might not.
All the same,
that's not what I came to find out.
There's only one way
to claim victory in this fight,
and that is to face you
when you have the advantage.
I will face you with your blades in hand.
[perplexing music playing]
[gasps]
Well then, Ming warrior…
[Retsu yells loudly]
[grunts]
- [Musashi grunts]
- [gasps]
- [Retsu grunts]
- [Musashi] Oh!
What?!
What do you think you're doing, Retsu?
You can't do that to an opponent
who hasn't engaged you.
I've been practicing martial arts
for a long time.
It's rare to feel a fighting aura
as vicious as his.
Believe me, he came at me first.
Even so, please tell him the following.
On the day of the match,
I'll be sure to wear a sturdier leg.
I'll see you both in three days.
[Musashi] How earnest of you.
You're an endearing man, Ming warrior.
There's no need for an explanation.
I can easily tell
from observing the footage
that the man is the real deal.
And, my friend,
that is all I need to know.
Is that so?
Forgive me for prying,
but I've heard some rumors
about the upcoming match.
Weapons are permitted,
making it the first armed battle
in that arena.
Yes and the exception was requested
by Retsu himself,
so Musashi has no reason to object to it.
Then I am not joking when I say
that perhaps Retsu
should prepare a machine gun.
Uh?
If weapons are permitted
all bets are off.
Noble Elder, I really respect
the insights of someone like you,
an aficionado of martial arts
and combat sports alike.
All right,
quit beating around the bush, Motobe.
What are you really trying to say?
It pains me,
but those without true combat experience
have limited vision,
making rash decisions
with grave consequences.
You're rather blunt today.
Tell me what's causing you
to be so direct.
Mitsunari, you've outed yourself
as an amateur.
Accidentally of course,
but there's a truth you're missing.
Musashi is a monster among monsters.
I intend no offense,
but the fact is,
you do not understand that man,
even in the slightest.
You think my passion's
given me tunnel vision.
Think what you will, but don't forget,
Retsu volunteered and made the request
that weapons be permitted himself.
Would you call him an amateur too?
Have you forgotten what kind of man he is?
Anyone who knows Retsu knows
that the details of this match are exactly
what would be expected of him.
That's just the sort of man
Retsu has always been.
Once he encounters a foe
that he deems strong,
his honor demands he fight them,
should it cost him an arm,
a leg, or even his life.
That is simply Retsu's nature.
Come on, Tokugawa. Everyone knows that.
[Tokugawa] Hmm.
I see what you mean.
Not to mention that his opponent
is none other than
the Musashi Miyamoto in the flesh.
I don't wanna wake up from this dream.
Shall I presume
that you also want to fight him, Izo?
- [Motobe groans pensively]
- Hmm?
I guess so,
but in my case, it's different.
It's not so much about fighting,
but instead… protecting.
[thud]
Wait, wait, what?! Protecting?
Musashi Miyamoto is well known
as a master with swords,
but that doesn't mean it's his only skill.
Most of the samurai back then,
they didn't just stick to one martial art.
Swords, spears, bows, staffs,
naginata, shuriken, ropes, horses…
He's mastered them all.
There's nothing he can't handle.
And?
I trust you know
I don't mean this as a boast,
but I, too, have mastered
all of those martial arts.
Oh?
[Motobe] That's something
that even Yujiro Hanma can't say.
[Tokugawa] Hmm.
I can't think of another person
who could do it,
so I'm the only one
who can protect them from Musashi.
KARATE-DO
SHINSHINKAI HEADQUARTERS
- [dramatic music sting]
- [sighs]
[yelling ferociously]
[Kaku] Not bad at all.
Your mastery of weapons
hasn't lost its edge in the slightest.
I'd say your skills
are continuing to improve, Retsu.
Thank you, Master.
[shocked murmuring]
[Atsushi yells]
[grunting ferociously]
[breathing heavily]
I got him.
So how the hell is he still standing?!
He's got a massive build,
and yet he's as light as a feather.
[Retsu grunts]
[pained yelling]
[pained groaning]
[impressed murmuring]
This is pronounced "Xiaoli."
You hammer your bones.
You pound your muscles.
You temper your skin.
These acts of strengthening
turn your body into a thick wall.
A defense that repels ordinary blows
like they're nothing.
This much I have shared with you
in previous lessons.
However, this isn't considered
a technique, per se.
Xiaoli is different
from any advanced techniques
you're familiar with.
ow is it done?
You simply become this,
a feather.
[gasps] I knew it.
[Kaku] There's an unconscious tension
running through you.
A stiffness buried within your muscles,
bones, and tendons,
hiding in the deepest parts of your flesh.
First, that tension must be eliminated.
As it melts away,
your hardened flesh becomes
like an ice pack,
pliable and flexible,
then as fragile as paper,
and finally, light as a feather.
Once you reach that state,
the wall ceases to exist.
The wind, bullets, even missiles
are useless
as they pass right through you.
[suspenseful music playing]
[blows]
If you perfect Xiaoli
and can transform into a feather…
[yells] Yah!
[gasping]
…even the sharpest blade can't touch you.
Hmm…
Dual-wielding isn't exclusive to Musashi.
[Katsumi gasps]
How can they be so different?
This looks nothing like
Musashi's technique.
Japanese swordsmanship
is simple and unadorned,
putting everything into a single stroke.
It has a strange sort of stillness to it.
Whereas Chinese swordsmanship has
a dynamic and athletic vitality,
the embodiment of movement itself.
Attack sharply,
but defend with effortless grace.
I would think you learned this
during your karate studies.
The heart of Chinese martial arts,
passed down since ancient times.
Imagine a crane trying to catch a snake.
This precept is believed
to have come from that image.
The snake struggles
against the attacks from the crane's beak.
Frustrated, it strikes back,
but the crane's graceful movement
allows it to dodge every strike.
And in the end, the snake is subdued.
But that won't do.
Defending gracefully only works
in unarmed combat.
Even the most elegant movement
can be cut down by a sword.
Retsu, stand up.
Be a bottle gourd
and sway with the motion.
Become a feather.
If you move in unison with my sword,
then Musashi can't cut you.
[Retsu exhales slowly]
I'm ready.
[Tokugawa] He almost looks
like a painting.
I wonder what he's training for?
[wind blowing]
[sword slicing]
[grunts]
[shocked murmuring]
[Musashi] Hmm.
Hmm, just barely satisfactory.
[Katsumi] Become a feather.
I understand the concept, but…
[gasps] …is this what it takes?
Should this even be allowed?!
[Retsu panting]]
It's time for the Sea King Retsu
to show his skill.
[dramatic music playing]
[Kaku yelling]
[Katsumi gasps]
[Retsu grunts softly]
[grunts]
[Katsumi] But he didn't get cut!
He really pulled it off.
The second try was better than the first.
The third better than the second.
Witness the Sea King,
the man who became a feather
in only four tries.
You've done well.
- [triumphant music playing]
- [Retsu] Hmm.
[impressed murmuring]
See with your spirit
as you see with your eyes
and become a feather that sways.
Move your body
and never resist the line of an attack.
Your feet and hands become the breeze.
And you shall be the wind.
[music fades]
Impressive for one with such a thick body.
[Retsu] Hmm.
You have mastered the art of Xiaoli.
[Katsumi] Hmm.
[Atsushi] Ah.
[Motobe] You plan to use that technique?
[all gasping]
You're gonna take on
Musashi's blade with that?
Izo Motobe.
[Motobe] Four thousand years
of Chinese history…
[chuckling scornfully]
…and that's the best you've got?
[awed gasping]
[sword slicing]
[leaves rustling]
[wings flapping]
[awed murmuring]
[Tokugawa] This blade
is so long and heavy,
yet you're able to draw it so easily?
There's got to be a trick that lets you
draw it at that speed.
Right?
[Musashi chuckles]
You don't use your hands
to draw the sword.
It's in the hips.
Draw from the hips. Slash from the hips.
In a single straight slice.
Otherwise, you'll never make it in time,
and your path to victory vanishes.
[Motobe] Answer me, Retsu.
Do you really believe
this new technique was all you needed?
That a master swordsman like him
will be fooled by a circus trick?
[Retsu] Hmm?
[Kaku chuckles]
Now, now, now.
You are a warrior who respects
the old Japanese style,
but you go too far.
[Katsumi gasps]
He knew Motobe's style
just by looking at him?!
I trained, tested, and gave him
my seal of approval in Xiaoli.
You don't agree with my judgment?
- Hmm?
- [uneasy music playing]
You don't know any better, that's all.
You come from China, how would you?
You don't learn
about Warring States principles.
[narrator] Facing off in that era
meant at least one
of the duelists would be killed.
It didn't matter
if it was a low-level battle.
Back in his day, if two people fought,
somebody ended up dead.
It was completely different
from modern martial arts,
where you can fight and lose
over and over again.
What we practice today
was passed down through time,
but much of the knowledge was lost.
Even if what we use
to fight with is incomplete…
[shouting] …we continue the practice
the best we can!
[all gasping]
[Retsu] I understand.
All right, I'm willing
to hear your recommendation.
You should withdraw.
[Retsu] Hmm.
[Motobe] To be honest, I'm not sure
you'd even win a fistfight against him.
And you're ready to face him
with a weapon he's mastered?
You could step into the ring
with a machine gun and still lose.
I will not tolerate such an insult.
[Motobe] Hmm.
Retsu, listen to me.
Musashi can cut through anything,
whether it's hard as iron
or light as a feather.
All right Motobe. What do I have to do?
[dramatic music sting]
If you still want to fight him,
you'll have to get through me first.
[shocked gasping]
[Tokugawa] Tomorrow night,
the arena won't be filled
with cheers this time.
It'll be a deafening silence instead.
Hmm?
- [dramatic music sting]
- [gasping]
- [uneasy music playing]
- [Tokugawa] Ohh…
[breathing heavily]
[narrator] The day before
the forbidden match…
[unsettling groaning]
…stretched into evening.
Get through you first?
That sounds an awful lot like a threat.
Are you telling me
that I've got to fight you and win,
or else I can't pass?
That's the only way your words make sense.
Motobe, I really hope
I'm wrong about that.
Well, Retsu.
Sorry, but you're not mistaken.
[Retsu grunts]
[Motobe grunts]
[all gasping]
[Retsu groans softly]
- [tense music playing]
- Huh.
I'm uninjured.
[gasps] A fierce attack.
You would have destroyed my elbow
had I been slower.
Retsu, you're a master of Kenpō.
I can't exactly afford to hold back.
Better that than having my head crushed.
[Retsu] Hmph.
[Retsu grunts ferociously]
[dramatic music playing]
[both grunting]
[yelling savagely]
[bones crunching]
Yoww!
[grunts]
Hai!
[Katsumi] Incredible!
Everyone knows how strong Retsu is,
but I had no idea
that Izo Motobe was at that level too!
I'd expect nothing less from you, Retsu.
You may very well be stronger than me,
but it doesn't matter.
[Retsu gasps]
You're not stronger than Musashi.
[pained gasping]
[groans, whimpers]
Moron.
It's the night before the big fight!
Sir!
[Kaku] Were you going to
take him half-heartedly?
[gasps, clears throat]
What would have happened
if I hadn't put a stop to it?
You wouldn't have gotten away unharmed.
I guess that I…
And don't you dare say I don't mind a bit!
Musashi could take it as an offense
if you show up to the arena hurt.
[Retsu groans softly]
[Kaku] Just go get some rest already.
[Retsu sighs compliantly]
[wind blowing gently]
[narrator] The night of the match.
The underground arena beneath Tokyo Dome
was filled with a strange energy.
No doubt this was due to the fact
that spectators were about to see
something truly unusual.
Groin strikes.
Eye gouges.
Biting.
Everything was allowed.
That should be interesting enough, right?
And yet, some craved
to see the fighters go even further.
On this day, every member of the audience
was confronted with a question.
Did they want to see a match,
or a fight to the death?
What would they witness?
Martial arts or a bloodbath?
- ["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 out]
- [lyrics in English]
[in English] Don't be, be, be afraid ♪
Don't be, be, be, be, be afraid ♪
BAKI-DOU: THE INVINCIBLE SAMURAI
[Musashi] It's incredible.
Flame at a flick.
How terribly ingenious.
[fire crackling]
Now I can begin.
Mash straw charcoal
and add some horse oil.
Mix it into a paste.
That'll do it. Now it'll heal.
[footsteps approaching]
Musashi, do you have a moment?
I have something I'd like to discuss.
[chuckles]
Go on, I'm listening.
[intriguing music playing]
[Tokugawa] A match will be held here.
Three days from now, at night.
Your opponent stands before you.
Retsu, a representative
from the land of the Ming Dynasty.
This arena has always had
an unbreakable rule,
but this time,
the fighters can use weapons!
Then I presume
you were the one who asked for permission
to use weapons during the match,
weren't you, Man from the continent?
You are correct.
I wish for a decisive end.
Don't you prefer it that way?
I would have you consider it a favor.
You're strong.
With or without your swords.
Musashi could never be called weak, but…
But, what?
What you're known for
is your unparalleled skill as a swordsman.
As a Kenpō master,
defeating you in hand-to-hand combat
would be meaningless.
Oh boy.
So you think you could beat me
if we were to fight barehanded?
In an unarmed battle, I might defeat you,
but then again, I might not.
All the same,
that's not what I came to find out.
There's only one way
to claim victory in this fight,
and that is to face you
when you have the advantage.
I will face you with your blades in hand.
[perplexing music playing]
[gasps]
Well then, Ming warrior…
[Retsu yells loudly]
[grunts]
- [Musashi grunts]
- [gasps]
- [Retsu grunts]
- [Musashi] Oh!
What?!
What do you think you're doing, Retsu?
You can't do that to an opponent
who hasn't engaged you.
I've been practicing martial arts
for a long time.
It's rare to feel a fighting aura
as vicious as his.
Believe me, he came at me first.
Even so, please tell him the following.
On the day of the match,
I'll be sure to wear a sturdier leg.
I'll see you both in three days.
[Musashi] How earnest of you.
You're an endearing man, Ming warrior.
There's no need for an explanation.
I can easily tell
from observing the footage
that the man is the real deal.
And, my friend,
that is all I need to know.
Is that so?
Forgive me for prying,
but I've heard some rumors
about the upcoming match.
Weapons are permitted,
making it the first armed battle
in that arena.
Yes and the exception was requested
by Retsu himself,
so Musashi has no reason to object to it.
Then I am not joking when I say
that perhaps Retsu
should prepare a machine gun.
Uh?
If weapons are permitted
all bets are off.
Noble Elder, I really respect
the insights of someone like you,
an aficionado of martial arts
and combat sports alike.
All right,
quit beating around the bush, Motobe.
What are you really trying to say?
It pains me,
but those without true combat experience
have limited vision,
making rash decisions
with grave consequences.
You're rather blunt today.
Tell me what's causing you
to be so direct.
Mitsunari, you've outed yourself
as an amateur.
Accidentally of course,
but there's a truth you're missing.
Musashi is a monster among monsters.
I intend no offense,
but the fact is,
you do not understand that man,
even in the slightest.
You think my passion's
given me tunnel vision.
Think what you will, but don't forget,
Retsu volunteered and made the request
that weapons be permitted himself.
Would you call him an amateur too?
Have you forgotten what kind of man he is?
Anyone who knows Retsu knows
that the details of this match are exactly
what would be expected of him.
That's just the sort of man
Retsu has always been.
Once he encounters a foe
that he deems strong,
his honor demands he fight them,
should it cost him an arm,
a leg, or even his life.
That is simply Retsu's nature.
Come on, Tokugawa. Everyone knows that.
[Tokugawa] Hmm.
I see what you mean.
Not to mention that his opponent
is none other than
the Musashi Miyamoto in the flesh.
I don't wanna wake up from this dream.
Shall I presume
that you also want to fight him, Izo?
- [Motobe groans pensively]
- Hmm?
I guess so,
but in my case, it's different.
It's not so much about fighting,
but instead… protecting.
[thud]
Wait, wait, what?! Protecting?
Musashi Miyamoto is well known
as a master with swords,
but that doesn't mean it's his only skill.
Most of the samurai back then,
they didn't just stick to one martial art.
Swords, spears, bows, staffs,
naginata, shuriken, ropes, horses…
He's mastered them all.
There's nothing he can't handle.
And?
I trust you know
I don't mean this as a boast,
but I, too, have mastered
all of those martial arts.
Oh?
[Motobe] That's something
that even Yujiro Hanma can't say.
[Tokugawa] Hmm.
I can't think of another person
who could do it,
so I'm the only one
who can protect them from Musashi.
KARATE-DO
SHINSHINKAI HEADQUARTERS
- [dramatic music sting]
- [sighs]
[yelling ferociously]
[Kaku] Not bad at all.
Your mastery of weapons
hasn't lost its edge in the slightest.
I'd say your skills
are continuing to improve, Retsu.
Thank you, Master.
[shocked murmuring]
[Atsushi yells]
[grunting ferociously]
[breathing heavily]
I got him.
So how the hell is he still standing?!
He's got a massive build,
and yet he's as light as a feather.
[Retsu grunts]
[pained yelling]
[pained groaning]
[impressed murmuring]
This is pronounced "Xiaoli."
You hammer your bones.
You pound your muscles.
You temper your skin.
These acts of strengthening
turn your body into a thick wall.
A defense that repels ordinary blows
like they're nothing.
This much I have shared with you
in previous lessons.
However, this isn't considered
a technique, per se.
Xiaoli is different
from any advanced techniques
you're familiar with.
ow is it done?
You simply become this,
a feather.
[gasps] I knew it.
[Kaku] There's an unconscious tension
running through you.
A stiffness buried within your muscles,
bones, and tendons,
hiding in the deepest parts of your flesh.
First, that tension must be eliminated.
As it melts away,
your hardened flesh becomes
like an ice pack,
pliable and flexible,
then as fragile as paper,
and finally, light as a feather.
Once you reach that state,
the wall ceases to exist.
The wind, bullets, even missiles
are useless
as they pass right through you.
[suspenseful music playing]
[blows]
If you perfect Xiaoli
and can transform into a feather…
[yells] Yah!
[gasping]
…even the sharpest blade can't touch you.
Hmm…
Dual-wielding isn't exclusive to Musashi.
[Katsumi gasps]
How can they be so different?
This looks nothing like
Musashi's technique.
Japanese swordsmanship
is simple and unadorned,
putting everything into a single stroke.
It has a strange sort of stillness to it.
Whereas Chinese swordsmanship has
a dynamic and athletic vitality,
the embodiment of movement itself.
Attack sharply,
but defend with effortless grace.
I would think you learned this
during your karate studies.
The heart of Chinese martial arts,
passed down since ancient times.
Imagine a crane trying to catch a snake.
This precept is believed
to have come from that image.
The snake struggles
against the attacks from the crane's beak.
Frustrated, it strikes back,
but the crane's graceful movement
allows it to dodge every strike.
And in the end, the snake is subdued.
But that won't do.
Defending gracefully only works
in unarmed combat.
Even the most elegant movement
can be cut down by a sword.
Retsu, stand up.
Be a bottle gourd
and sway with the motion.
Become a feather.
If you move in unison with my sword,
then Musashi can't cut you.
[Retsu exhales slowly]
I'm ready.
[Tokugawa] He almost looks
like a painting.
I wonder what he's training for?
[wind blowing]
[sword slicing]
[grunts]
[shocked murmuring]
[Musashi] Hmm.
Hmm, just barely satisfactory.
[Katsumi] Become a feather.
I understand the concept, but…
[gasps] …is this what it takes?
Should this even be allowed?!
[Retsu panting]]
It's time for the Sea King Retsu
to show his skill.
[dramatic music playing]
[Kaku yelling]
[Katsumi gasps]
[Retsu grunts softly]
[grunts]
[Katsumi] But he didn't get cut!
He really pulled it off.
The second try was better than the first.
The third better than the second.
Witness the Sea King,
the man who became a feather
in only four tries.
You've done well.
- [triumphant music playing]
- [Retsu] Hmm.
[impressed murmuring]
See with your spirit
as you see with your eyes
and become a feather that sways.
Move your body
and never resist the line of an attack.
Your feet and hands become the breeze.
And you shall be the wind.
[music fades]
Impressive for one with such a thick body.
[Retsu] Hmm.
You have mastered the art of Xiaoli.
[Katsumi] Hmm.
[Atsushi] Ah.
[Motobe] You plan to use that technique?
[all gasping]
You're gonna take on
Musashi's blade with that?
Izo Motobe.
[Motobe] Four thousand years
of Chinese history…
[chuckling scornfully]
…and that's the best you've got?
[awed gasping]
[sword slicing]
[leaves rustling]
[wings flapping]
[awed murmuring]
[Tokugawa] This blade
is so long and heavy,
yet you're able to draw it so easily?
There's got to be a trick that lets you
draw it at that speed.
Right?
[Musashi chuckles]
You don't use your hands
to draw the sword.
It's in the hips.
Draw from the hips. Slash from the hips.
In a single straight slice.
Otherwise, you'll never make it in time,
and your path to victory vanishes.
[Motobe] Answer me, Retsu.
Do you really believe
this new technique was all you needed?
That a master swordsman like him
will be fooled by a circus trick?
[Retsu] Hmm?
[Kaku chuckles]
Now, now, now.
You are a warrior who respects
the old Japanese style,
but you go too far.
[Katsumi gasps]
He knew Motobe's style
just by looking at him?!
I trained, tested, and gave him
my seal of approval in Xiaoli.
You don't agree with my judgment?
- Hmm?
- [uneasy music playing]
You don't know any better, that's all.
You come from China, how would you?
You don't learn
about Warring States principles.
[narrator] Facing off in that era
meant at least one
of the duelists would be killed.
It didn't matter
if it was a low-level battle.
Back in his day, if two people fought,
somebody ended up dead.
It was completely different
from modern martial arts,
where you can fight and lose
over and over again.
What we practice today
was passed down through time,
but much of the knowledge was lost.
Even if what we use
to fight with is incomplete…
[shouting] …we continue the practice
the best we can!
[all gasping]
[Retsu] I understand.
All right, I'm willing
to hear your recommendation.
You should withdraw.
[Retsu] Hmm.
[Motobe] To be honest, I'm not sure
you'd even win a fistfight against him.
And you're ready to face him
with a weapon he's mastered?
You could step into the ring
with a machine gun and still lose.
I will not tolerate such an insult.
[Motobe] Hmm.
Retsu, listen to me.
Musashi can cut through anything,
whether it's hard as iron
or light as a feather.
All right Motobe. What do I have to do?
[dramatic music sting]
If you still want to fight him,
you'll have to get through me first.
[shocked gasping]
[Tokugawa] Tomorrow night,
the arena won't be filled
with cheers this time.
It'll be a deafening silence instead.
Hmm?
- [dramatic music sting]
- [gasping]
- [uneasy music playing]
- [Tokugawa] Ohh…
[breathing heavily]
[narrator] The day before
the forbidden match…
[unsettling groaning]
…stretched into evening.
Get through you first?
That sounds an awful lot like a threat.
Are you telling me
that I've got to fight you and win,
or else I can't pass?
That's the only way your words make sense.
Motobe, I really hope
I'm wrong about that.
Well, Retsu.
Sorry, but you're not mistaken.
[Retsu grunts]
[Motobe grunts]
[all gasping]
[Retsu groans softly]
- [tense music playing]
- Huh.
I'm uninjured.
[gasps] A fierce attack.
You would have destroyed my elbow
had I been slower.
Retsu, you're a master of Kenpō.
I can't exactly afford to hold back.
Better that than having my head crushed.
[Retsu] Hmph.
[Retsu grunts ferociously]
[dramatic music playing]
[both grunting]
[yelling savagely]
[bones crunching]
Yoww!
[grunts]
Hai!
[Katsumi] Incredible!
Everyone knows how strong Retsu is,
but I had no idea
that Izo Motobe was at that level too!
I'd expect nothing less from you, Retsu.
You may very well be stronger than me,
but it doesn't matter.
[Retsu gasps]
You're not stronger than Musashi.
[pained gasping]
[groans, whimpers]
Moron.
It's the night before the big fight!
Sir!
[Kaku] Were you going to
take him half-heartedly?
[gasps, clears throat]
What would have happened
if I hadn't put a stop to it?
You wouldn't have gotten away unharmed.
I guess that I…
And don't you dare say I don't mind a bit!
Musashi could take it as an offense
if you show up to the arena hurt.
[Retsu groans softly]
[Kaku] Just go get some rest already.
[Retsu sighs compliantly]
[wind blowing gently]
[narrator] The night of the match.
The underground arena beneath Tokyo Dome
was filled with a strange energy.
No doubt this was due to the fact
that spectators were about to see
something truly unusual.
Groin strikes.
Eye gouges.
Biting.
Everything was allowed.
That should be interesting enough, right?
And yet, some craved
to see the fighters go even further.
On this day, every member of the audience
was confronted with a question.
Did they want to see a match,
or a fight to the death?
What would they witness?
Martial arts or a bloodbath?
- ["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 out]