01x24 - Iron Fist

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Dankichi! How's Nekota?!

He's on top of his game!

He actually brought that behemoth down to his knees!

Nekota's punches are as smooth and keen as a razor blade.

If one hits a vital area, it can render a large man unconscious.

But...

What round is it?

The third round!

He's not out of gas.

He can still maintain his focus.

Nekota-san.

Kamogawa was an unwanted surprise.

But now that Yuki-san is here,

I can move heaven and earth!

Th-This nip is towering over a red-blooded American?

His country lost, so he should be hanging his head to me!

His kind will never triumph over America!

Look at that left!

But he missed!

Nekota's instincts are as good as it gets!

My head's crystal clear!

I can see every punch as they come!

g*dd*mn jap! Nip! Shovelteeth!

Solid punches and a fierce attack.

So this is the top speed of a lightweight boxer?!

Amazing! He's dodging every punch!

He's just like those flying works of art that maneuvered through the air,

the pride and joy of Japan, the Zero fighters!

Can you mimic that, Kamogawa?

He can't reach that guy's weak spots.

So he simply goes under his left arm and makes him buckle over.

That puts the weak spot right in front of him.

Then he utilizes his lightning speed!

That GI is not some dumb galoot either.

Nekota is just a better natural fighter than him!

We can never copy that! Only Nekota has that gift!

Hate to admit it, but I'm mesmerized.

That's truly...

a work of art!

Yew managed to get out alive.

So yew finally came? I dragged out this fight just so yew could see it.

G-Good luck!

Yew can count on me.

I'm putting out his lights in the next round.

Quit flapping your gums and replenish your oxygen!

You're sucking wind right now!

Forgot yew brought along a heckler.

Don't get full of yourself!

He can take you out with one punch!

If he does, it's all over!

I get it! I get it!

Tell me when it's about time to go in.

R-Right.

I guess I was worried over nothing.

Nobody who's punch drunk can work the ring like that.

Sarge, you all right?

Will you calm down!

I will win no matter what I face!

Old Glory will not be spat on by one of them!

America doesn't know the meaning of the word "defeat"!

That Japanese is clearly faster than our sergeant.

The way it's going, he'll lose on points if not by a KO.

He's wrongfully thinking he's fighting for America.

His pride will not allow him to lose.

He will stop at nothing to win.

You better be careful, you brave Japanese.

Nekota!

Hey, Nekota! The bell's about to ring!

The bell?

Oh... Oh, yeah.

The bell's gonna ring?

Something's gone wrong with Nekota.

He was fast asleep out there.

His moves are fantastic.

But sudden sleepiness is a classic sign of being punch drunk!

There goes Nekota!

There's no time!

The flame's about to go out on my wick!

I'll settle this fight...

while I'm still conscious!

Don't rush it!

Tire out your opponent first!

He's trying to end it quick, why?

There's no time!

Is he going down?!

I won't go down!

I will not lose to some jap!

Got 'im!

No matter what!

That was a huge swing.

No matter what!

Yew...

b*stard!

A rabbit punch?!

Huh, a rabbit what?

A punch to the back of the head that can damage the spinal cord.

It's a very ill*gal punch that can easily lead to brain injuries.

I know he did that on purpose!

He just threw away whatever pride he had as a boxer.

He's fighting a jap.

He'll win by any means if he has to.

He's fighting to protect America's honor.

That's a foul!

This may be bad!

A hit to the back of the head can easily lead to brain damage.

And if the guy's already brain damaged to begin with...

He might be...

Nekota! You okay?!

It's me? Can you hear me, Nekota?!

That's enough! You've done good! Now stop this!

Nekota!

What did he say?

Stop?

Yer talking nonsense.

Don't stand up! Stop right now!

I will prove who's the better fighter, then return back home to the mountains.

Nekota!

Yes... the sooner the better.

If I don't, then Kamogawa will find out...

that my symptoms began...

way back then.

That was a fight fought fair and square.

I don't want yew to feel that yew owe me anything.

Yew owe me nothing.

I will raise up out of here.

Kamogawa... you will...

keep on going on... as a Japanese boxer!

Yuki-san?

Yuki-san... Yuki-san...

My darling Yuki-san...

Will you come home with me?

It does get boring out in the mountains.

Yeah, I'll get a dog.

A big ol'... white dog.

Me... and Yuki-san...

will certainly... have a ball.

Nekota!

Nekota-san!

Referee, stop the fight! Stop it now!

But he's still standing!

Somebody stop him!

Stop! Please stop!

Outta the way, jap!

Nekota?!

Nekota!

Nekota!

Even Nekota couldn't beat him.

We can't win...

We can't win against America!

Do you get it now, you nipponese?!

Your kind will never win against America, no matter what!

Just keep walking before us with your heads facing the ground, jappies!

as*h*le!

He's got my attention!

Go patch up Nekota's injuries!

Kamogawa-san?

What did he say?

Japan still has a pair of fists that can clobber you!

I still have these fists!

He's in critical condition.

We don't know when he'll wake up from his coma.

Even if he does wake up, he may remain handicapped in some way.

Dammit! This went on before the match?

Why did he go into the ring without telling us?!

I wouldn't say anything either.

My pride as a boxer wouldn't allow it,
especially if I were pitied.

But above all else...

if the one who first damaged me was my best friend... I'd never say a word to him!

Was it ever since our fight?

Your silence told me everything I needed to know.

You've been fighting your battles all alone.

You're one helluva boxer.

You have my deepest respect.

But I guess we'll never fight again.

That makes me sad.

Rest up good.

Sleep for as long as you like.

When you wake up, you'll have no regrets.

I will take revenge for you!

Enough with this crazy training!

His face twisted with pain each time Nekota punched him.

He has a weak torso.

You'll break your bones!

You can't fight a match with shattered fists!

Then those fists weren't strong enough anyways!

I don't have Nekota's reflexes or his instincts.

If I end up trading punches with that huge guy,
I'll only end up on the mat.

I'm going...

for one hit!

I have to build up fists that can take him out with one punch!

This is insanity.

But Kamogawa's weapon is that determination of his.

That iron will is what keeps Kamogawa Genji, the boxer, going!

Are you training, sir?

It has been a while.

Nekota's body blows hit home.

He's seen what they've done, so he'll go for them!

His sweat is saying everything.

He's serious about this.

Before the w*r, he was fifth in the world welterweights.

He was an excellent, upward-looking boxer.

If it weren't for the w*r, he'd be sitting at the top right now.

He's just another one of its victims.

He's trying to return to his former self.

He now respects the bravery of those Japanese.

But he's already exposed a ch*nk in his armor.

No way...

He did this without a hammer?

He only used his fists?

If that's a fact, then Kamogawa's fists are made of iron.

His iron will has created...

iron fists!

Well, I'm leaving.

I'm sorry.

I'm staying here with Nekota-san.

Nekota-san said he'd give me strength.

He fought a match he said he would fight.

I want to be there when he wakes up.

Sure.

Kamogawa-san, I... I...

Stay with him.

Now and forever.

When I get into a ring,

I always feel my body heat rising.

Especially when I fought Nekota.

But now my sweat's running real cold.

I'm not even excited in the least.

Are you ready?

Are you feeling scared?

Jackass.

Compared to Nekota who went in there fearing he was punch drunk,

this is not even a drop in the bucket.

Dankichi!

Slap me!

Light a fire in my belly!

A fire?

Hurry up, dammit!

Fine!

Bite on that b*llet!

I-I felt that!

All right!

Time to punch his lights out!

Kamogawa! What kept you?!

Get revenge for Nekota!

Hit him with your Japanese spirit!

Are we clear? Size him up before you go swinging.

But he's just a dirty jap!

Sarge.

Fine.

I'll listen to you since you agreed to be my second.

Look at those abs! He's made them hard as boulders!

Then I'll just sledgehammer those boulders!

Good, he's not nervous.

All's left is to put your fists to work.

Those iron fists!

What the?

He's not using his small build to quickly dart around?

Is he sitting in one place waiting for me to trade fists?

He's mocking me. I'm murdering his a*s!

I hate to admit it, but he's better in every respect!

I can't drag this fight out!

I kept banging on that log so I could end this in one blow!

Both his ribs... and organs...

will be crushed with this one blow!

Did that get him?

It's a good thing I listened to Miguel.

That really shook me.

I can feel the pain all the way to the marrow.

I didn't feel the damn gloves when he hit me.

That fist was packing something extremely hard.

I've never felt a punch like that.

What an intensely powerful punch!

That's Kamogawa's fist for you!

I will hit you again and again.

Until one of these fists hits your torso!

What are you doing? Don't move!

K-Kamogawa's...

fighting... him!

He heard what he said.

H-He can't... win.

H-He doesn't have...

Take me.

Take me... to the fight!

Kamogawa!

Come on. Let's dance.

I know all your moves.

It's no use.

Thanks to that second, he's not letting any punches land!

His power and speed are certainly impressive.

But that's all he has.

He doesn't have Nekota's bobbing and weaving or expl*sive attacks.

All he’s going for are direct body blows.

Sarge! Move to the side and use your left!

That's an excellent mix of logic and technique.

No amount of spirit can match that.

Is American boxing this unbeatable?

Dammit!

None of my punches... are connecting.

It's like he's waltzing right into my counters.

I know I can't fight like Nekota.

Kamogawa...

But I have to fight my own fight.

I have to plow ahead forward!

How...

How many times did I fall?

I don't know.

Anyway, let's call it quits.

He'll beat you into a pulp.

You'll be sharing a hospital room with Nekota.

It's no use going on!

He's simply bigger than you!

This is in no way a fair fight!

There's no gain in continuing with this pointless grudgematch!

Gain?

That's not what this is about.

It's not?

Then what the hell are you fighting for?

That's the bell. Get lost!

Hey!

What am I fighting for?

What the hell am I fighting for?

He's down again!

He'll get k*lled!

Second, stop the match!

He's still going to stand?

Is he a kamikaze?

There’s nothing scarier than a Japanese fighting for a cause.

We need to go for a huge offensive in order to minimize the damage.

Just like what we did to force an end to that w*r.

What round just ended?

We do the same things over again, so I couldn't keep track.

We're heading into the seventh round.

I can’t believe he took a beating for 18 full minutes.

His mind must be just as tough as his body.

I never cease to be amazed at the Japanese fighting spirit.

But, we're doing this for his sake as well.

Listen.

He's got a low stance.

So when the chance comes, strike down with your right.

A chopping right? Not bad.

Take him out of his misery.

What... the hell... am I fighting for-

Are we clear? This is the seventh round.

Yeah.

Only four rounds left, huh?

Well... gotta knock him out...

if I wanna win.

Gotta knock him out.