01x15 - Combate mortal

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[Japanese theme music playing]

BAKI-DOU: THE INVINCIBLE SAMURAI

[lyrics in Japanese]

[music fades]

[Tokugawa] The legendary sword,
Mumei Kaneshige.

I had it urgently retrieved
from the Higo province.

It's your beloved weapon.

You have my gratitude, Master Tokugawa.

You are most welcome.

A sword deserves its rightful owner,
after all. Hm?

Uh…

- Wha… What is this?
- [dramatic music playing]

The cord unraveled by itself!

[chuckling]

My sword has a mind of its own.

Do you wish to return to my side?

[music fades]

What are these?

The uniforms of the modern warrior.

They've been placed on these clay figures.

First, this is a Western suit.

A policeman's bulletproof vest.

Armored riot police with a shield.

An SDF member's combat gear.

And finally, a makiwara.

[Musashi] Makiwara?

You can't cut people up
without consequences,

so this is how we preserve our traditions.

A stem of green bamboo
wrapped in a tatami mat,

then tightly bound with rope,

but it is said to have the same durability
as the cervical spine of the neck.

Does it really?

You may find it somewhat unsatisfactory,
considering all the men you've cut down.

But I imagine the urge is stirring… No?

Both in the depths of your soul

and the blade at your waist.

[dramatic music sting]

- [gasps]
- [Musashi] Cut from the hips.

Draw from the hips. Hmm…

[Tokugawa] Oh…

- [dramatic music sting]
- [shocked gasping]

How sharp is that thing?
It cut through it like tofu.

Stand clear, Tokugawa.

Ah!

[dramatic music playing]

[Musashi grunts]

[Tokugawa] What?! Shield and all?

[Musashi grunts]

[Tokugawa] Both arms in one swing!

[Musashi grunts]

[Tokugawa] A vertical slash
from front to back!

[clay model clattering]

[Musashi grunts]

[Tokugawa] He changed the direction
of his blade, cutting both up and down!

[Musashi grunts]

[clay model clattering]

- [music fades]
- [Tokugawa] Yes! Absolutely amazing!

Ah! Uh…

[chuckles uneasily]

Let's refrain from that sort of thing.

[Musashi laughing heartily]

Against Pickle?

Weapons are permitted.
For both combatants.

Bad idea?

[Motobe sighs]

[Tokugawa] Hmm?

- Damn right it is!
- Huh?

You still don't seem to understand…

[pensive music playing]

…what it means
for Musashi Miyamoto to hold a sword.

You aren't appreciating that facet.

[Tokugawa inhales, exhales slowly]

Whether or not it's Pickle is immaterial.

No one must come forward.

Anybody standing
before that swordsman will lose.

[Tokugawa slurping]

Anybody except for you, Izo?

Are you suggesting that
even I would have a chance at winning?

This shouldn't be taken lightly,
Mr. Tokugawa.

[Tokugawa] Hmm.

I cannot run from this fight.

As one who studies that era,

as one who is bound to that era,

and as one who pursues that era's ways,

confronting Musashi Miyamoto
has now become my unavoidable duty.

[Tokugawa]Yes. Brilliantly said, Motobe.

[music fades]

[Musashi] What a massive building.
Massive.

But its center of gravity
is directly vertical.

If the supports for the four corners
of the head were severed,

the head could fall upon the shoulders.

The shoulders would never withstand
the impact and would fall to the chest.

The chest, falling to the stomach.

The stomach, to the waist.
And the waist, to the legs.

Collapsing under its excessive weight,

and unable to hold itself up,

it would crash to the ground.

[chuckling]

Even my beloved blade, Mumei Kaneshige,

wouldn't come away unchipped.

Hmm?

So this is what?

The strongest warrior of all time,
the famed Musashi?

Hypothetically,
if I were really trying to end your life,

I've had more than one chance to do so.

Huh…

You're rather fresh-faced,
yet it appears that you've come of age.

You've been following me
for an hour now. What do you want?

[Gaia] He has to be bluffing…

So you noticed me?

Noticed you?

I hadn't realized
you were trying to stay hidden.

Your back was guarded the entire time?

[laughing]

That's just good instinct.

You don't pose much of a threat, do you?

You bear many things on your person.
These are not a threat.

[Gaia grunts, gasps]

My tendon's been cut?!

We used to use these short matchlocks.
What's next, whelp?

We'll draw too much attention here.

[chuckles] Do you reckon you'll remain
standing long enough to draw attention?

[tense music playing]

[Gaia] What is this aura?

Demonic! Like the haze of heat!

When I was in the forces,

we'd welcome foreign soldiers
countless times.

Men with real experience.

True veterans of w*r.

Sir!

Not even worth the comparison.

This is the look
of someone who lives by combat.

He's from a different dimension!

That upright face,

glaring straight ahead,
pinning you in place.

Both of his arms dangling so carelessly.

Relaxed and clear, despite his strength.

He's positioned himself
in front of the light.

Was it like this?

Is this how everyone felt?

There's no mistaking it!

Right now, I am face to face
with the real Musashi Miyamoto!

That said, Master Swordsman Musashi,

modern warriors
shouldn't be underestimated!

That seems large for a boot knife,
but it's also too small to be a dagger.

Hmm…

I don't understand.

[Gaia] Uh… [hesitates]

You don't intend to stab.

- [dramatic music sting]
- [gasps]

Nor do you mean to cut
or even throw the weapon.

[Gaia] He… he's seen right through it?

It's a g*n disguised as a small knife.

[Gaia] He may have noticed it, but

it's too late!

[Musashi grunts]

That was a bit close.

- [dramatic music sting]
- [gasps]

- Huh. An interesting tool.
- [menacing music playing]

[Gaia] Impossible… At point-blank range?

Catching a knife barehanded
at 60 kilometers per hour?!

He's a monster!

- Now then…
- Huh?

- May I look at that?
- No, I…

[Musashi] Is it forged from steel?

[Gaia] What… What is his plan?

It's bizarre, in the middle of battle…

[Musashi] Here.

Come closer to me, young whelp.

[Musashi grunts]

[Gaia whimpers]

[Musashi grunting]

- An absolute wonder.
- [breathing shakily]

One man becomes four.
Incredible, isn't it?

[Gaia gasping]

I bisected you from the front,

and then I came at you from the side
and split you vertically.

So, whelp, did you see it?

- [breathing shakily]
- [Musashi] Hmm?

I saw it.

The sight of my… my body
being split into four pieces.

I saw it clear as day.

So, shall we keep going?

Well, surely if I agreed,
you'd laugh in my face.

[Musashi laughs heartily]

Well, it is a laughing matter.

I used a firearm.

And a projectile weapon.

And yet, Musashi,
even though you were completely unarmed,

you gave me the vivid certainty
that I'd been cut.

[groaning]

The sword comes from within my body.

- I've been holding it the whole time.
- [Gaia gasps]

- [breathing shakily]
- [Musashi] See?

I can't compare to you.

Your stature as a great warrior…
it's just too high.

So high that I can't even see the peak.

And yet, you…

[Musashi] Hmm?

You want to pick up the sword again,
against Pickle.

[Musashi] Hmm…

Is it really necessary?

You were speaking to Tokugawa?

Is any of this really necessary?

[Musashi] Hmm…

Good, whelp. It seems
you understand what it is to be cut.

[Gaia hesitating]

Out with it.
What manner of creature is Pickle?

I… Well, he's…

Impossible.

It's not something
that can be explained at all!

I suppose you're unaware
of our reputation, boy.

That of both my sword and the man himself.

[Gaia] Of course. That explains it…

Being cut down like that…
I felt it to the bone.

[shocked whimpering]

The sword

and the man, Musashi Miyamoto.

[Tokugawa] For how long now?

The entire time.

I mean, ever since he returned,
he hasn't eaten a thing.

Well, what a damned waste.

It's real dinosaur meat, after all.

[dramatic music sting]

[Tokugawa] It's already been four days
since he got here.

He hasn't taken a bite of the T. rex meat,

and that's practically
a world heritage treasure.

[Baki grunts]

- Huh?
- [soft thud]

[Tokugawa] Hey!

[Pickle growls softly]

[Tokugawa] Oh, uh…

It's been a minute.

[Pickle groaning morosely]

[Tokugawa] Oh…

All right, hurry up and tell me.
What did you two have to talk about?

[Baki] Well, we weren't talking.

As you know, he's not much of a talker.

- Even so…
- [Tokugawa] Hmm.

I understood him. Pickle.

Huh?!

- Yeah, seems like he's ready enough.
- For what?

To eat.

He sees Musashi Miyamoto
as his next main course.

[Tokugawa gasps]

Musashi as food?!

- [Baki] Boy, this'll be a sight to see.
- [Tokugawa] What do you mean?

[Baki] I mean to watch Musashi

become a feast for Pickle.

Musashi as food…

Do you seriously think
that he could do such a thing?

Not to mention
that he's so weak right now.

Pickle can't even eat.

No, not can't. Won't.
There's a difference.

You think he wants to be fed?
He wants to hunt.

He wants to devour it with flair.

It's like Doppo said, even though
I really didn't understand it until now.

[tiger growling]

[Baki] In the wild, there's nothing
more powerful than raw hunger.

I suppose I see.

Musashi's beloved sword
has returned to his hand.

However,

I can't help but wonder about one thing.

The strongest predator
of the Cretaceous, the Tyrannosaurus.

Is Musashi's sword really deadlier
than a mouthful of fangs?

- [slurps]
- [slurps]

[swills, swallows]

This wine is pretty tasty stuff.

A well-aged Shaoxing wine, huh?

Doesn't it hit the spot?

It's a 30-year-old vintage,
one of my finest.

[chomping] Mm. Mm. Mm.

That taste…

Are these gyoza dumplings?

Hmm.

They're good dumplings.

There's something sweet about them
that's a bit different.

Ah, I think I'm beginning to understand.

They have vegetables in them.

These have more cabbage
and sweet onions than meat.

Vegetables? Hmm.

Mm. Mm. Mm. Mm.

Oh, I see, it's delicious.

More of a juicy sweetness.

It's often misunderstood

because of how we overemphasize
meat consumption these days,

but gyoza is actually classified
as a vegetable dish.

Ah! That's unexpected.
So the meat's not the most important?

Not all of the Western influences
have a positive effect on society.

About Baki.

[chuckles] I'm surprised to hear
that he said something like that.

Ah. He said that he heard it from you.

That hunger isn't necessarily
a disadvantage in battle.

[Doppo] It's a little awkward to say this
while eating such a feast,

but yes, those were my words.

Raw hunger is the best condition
in the wild.

And I'll stand by that.

So, Doppo.

Which of the two are you betting on?

[Doppo] Hm.

[Tokugawa] Musashi's blade

or the fangs of the Tyrannosaurus.

Which is the superior weapon?

[Doppo] Hmm…

You pose an interesting question.

Mm… hmm…

[coughs]

There's a story about this.

From that novelist
who made hunting his life's work.

Mr. Haruhiko Oyabu had this to say,

"If a man and a beast confront each other…

[elephant trumpeting]

…only when the man has a r*fle
are they made equals."

[Tokugawa] Hmm.

The g*n as an equalizer, you say?

[Doppo chuckles, slurps]

Well, it's hard to say
that the match will be

truly one between equal combatants.

However, man himself has faced
many an untamed beast in the wild,

whose tenacity was so unparalleled

that even with a high-performance r*fle,

man still finds the wild
to be a formidable enemy.

Hmph. How very interesting.

[Doppo] If Musashi Miyamoto
were to face off

against a three-meter, one-ton brown bear,

it wouldn't be a fight.

Even at that size,

I suspect it wouldn't be much
of a struggle for Musashi.

Well, I suppose so.

[Doppo] That being said,

in the Cretaceous period,

the wild creatures that Pickle faced
would have been 13 meters long,

weighing six tons.

Massive, carnivorous lizards.

The sharpness of the fangs they bared
and the sheer power of their jaws…

On the other hand,
in the Warring States period,

there was a conflict between Musashi

and the prestigious Yoshioka Clan
of the time.

The entire clan mobilized,
dozens of men deployed.

Of course, they carried spears and swords.

They even incorporated bows
and early firearms.

But Musashi's demonic fighting strength
cut them all down and he was victorious.

Hmm…

- Hmm.
- [both] Who is the superior warrior?

It's nice to get out once in a while.

Having some lunch
and gazing at the pond's not bad.

[Musashi] Hmm… Nom.

- [buzzing]
- [groans] These flies, on the other hand…

[Musashi] Hmm?

[Tokugawa gasps]

Did… did you…?

[dramatic music sting]

The wings…

[buzzing]

[intriguing music playing]

[Tokugawa] Gods…

So that's what that move looks like.

That story about him
catching flies with chopsticks

as they buzzed around during a meal…

I had always dismissed it
as some absurd fiction,

but it seems
there's even more to it than that.

What he catches
isn't just the flies themselves.

He catches their wings
while they're mid-flight!

He'll eat?

Indeed. He'll eat.

You mean, eat… like this eat?

Why, yes. That eat.

[Musashi] Hmm…

Wait.

You think that he'll eat me?

He plans to make a meal
of Musashi Miyamoto,

and he's gonna start with your head!

[chortles, laughs heartily]

Although,

would you consider me edible?

Well, in Pickle's eyes,

the indomitable Musashi Miyamoto
will make for a fine feast.

So the whole reason he's fighting
isn't even to win but devour.

Do you think I'd taste good?

[wind blowing]

[man] Sir, um,

smoking out here is a bit, uh…

[Motobe] "A bit"?

[guard] Well, you see,
there's a city ordinance.

The smoking area's just there.

Ah, of course. Uh… I apologize.

Hmm.

- [dramatic music playing]
- [Motobe] Tomorrow…

[man 1] Six days…

[man 2] No food, no water, and no sleep.

Preparing a wild condition.

[man 2] By tomorrow, he'll be primed!

[music fades]

[Japanese theme music playing]

[music fades out]