Baki-Dou: The Invincible Samurai (2026) s01e11 Episode Script

- [Japanese rock theme music playing]
- [lyrics in Japanese]
[in English] Don't be, be, be afraid ♪
Don't be, be, be, be, be afraid ♪
BAKI-DOU: THE INVINCIBLE SAMURAI
[dramatic music sting]
Huh.
It was made quite well, but
I expected more.
I can't help but wonder
what the hell kind of match this was.
Or was it even a match to begin with?
Mr. Utsumi, we had a deal.
So can I go now?
Well, uh, are you in a hurry?
[Shibukawa] Uh…
I don't mean to interrupt, Mr. Utsumi,
but is it time for me to come in?
You made it, Mr. Shibukawa!
[officer] Sir!
[Utsumi] We've been waiting
for you to arrive.
[Musashi] Oh, it's about time
someone like this showed up.
This man has a solid line
running right through his body.
Mr. Shibukawa,
I've no doubt you're aware, but still,
allow me to introduce Musashi Miyamoto.
[Shibukawa] Oh.
[Utsumi] Mm.
How will this go? Two of the best.
[laughs]
Oh, yes, yes, yes, Musashi. I see.
Wow. [chuckles]
Musashi Miyamoto himself.
[coughing]
I have a question for both of you.
Musashi Miyamoto has become well-known.
He's now widely recognized
as an important figure to mankind.
He has, and will continue to go down
in history as a fighter without parallel.
But then,
we have a modern day
master of masters with us,
Shibukawa-sensei,
who's still very much in his prime.
That said,
which of the two is actually stronger?
- [both gasping]
- No, no, no, no.
I can't even come close
to someone like him.
I can't believe
you have the gall to compare us.
Come on, get a grip, Mr. Utsumi.
[Utsumi] Uh…
His name alone is on another level.
To martial artists like us,
it's got weight.
A name like his means something
to us practitioners.
His god-like fighting skills
almost make him one.
So asking "Which one of us is stronger"
is utterly ridiculous.
This opportunity is the greatest honor.
Meeting him like this is enough.
I hope it's not too much to ask
for you to shake hands with me?
- Oh!
- Shake hands with you?
Let's say it's a Western-style
of greeting one another.
[Musashi] Hmm.
[gasping] Huh?
- What's this?
- [gasps]
[Musashi] Why can't I let go of your hand?
[Utsumi] What?
[officer] He's using a technique!
Is this magic?
Try as I might, I can't let go.
That's 'cause I've already trapped you
in my grasp, so-called god.
- [tense music playing]
- [Musashi grunts]
[Musashi] This weight…
- [Shibukawa] Hmm.
- [Utsumi gasps]
- [officer] It's aiki!
- [gasping]
Look here, Musashi.
I understand it better than anyone.
I know you won the battle,
but I just can't stomach the results.
After all, Retsu was a friend of mine.
[pained grunt]
[all gasping]
[chuckles] About time
you got what you deserve.
Shibukawa-sensei!
[officer] I really lucked out on this one.
I just saw what aiki can do
in a real fight.
- [officer gasps]
- [Shibukawa chuckles]
Don't come looking for an apology.
I know it'd sound nice
if I say I did it for my friend,
but I know he wouldn't have wanted this.
I doubt Retsu would be keen
on this kind of silly vengeance.
[Musashi] Hmm?
I chose a stunt like that to avenge him,
and I'll tell you why.
It was for personal satisfaction,
because I don't like you,
Musashi Miyamoto.
Long story short, I was venting.
Took out my anger on you.
Hmm.
I don't mind that at all,
but what an unbelievable technique.
I couldn't let go of your hand.
We started off
shaking hands like this as equals,
but you took complete control so quickly.
And on top of all that,
you even used my hand
to force my own weight back onto me.
No, maybe even more so!
It felt like I was beneath a giant rock.
- I've never seen this technique.
- [officer gasps]
That makes sense.
Aiki didn't exist
back in the Warring States era.
To put it simply,
aiki is a technique used
after you've lost your weapon in battle.
A method to control armed opponents
with your bare hands.
And restrain them.
This is a story from the distant future
from your perspective,
but our country once issued
a ban on swords,
and separated people from their blades.
But even so,
the techniques of hand-to-hand combat
managed to live on.
They became jujutsu.
What is jujutsu?
A genius appeared
back in the sixth year of the Ansei era.
A man called Sokaku Takeda.
At only 15 years old,
he got jumped
by a group of thugs in Inawashiro,
but managed to slaughter them all.
This is just one
of the many tales of his bravery,
but as I said, the man was a genius.
Our history lesson is far from over.
This is taking too long. Get to it.
Sokaku was just under five feet tall
which put him
at a large disadvantage in battle.
So he had to find another way, and he did.
An opponent's attack
is always full of hostility.
So he devised
a secret technique called aiki
to neutralize the opponent
the moment they touched him.
That's aiki?
[Shibukawa] Since Takeda's time,
there have been a few talented folk
who tried to live up to his level.
But eventually, another genius appeared,
one who even managed to surpass him.
[chuckles knowingly]
That's me, Goki Shibukawa's the name.
[officer] Oh, he just said his name!
[Utsumi] It's starting!
Mr. Shibukawa, what do you see right now?
Ever since the early morning,
I've been seeing flowers everywhere.
[Musashi] Me too.
So, you'd like to know
the ultimate self-defense?
[chuckles]
I wish I had the answer.
There's nothing that can surpass
our Chinese martial art's techniques.
Or, at least, I wish I could say that,
but I've been in this body
for over 150 years,
so at this point, I can't be that biased.
Everything is a process.
Let's say you master a technique to defeat
your opponents without breaking a sweat.
[slurping]
Even that is just
another step along the way.
It's nowhere near perfected yet.
And even if you perfected it,
it does no good
against a perfect opponent.
It would be far too dangerous
to get close enough to try it.
The opponent may appear
as a crimson inferno,
a raging torrent,
or a mountain of swords.
However they appear,
they'll never let you get
close enough to try.
Eh?
Oh, these?
They're prayer beads.
They're for my beloved disciple
who passed away not too long ago.
[narrator] Today began like any other day
in this quiet suburb,
seemingly no different
than the day before, and yet,
yet something had changed.
The road I saw before me
was now made of boiling lava.
That's how it is on dangerous days.
It's a warning, telling me not to go.
[flames roaring]
The only problem is, well…
KENDO DOJO
…truth be told, I like days like these.
Much more than I'd care to admit.
- Mr. Utsumi?
- [Utsumi] Uh-huh?
Just to be clear, this does mean
the fight's already started, right?
- [slicing]
- [Shibukawa gasps]
[tense music playing]
- Heh, I figured that was coming.
- [Utsumi] Huh?
Surprise attacks are your specialty,
aren't they?
You are known to be a rule-breaker.
I can see that Musashi Miyamoto
lives up to the legends.
You're just like they depict you
in those samurai period dramas!
[daunting music playing]
[Shibukawa gasping]
Mommy, help me!
[breathing shakily] I just knew
he'd have them somehow.
His long and short swords.
Why wouldn't he?
He's a samurai after all.
Ugh!
[choked groaning]
[both gasping]
Oh!
[strangled gasping]
[whimpers]
You did it. You cut me down!
[body thudding]
[pained groaning]
[whimpering, weak groan]
[body thuds]
[footsteps approaching]
Um, uh? Sensei?
[Shibukawa] Hmm?
Wow, you didn't disappoint.
I should have known it was gonna happen.
You are a swordsman, through and through.
You cut me down,
and I didn't even see you draw.
[both] Oh.
But that's not all.
I didn't see you step forward
to take a swing,
but before I knew it,
you had taken me out.
You closed the distance before I had
the chance to take a single step.
I couldn't even touch you.
Can't use aiki if I can't touch you.
[footsteps approaching]
It was a total loss.
Oh! [gasps]
[Shibukawa grunting]
[groaning]
Just as I expected.
This is what a master swordsman
is really like.
[Musashi] Hmm.
[Yujiro] It was that old bastard,
Tokugawa, I bet.
He's the one who leaked
where I was staying.
I really didn't want
to spoil the surprise for you, Motobe,
but I'd been thinking about
paying you a visit.
[Motobe] Hmm.
You were?
What would you want to see me for?
I expected you'd be seeing
all kinds of new visitors.
Since you're the one who understands him
better than anyone else.
This is a Hardy Noces d'Or,
a cognac.
Drink up.
[Yujiro puts glass down]
[swilling cognac]
[gulps]
The grapes that year were good,
and the barrels too.
This, on the other hand, is cheap candy.
It's a perfect pair to the cognac.
[crunching]
Yujiro Hanma is popping candies
right before my eyes.
I can only imagine
how something like this could go viral.
I'm in a good mood.
Just imagining the chance to compete
with Musashi Miyamoto.
I just can't stop thinking about him.
[Yujiro chuckles]
Here's my two cents. It's not worth it.
- [perplexing music playing]
- [Yujiro] Huh?
Why not?
[crunching]
I don't think you're capable
of taking him down.
[tense music playing]
[Yujiro sighs]
Summer hasn't been too bad this year.
It never got hot enough to drive you mad.
So if you're not crazy,
then who the hell can handle him,
Izo Motobe?!
Yujiro Hanma,
there's no need to get riled up.
I'll protect you all,
so you don't have to worry.
[seething]
I'll fucking kill you!
[thunderous boom echoing]
[Yujiro spluttering]
[gasps]
[softly] Huh?
Hmm.
[narrator] Yujiro Hanma
found himself conflicted.
[Motobe] There's no need to get riled up.
I'll protect you all,
so you don't have to worry.
[narrator] He'd never been
protected before.
From when he was born
up till this very moment,
he had never let anyone
protect him from anything.
[pleasant music playing]
He demanded to be born
from within his mother's womb.
He took milk from his mother's breast
whether she wanted to suckle him or not.
Being protected was something
he was overwhelmingly unfamiliar with,
so he had no resistance to it.
[Yujiro growling]
[roaring]
[narrator] He was enraged.
- [woman whimpering]
- [man] Was that an earthquake?!
[breathing shakily]
[knees knocking]
[teeth chattering]
[inhales sharply]
[exhales slowly]
[chuckles softly]
Not bad if I say so myself.
Face to face with a pissed off Ogre,
but I managed to stick to my guns.
I will protect Yujiro Hanma,
and I'll protect Baki too,
Shibukawa-sensei,
Jack,
and Katsumi Orochi.
There's something about Musashi
that modern fighters will never see,
but I can because I'm Izo Motobe.
I've devoted my life
to ancient martial arts.
The one who sees best
has to take the lead.
A responsibility like that
is plainly obvious.
[buzzing]
Oh my.
Seems the season has changed.
It's really thrashing around.
[gasps]
- [tense music playing]
- Huh?!
[hesitating] Mr. Hanma.
[buzzing]
[gasps]
Surprised from behind so easily.
I'll admit that I expected a little more
out of your security team.
[Kano] This might be the first time
he's ever spoken to me.
I… I'm terribly sorry,
but why did you sneak in though?
You know you could've just walked in--
- I don't do that.
- Huh?
The hell you think I'm here for?
Not like I came all this way for tea time.
I, uh…
[Yujiro chuckles cruelly]
Your guest is here, isn't he?
I'm sorry,
is something the matter, Musashi?
That's amazing.
Hmm?
[Musashi] I must ask.
Who did you summon this time?
Huh?
[Musashi] You there! You may enter.
Uh…
[daunting music playing]
You?
Yujiro?
So you know him, then?
[Tokugawa] Uh…
Huh. Well, doesn't really matter.
I thank you either way.
I can't believe you're here.
Tokugawa, fetch another cup, will you?
TOUGH
[music fades]
[Musashi] Hmm.
[Yujiro] Hmm.
[chuckles softly]
TOKUGAWA
[Musashi sighs contentedly]
Mmm!
[twinkling music]
I see.
Will you look at that?
All the way to the heavens…
Isn't that spectacular?
And now you?
What do you see when you look at me?
You want to know what I see
when I look at you?
I'm curious! Tell me.
I didn't expect
such a ridiculous question.
- [Musashi] Hmm?
- [Yujiro chuckles]
The legendary swordsman,
Musashi Miyamoto himself,
is sitting opposite me.
I'm looking at a living, breathing samurai
who would fight back
if I were to jump him.
You understand?
If I didn't know better,
I'd think I was dreamin'.
Even if I were surrounded
by mountains of gold, I'd see only you.
That was beautiful!
You said it very well, Yujiro Hanma!
So, aren't you gonna tell me
what you saw when you looked at me?
[Musashi] Hmm?
I can't imagine
it's just mountains of gold?
[Musashi] Hmm…
[Musashi] Aaah.
Not good enough? What's wrong with gold?
You mean to tell me that fighting
is only a means to an end for you?
[Tokugawa] How will
Musashi Miyamoto respond to that?
You're lacking in purity.
Purity? Don't need it.
Huh?!
I cut,
cut, and cut again.
I have fought to the death over 60 times.
In fact, it could be
well over 100 lethal duels.
Counting the petty skirmishes.
Slashing and cutting them.
Oh, I'm aware.
The more that I cut people down,
my name became known.
It spread to Kyoto,
to Nara,
even Edo.
But as my name spread, the feudal lords
of the provinces wouldn't leave me alone.
It didn't take long
before everyone wanted me.
[Yujiro sighs]
[Tokugawa] Huh? Where's this going?
[Musashi] As I overwhelmed
and cut down famous swordsmen,
the price of hiring me grew
ever higher and higher.
Men and women of all ages
praised my accomplishments.
I drew such a crowd
that I couldn't even walk
without being noticed.
[Tokugawa] This man.
[Musashi] When it came to beautiful women,
mounds of dazzling gold,
extravagant feasts,
or the finest sake…
Hmm. Here we go again.
[chuckles]
Yes! I once had it all!
I want to be successful!
I want their admiration.
I want to be praised, applauded,
and commended by everyone!
[laughs maniacally]
I want to be someone
who can't hide from his fame!
Whoa!
[slicing]
- ["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]