01x25 - A Vow

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What the hell's

up with that messed up face of yers?

Nekota-san!

Now I remember.

It's because of these two.

What am I fighting for?

I don't want to lose!

Both Nekota and Yuki-san have always been fighting

the fear of what's happening to their bodies.

The hell with my training.

I've been taking things way too easy.

I don't want to lose to their magnificence.

I will fight to the bitter end!

Yew look absolutely pathetic!

What're you

I'm gonna fire yew up!

This is gonna hurt!

sh*t!

That took all the strength I had!

Your Your lighting fast punch is now

But

That got me good, Nekota!

I never felt a punch that hurt like that!

That fired me up!

Be careful!

Being fired up won't win yew this fight!

Huh? Then what will?

Take Take his right

and don't shut yer eyes, yew gutless wonder!

Take his right?

But his left hand put me down countless times.

If I take his full right

So I'm a gutless wonder, huh?

I'll take it with pride! You better collect my remains!

Nekota.

Even if you did fire him up, he's still a dead man walking!

But I can't stand to see him twisting in the wind.

I have to stop this fight!

Then stop it!

Don't blame me if he decides to k*ll yew after.

It's iron!

His will is made of solid stuff, just like iron!

Even if he's still barely conscious, he'll rise and come swinging!

The only way to spare him

is to put out his lights with the ultimate weapon!

Still hanging on to that straw?!

N-Not yet!

You're still alive?!

And kicking!

They lack the speed, but those hits are making the Sarge wince in pain.

Only he knows exactly how much power they pack!

He's feeling his iron will through those fists!

Those iron fists!

Not done yet!

Whoa! He's daunted by his drive!

If yew've ever had to fight Kamogawa

yew can tell.

That's Kamogawa's weapon right there.

His iron will that gets the job done!

Yeah.

He's not even afraid to die as long as he gets what he wants.

In other words, courage!

That's his weapon!

That guy's all but done for!

This fight's almost finished,
so there's no room for any blunders.

It's time to end this!

Take it to him, Sarge!

Kamogawa-san!

I ain't gutless!

Kamogawa?

Goddammit

I'm not blacking out!

I'll get in there and poleax his belly!

He's got a low stance.

So when the chance comes, strike down

With my right!

Crap!

Here comes the m*ssile!

I'm gonna eat it straight on!

Don't close yer eyes!

As long as yew got yer courage

yew can do it!

You as*h*le!

His belly

It's wide open!

Kamogawa!

What the?

He withstood it!

Unbelievable.

If I didn't receive Nekota's punch
I wouldn't be standing

Compared to the pain of Nekota's fist

this is nothing, American!

You're giving me too much trouble.

In order to end this, I have to

put out your lights for good!

Nekota realized something

Whenever you come with your right, your belly's wide open!

I'll pound you six feet under, with my right fist!

Come on, your secret's now exposed!

He's waiting for that punch!

Stop, Sarge!

I can even see your internal organs!

He got him first! Is this it?!

Kamogawa!

If yew fall, yew'll never get up!

Stay up, yew dumbass!

The guy was so scared he pulled his punch.

That ain't gonna put Kamogawa down!

Still

Nekota-san?

Go get him!

That's a tall order, Nekota

I'm having trouble just staying awake.

I'll be honest, his punches ain't weak.

American boxing is truly mindblowing.

Kamogawa-san!

Nekota-san is still fighting, so you have to fight too!

Beat him!

He dragged his carcass all the way over here.

Yeah

He came to tell me something he learned in his deathmatch.

He risked his life to tell me this!

If I let it go to waste

I'm not a man!

I was afraid he took a body blow, but the Sarge is A-OK.

But if things get dicey, he can still hit him in the back of the head.

With his rabbit punch.

No, he won't!

Our sergeant will not throw another ill*gal punch!

He's practiced his a*s off for this fight!

Right now, the blood of a genuine boxer is flowing through his veins!

As a boxer with pride, he will not use an ill*gal hit!

That's why I agreed to be his second!

It's now or never, Sarge! Focus!

I'll admit it. He's a tough little nip.

And it's all the more reason to avoid a judge's decision!

I am going to take him down using the pride and resolve

of real American boxing!

Good, he's moving in.

Kamogawa-san.

This is it.

He stopped him with his left! He'll come down with a right!

Stay awake Open your eyes!

Here it comes! There's his right!

And there's his open belly!

Hit it!

I know what you're going for, so have at my abs!

I've already made them rock hard.

If a little pain is all it takes to beat him, all the better!

It's slipping on the blood!

Is he still awake?

There's still light in his eyes!

Stomach it!

Blood? From his fist?!

There goes my left hand.

However!

I still got another!

He broke my body in half!

If he hits my jaw, it's over!

Not good not good not good!

Sarge! Your guard!

Where is he?

Why? Why isn't he coming?!

H-He's down there?!

Another body blow?

Two body blows!

My God Get up, please!

I also shattered my right hand.

That's the last of my b*ll*ts.

If he gets up I'm through.

Don't move him! His fractured ribs are lacerating his organs!

Sarge!

This is really bad. Get the stretcher!

There's no continuing this match.

Hold your head up with pride.

This is

your win!

He won!

Am I dreaming? He beat America!

Japan is victorious!

So he broke both of his fists?

But judging from that blood, they weren't damaged from those two hits alone.

You must have seriously injured your fists way before this match.

Now I see why he didn't aim for his hard jaw.

He actually fought this match with a pair of messed up fists

I never foresaw something so utterly insane.

Japan still has a long way to go in terms of boxing.

But

the one who will put the fear of God into American boxers

might be someone who will share this same blood.

This blood of a samurai.

Kamogawa! You all right?

You magnificent b*stard! You hear me, Kamogawa?!

You won! You've won this fight!

For god's sake

Huh?

This doesn't feel right

What was that?

I wasn't supposed to do it Right?

If I was only relying on my own strength

I don't think I would have won.

You're really leaving?

Yeah.

Yew took out that damn GI, so I'm leaving with a clear mind.

We'll get us a dog and have us a g*y ol' time.

Is that so?

Make sure you let your hands heal.

Right.

Yew sure about this, Yuki-san?

As yew can see, I now have a tough time buttoning a shirt.

I do want yew to come with me. But

Not out of pity.

Decide for yerself if yew really want to come.

What's wrong? The train's about to leave.

Let me say something, before I leave.

Kamogawa-san, I-

I I may need a lot more training.

But at least I realized some things.

The joy of making it somewhere through sheer effort.

The gratitude for those who supported you after a win.

Boxing is too awesome!

I'm never going to leave this sport!

I'm making boxing my mistress for life!

I love her and no one else!

That's the Kamogawa-san I know.

I knew this was how you'd break off with me.

I'll go with Nekota-san.

I'll spend my remaining years by his side.

Bye.

Remember

Remember what you said one time?

Sunflowers may wilt, but they leave a lot of seeds.

American boxing was really awesome.

I'm honestly smitten with it.

I want to spend the rest of my life learning it.

But today's medicine will never fully heal these fists.

My life as an active boxer ends here. I'm practically wilted.

But

I'll spread my seeds!

I'll teach other young boxers what me and Nekota have learned!

And if one of them conquers the world with the fists I bequeathed to him

I promise to come tell you myself!

Until then, take care!

Y-Yuki-san?

Gosh, you buttoned this all wrong!

Yeah, what happened?

I can't let you fend for yourself.

Kamogawa!

We still have our score to settle!

I'm taking yew on once we're healed up!

Right on!

Well, I feel that I only fulfilled half of the promise of conquering the world.

Huh? But what about Takamura-san?

I hate to admit it, but the guy's a damn natural.

He would've probably conquered the world with or without me.

Strictly speaking,

I didn't coach a world champion.

I believe I only ran a gym that happened to have a world champion.

That's a complicated way of looking at it.

What he wants is a true successor.

Takamura done got to where he is using the fists he was born with.

If yer asking if Gen-chan sired those fists

Mm-hmm.

He made boxing his mistress, huh?

Your story really moved me.

I don't know if I can push myself the way our coach did back then.

But I will always follow our coach, whom I love and respect.

Yuki-san, yew best keep this in mind.

Those hands folded before yew are the fists he promised yew.

They belong to Makunouchi Ippo.

He's spent many a decade spreading his seeds.

We still don't know how they'll blossom

but this man right here, he's certainly inherited Gen-chan's fists.

Lemme do a prayer!

Uh, okay.

I'm really moved, Yuki-san.

It looks like both the coach and Nekota-san will soon join you, so look after them.

That man there is Aoki Masaru.

But

No need to remember him.

You say something?

None of yer concern!

I'll report in again once I've fulfilled the other half of my vow.

Mm-hmm.

I hope you fulfill it!

Ow!

We're not here to “hope”!

What?

Until then, take care!