01x22 - That Man Hanayama

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[Japanese theme music playing]

BAKI-DOU: THE INVINCIBLE SAMURAI

[lyrics in Japanese]

[music fades]

[Musashi] I don't need it.

In the course of the battle,
it somehow landed in your hands.

I can't accept it.

In fact, you can have it.

[Kizaki] Don't underestimate him, Samurai.

[shocked gasping]

[gasps]

[both gasp]

[air whooshing]

[soft thud]

[dramatic music playing]

- He caught it?
- Wait, he threw it?!

- But he was right there!
- Unbelievable!

That's an awfully considerate gesture.

You've made it so I can take it back.

[blood dripping, pooling]

- Look at that. He's losing a lot of blood.
- How many places has he been hit?

[Tokugawa] What is it, Utsumi?

You're looking a little troubled.

Uh…

I'm just not sure
if I made the right choice and still,

I'm just so, so thankful.

[blows]

[air whooshing]

[Musashi] Know this, Hanayama.

I am now fully aware
of the incredible power that you possess.

And as such, I also understand…

that I must never let you
make contact again.

[all gasping]

[sword slicing]

- [man 1] Oh sh*t!
- [man 2] He's been hit!

- [man 3] He cut him again!
- [woman 1 screams]

[man 4] How many times did he get him?

[narrator] Someone being cut down is not
the type of thing you see every day.

It's something that's usually only seen
in period dramas.

Shuichi Numadate, age 22,
recounts what he witnessed at the scene.

Yeah. He cut him. I saw it.

Of course
it was my first time seeing that.

You only see something like that
once in your life.

It was strange enough to see a katana,
let alone one in action.

The sound?
You wanna know what it sounded like?

Well, it… it made a sound so intense,
I don't think I'll be able to forget it.

No. It's not even
that it was all that loud.

How can I explain it?

Like, so we have skin, right?

And then beneath the skin
are all the muscle fibers, right?

Layers on layers.

Well, I guess

when the sword slashed into him,
I realized the body is made of water.

That's the only way
I can describe the sound.

That was the noise it made.

More than anything, it sounded real.

- [man 5] He's cut him to ribbons!
- [man 6] Whoa!

[man 1 gasps] How is he not dead?!

That time, it hurt.

Oh.

Did you just say that it hurts, Hanayama?

In all my years, this is the first time
someone has spoken of pain

after meeting my blade.

They never had time.

They breathed their last before
they could even think about feeling it.

Proof that without extraordinary strength,
one cannot even feel physical pain.

How many times
must you make me say it, Hanayama?

Very impressive.

Hmm?

What now? Like this?

[strained gasp]

Well then…

[in unison] A test of strength!

What? Is this some kind of custom here?

I did the same with Pickle.

- [all gasping]
- They're seeing who's stronger!

A battle of grip strength!

All right, Utsumi,
now this oughta be good.

On the one hand, we got a grip

that can easily crush
a fresh stalk of bamboo, nodes and all,

and on the other, a grip
that can bend and warp a 500 yen coin.

This should be enough.

What should be enough?

[Hanayama] Enough of you,
right in my grasp.

[bones crunching]

[pained groaning]

Oh! Whoa.

- Well…
- [dramatic music playing]

…you've certainly shown
your grip strength.

Right in my grasp.

[Musashi grunting painfully]

[bones crunching]

[Musashi groaning painfully]

- [all gasping]
- It's the Iron Claw!

[Kizaki] All right!

Whaaat?! He's using the Iron Claw?!

[narrator] What is this Iron Claw?

It was the signature move
of a certain professional wrestler

from 1966 to 1975.

The NWA heavyweight champion,
Fritz Von Erich.

A bona fide showstopper of a move.

The blood that flowed out
from where his fingers met flesh

was fake, probably.

It's said with his 300 pounds
of grip strength,

he could crush an apple.

Hmm, that sounds suspect.

When the author was
in the Self Defense Force,

one of his seniors used it on him.

A big lurching low-IQ mass
who always boasted about his strength.

He didn't want him to be hit
with wrongful treatment,

so he cleverly tapped out.

While he remains firmly opposed
to his senior's behavior,

thankfully he walked away unharmed.

Mixed martial arts is
an ever-evolving combat sport.

And yet in the decades since it began,

not once has there been
a reported sighting of the Iron Claw.

It was thought to be exclusive
to pro-wresting.

The Claw?

Would anyone ever actually use it
in a real fight?

Indeed, they would.

[Musashi grunting]

Kaoru Hanayama.

What a pity.

You have the strength
to overpower me, Musashi.

You possess the grip strength
to crush my skull with one hand.

[gasps] No way!

He's gonna beat him even without a sword!

He's so strong!

A wrestling move's gonna win it?

I think he might beat him!

He's gonna win!

Go on, don't stop!

Incredible.

[Musashi] But I cannot allow
that to happen.

What a pity.

[spectators gasping, screaming]

expl*sives now?!

- [Kizaki gasps]
- [man 1] What was that?

- [man 2] What happened?
- [man 3] t*rrorists?!

[Musashi] Kaoru Hanayama.

Putting an end to you is a damn shame.

[Hanayama gasping]

[shocked gasping]

[Musashi] You are a rare warrior.

[man 1] He's been cut in the belly!

[choking breaths]

It was a good idea to secure your stomach
with a sarashi wrap.

If you hadn't,
then your organs would've spilled out,

and that would've been the end of it.

- That's enough, isn't it?
- Uh…

He's finished already!

Azuma, things are only gonna
get worse from here.

Shouldn't we move in?

He wiped out
every single member of the STAT team.

Our g*ns won't work on the likes of him.

Impressive. You managed
to stand well enough on your own.

But will you be able to continue,
Kaoru Hanayama.

[ragged breathing]

With that, it's decided.

Don't you agree, Utsumi?

He's done enough.

[tense music playing]

[Hanayama] Mm.

[Kizaki] Boss.

If you permit,

I'd like to wrap your body this time.

- [man 1] A bandage?
- On a wound like that?

Haven't I seen this at a festival?

Right, or like in those period dramas.

[Kizaki] We knew from the get-go

he wouldn't get out of this
without being cut.

I mean, let's be serious,

his opponent is
the master swordsman, Musashi.

[suspenseful music playing]

He's gonna keep on fighting?

[Baki] I can see you're as ready as ever.

You are a little dry though.

It's Baki!

Oh, Baki.

[Utsumi] That's… that's the Ogre's son.

I'm sure you already know this,
but let's confirm.

There are three reasons to wrap yourself
with a sarashi for a fight.

First, it'll protect you
from strikes by amateur swordsmen.

Second, it stops bleeding.

And third, it keeps your organs
from spilling out if you get cut.

Kinda important.
So I wanna make sure it's on tight.

What now?

Hanayama, hold your hands up, will ya?

[Hanayama grunts]

Let this be the final wrap.

[Hanayama] Hmm.

[spectators gasping]

- [man 1] So macho!
- [man 2] Like noble warriors!

[coughing]

- Hey, Baki.
- Ugh.

I would've preferred a sip over a spray.

We'll save that for later.

How long do you two plan on flirting?

If you're trying to make me jealous,
it's working.

Don't be fooled by his bravado.

One more hit from you, and he's finished.

So at least you're evenly matched.

[intriguing music playing]

[Hanayama] From the moment I was born,
I was a fighter.

I came out of the womb
with strength in these fists.

What more does one need?

I couldn't wish for more in this life.

And being strong, I cannot train.

It would be cowardly to train
this strength further, remember that.

Do you see lions training?

No, they simply are.
Their existence is their strength.

[dramatic music playing]

Soon, we will reach
the cl*max of our battle.

Yet your eyes remain calm like the Buddha.

Don't tell me you've
transcended hostility, Kaoru Hanayama.

Baki, this it?

Yup. The final showdown.

All we can do is watch.

Don't think poorly of me.

But I simply can't afford
to make any more mistakes.

- [man 1] He's doing it!
- [man 2] His two-sword style!

[man 3] He looks just like his painting!

[Musashi chuckles]

Everyone knows me.

Isn't he getting carried away?

Yep, and that's
what we should be afraid of.

[Hanayama] It's an honor.

[music intensifies]

- [sword slicing]
- [Musashi grunts]

[Hanayama gasps]

[Baki] He went straight for the k*ll!

This is no longer a test of strength.
It's a fight.

[Hanayama roaring]

[sword slicing]

Now, those are a demon's eyes.

[Hanayama] Oh…

Utsumi,

that drink, you havin' it now?

[wind rushing]

[Musashi] As I suspected.

I've now slashed you a total of ten times.

The kodachi that I swung from below,

that's the only slash
that made it through.

None of the others hit their mark.

- All the same, it was still ten slashes.
- [ragged breathing]

[labored breathing]

[solemn music playing]

- Hold on.
- General Utsumi?

Utsumi? The superintendent?

[weakly] Utsumi…

About that promise that I made to you,

I did everything that I could.

I know.
I saw the fight from start to finish.

I assure you,
you more than fulfilled your promise.

I'm the one who broke it
by not staying home with that drink.

[chuckles softly]

You're not a very good liar.

Hanayama.

Thank you so…

[Hanayama] Whoa there.

I won't have you lowering your head.

- [all gasping]
- [Hanayama] There are people watching.

Keep your dignity and don't bow to me.

The invincible samurai.

I've heard stories about him
since I was a kid,

and he lives up to those legends.

I'm no match for him at all.

Utsumi, forgive me.

- [Utsumi gasps]
- [Hanayama] Hmm?

[Utsumi] Oh!

You're forever in my gratitude, Hanayama.

You did it anyway.

[Musashi] I've cut through
eight torsos with ease.

I've cloven pots,

split gravestones in two,

and even severed the barrels of cannons.

There is nothing I cannot cut.

Or so I thought.

This world is vast,
and its history equally as long.

And in it, exist men like this.

And yet now,

he seems to be showing me
his defenseless back

as a way of admitting defeat.

He, too, is a fortress of muscle,
but that's not all.

He's supported by a foundation
buried under his shredded skin.

A fortress of bone!

[Utsumi grunts]

My final decisive strike

will be through the crown of the head.

[Utsumi] You can't!

If you draw right now,

I will beat you to death.

You get me?

Huh?

Hmm?

Why shouldn't I draw, boy?

How many cuts does he need?

Just one more will settle the match.

Oh, I think it's already settled.

[ragged breathing]

Come on, boy.
This is hardly what I'd call settled.

Listen up, Samurai.

Maybe in your time,
every warrior lived and died by the sword,

but it's not like that anymore.

'Cause in our time, this match is settled!

- [all gasping]
- Whoa!

[Utsumi gasps]

I appreciate it, Baki.

[Tokugawa gasping]

[Baki] Hanayama,
you have fought with honor.

But it's time to tap out.

Now, wait a minute.

Who is that little guy with him?

His face looks awfully familiar to me?

Isn't he the kid
from the father-son fight?

Hey, Baki.

Is the Otokodachi still standing?

[Baki] Hmm.

Come on, Hanayama.

Anyone can plainly see
he's still standing.

In fact, I'd say,

now that he's got all these extra slashes,
he's even more impressive.

I guess it's just one of those nights

when everyone lies to you.

[echoing] Lies to you. Lies to you.

Move in!

- [booted footsteps marching]
- [man 1] What the…?

[man 2] The police were here?

[man 3] All along?

- [man 4] Were they undercover?
- [man 5] This many?!

[man 6] There are even detectives
wearing plain clothes.

[man 7] Where were they hiding?

Escort Hanayama
to the hospital immediately.

He must survive, no matter what!

[all] Yes, sir!

[narrator] The chivalrous Hanayama
must survive.

The hero was rushed away
at seemingly Mach speed.

[siren wailing]

So, you decided not to go along.

Well, that's Hanayama for ya.

Only he would go this far.

[tense music playing]

But it was you who spilled his blood.

Hmm. Are you next?

Winning is more than beating you up.

Putting you back in your grave,
that's how I'll win.

Well then,

are you going to k*ll me, boy?

Look, I don't know
how else to say it, but,

Musashi, you…

you don't belong here.

[Musashi] Oh, boy.

From the very beginning,
I understood that much.

- [Baki gasps]
- [Utsumi gasps]

[Tokugawa] Oh…

One can't cut their way to the top
in this world.

If you already knew that,

why haven't you stopped?

[Musashi] Hmm.

Let me guess, now you want revenge?

Well, that is
what I'd been planning to do.

[daunting music playing]

[Musashi] Good.
Then come and get it right now.

It's not about climbing anymore.

Cutting is all I know.

No, thanks, I'll pass.

Wouldn't be fair to win against you
when you're so gassed.

[sword slicing]

[both gasp]

[Baki] You see?

Go on, take a look.

Now, shouldn't that have split me in half?

I'd say you're not even Musashi anymore.

[Musashi] Insolent brat.

Maybe, but you don't even have
the strength left

to hit a little brat like me.

[music softens]

[Musashi] Hmm.

Presumptuous of you
to speak so freely with me.

[chuckles]

But I suppose I find it amusing as well.

[sword slicing]

[all gasp]

So nice of you to go easy on me.

[Musashi] I will say it again.

Come and take your revenge.

Right here, and right now.

[Tokugawa] Enough with the bullying.

- [Musashi] Oh!
- [Baki] Toku…

So we meet again, Tokugawa.

A bath has been drawn for you.
You will retire for tonight.

Very well, then.

Police escort!

[dramatic music playing]

[Musashi chuckling]

Looks like I'm climbing after all.

I'm cutting my way
to the top quite nicely.

[music fades]

[Japanese theme music playing]