So the day has finally come.
Yes. Pretty nerve-racking, isn't it?
You're not nervous at all!
Didn't they say that once you compete
in the main round of the Shaman Fight, you can't return to this world?
This isn't the time to be acting so relaxed.
Well, I guess I've just resigned myself to it.
We're really never going to get to see each other again, are we?
Mr. Yoh's out late, isn't he?
Just leave him to it.
He's just enjoying a stroll around the neighborhood.
He's sad to part with it all.
He's faint-hearted, you see.
So he's saying goodbye to everything from his day-to-day life.
It's the last time he'll see them in this world.
I won't see you again either, will I, my dear brother?
Here.
I worked really hard carving it.
So…
take it with you and think of it as me!
Pirica…
So I'm leaving this town.
But I, "Wooden Sword" Ryu,
don't plan on looking back now that I'm a Shaman.
TO RYU
Goodbye,
guys.
Who gives a crap about friends?
Only one can become the Shaman King.
If you're going to end up fighting anyway,
what's the point in being friends to begin with?
Is that not what makes them so good?
What?
True friendship is about competing
to push each other to greater heights.
As long as everyone fights with all their might,
it shouldn't matter who wins.
Anyway, why are you here?
Don't you need to be with your Master Yoh?
Well, it's just…
Today is the last day.
What?
You've got guts, I'll give you that.
Going straight to bed after getting home without even saying hello to me.
You never change, do you?
Even though the main round starts tomorrow.
A parting gift from your granddad.
And your fight gear. I repaired it.
Make sure you take them in the morning.
Well, good night.
Yoh…
You've really gotten strong.
I know what I said to Tamao today,
but you're strong enough now
not to be shaken by whatever comes your way.
I'm the one who finds it hard to part.
Starting tomorrow,
you won't be here in En anymore.
So just this once,
we can spend the night together, right?
Yes.
-Hey. -You sure kept us waiting.
All right! Shall we get going then?
To the main round of the Shaman Fight!
EPISODE 13 AND HAO!
This is the meeting spot. Yokocha Air Base.
Which means everyone here is…
Shamans who have qualified for the main round?
These guys are lighting a fire under me!
But what is this? Some kind of festival?
They even have food stalls.
They're surprisingly good.
-Ren! -Ren!
I did expect to see all of you soft touches again so soon.
What's your problem?
You should have come around our place so we could go together.
Would that really have been all right?
Well, you know…
Why are you acting all sheepish?
I wonder what the hell is going to happen next.
Tell me about it. Getting us to come all the way out here…
How petty.
You fret over such trivial things?
Who the hell are you?
You're going to pick a fight over some guys just shooting the breeze?
Picking a fight? What an accusation!
But the way you're talking…
is what I'd call picking a fight,
Horohoro.
What is that giant blazing thing?
Unlike me, he has a short fuse, so it's best to watch your mouth
around the future king,
me, Hao.
"Future king"?
"Hao"?
You use the words "future king" not in the same breath as my name?
You're entirely too impertinent for my liking.
Bastard!
You're no king
because I'm the one who will be king!
So petty!
What are you so worked up for, Ren?
I thought you obtained something new back at the Tao Family home.
Or did seeing your dear friend get hit send a rush of blood to your head?
Damn you!
How do I know that, you ask?
Because a king knows all.
Lord Hao!
That's enough fooling around!
If we don't get back to the meeting place soon,
we'll miss the Patch Tribe's flight.
You're quite right. Well, then.
Since I've shown my face, I guess I'll head off then.
Yoh.
The reason I went out of my way to come here
was because you mean something special to me.
You need to become stronger.
You better win your matches.
For the sake of Hao, the future king.
He's…
Hao?
Damn it!
That was a cheap shot!
Next time I see him, he's dead!
Forget it.
Cheap shot or not, he still would have beaten you.
What did you say?
Ren's right.
You saw them, right?
His gigantic Over Soul and all his cronies.
Fighting him is just not a good idea at all.
Yoh! Don't just sit there! Say something!
He kind of reminded me of Silva,
then I realized he looks like me too.
What?
Putting that aside, though,
I wonder how he knew
that we were gathered here so that we could get on a plane?
We don't know if that's true, though.
No, I'm afraid it does seem to be true.
A personal plane made using traditional Patch Tribe methods.
The Patch Jumbo.
That was made using traditional methods?
Taking us to the Patch Village in America out of nowhere like this…
I thought it was The Shaman Fight in Tokyo?
Tokyo was merely the gathering place.
They couldn't transport us like this if they didn't get us all together first.
Never mind that, I don't like sitting in the same plane as him.
Don't wave back!
He was saying some strange stuff, though.
You mean "something special" to him, Yoh?
You can speculate forever about such foolishness.
When the time comes to fight them, we'll crush them with all our strength.
Only that matters.
But still…
It's a 12-hour flight to America.
Sitting there stewing will do you no good.
So let's just take it easy.
The glass is always half-full with you, isn't it?
If only they knew what was coming!
How many will survive, I wonder?
That's why being easygoing is important.
However,
you need to be so easygoing so as not to be taken aback by anything.
Lord Hao! It's about to begin!
Everyone,
I hope you're not too exhausted after such a long journey.
What?
Your first trial will commence shortly.
You must reach the Patch Village within three months.
Retrieve your hand luggage at once.
As soon as this transmission is over,
Patch Jumbo, an Over Soul manifested by the Patch Officiants,
will vanish into thin air.
What?
This is awesome, Ren!
I'm having a dream that I'm flying!
Are you sure you're not in fact falling?
This isn't a dream! Hey, this is no time to faint!
Come on, Kororo!
We'll slide down with our Over Soul!
How petty!
Unfortunately, the likes of you won't be able to fly.
You'll run out of Mana before you hit the ground
and then splat!
You want a ride?
Who needs a ride from you, asshole?
Well, I won't force you,
but it's about time you use your head.
The ground's right there.
Bastard!
Mocking me like this!
But what should we do?
If we don't do something, we're dead!
What was that for?
Calm down.
You're letting him get inside your head, is all.
If we stay strong, we won't die.
-What? -There is a way we can survive this.
We will momentarily focus all our Mana on one spot.
In other words, right before we hit the ground,
we make an Over Soul cushion in the same place
to protect ourselves.
Generating Over Soul takes serious concentration!
It's impossible in this situation!
That's why I told you to calm down.
As you say, producing a strong Over Soul
needs a strong mind.
This isn't to test if we can fly or not. It's a test of our own spirit.
Those who expect to die will die and fail the test.
It will work out!
Are you going to snooze all day, Ryu?
Get it together or you'll be dreaming about the afterlife next!
You're right!
Here goes, everyone!
Give this Over Soul everything you've got!
Is everyone okay?
That was easier than I expected.
I'm here. Of course, it was.
All this is going to drive me to madness.
This isn't the time to stop and chat.
Where the hell do we go from here?
Look.
The transcontinental highway,
Route 66.
Wow! That's a red-hot revelation!
So which way is Patch Village?
How would we know?
At times like this, leave it to me.
-What? -What?
Let's go, Tokageroh!
This is my legendary hitchhiking technique!
Over Soul!
Big Thumb!
Get in, kids.
Are you kidding me?
You're a lifesaver, Billy.
Go catch your dream,
Ryu.
So this town is called Yonta Fe?
The guy who gave us a ride
said he had never heard of the Patch Tribe.
There's a library here.
That word is mentioned in a traditional Seminoa Tribe song!
Seminoa?
"'The Song of Destruction.'"
"Armed with knowledge, the messenger runs through fields and flies through sky,
inviting youths from all lands to a feast."
"But not a single youth would return home."
"The messenger's name? Patch. Be wary of him."
"For if you are not, you too shall be devoured by the demon."
Patch is a demon? What does that mean?
Beats me.
Anyway, what we need to know right now is where Patch Village is.
Maybe this person descended from the Seminoa
who lives down the way will be able to tell us something.
Excuse me, boys.
You're competitors in the Shaman Fight, correct?
Go home!
I am Lilirara of the Seminoa.
I will not permit anyone to assist in the Patch's conspiracy.
You've heard "The Song of Destruction," right?
Every word of it is the truth.
Go home! Or I will kill you.
Kill us?
I'm going to keep moving forward until I become the Shaman King.
Get in my way and you'll pay for it.
How pitiable!
The dream you chase is a lie made up by the Patch devils!
In that case, feel the pain that the Patch inflicted on us Seminoa
that rended both our hearts and bodies!
You use dolls as intermediaries, do you?
Pathetic!
I won't even need to use my Over Soul.
Don't underestimate me.
You're only now going to see what I can really do!
Do it!
What?
What was that?
An illusion!
But the pain was…
The real thing.
The memory of the pain
that Seminoa warriors felt in the past Shaman Fight.
If one of my spirits touches you,
a Vision is sent directly to your brain.
Vision?
What the hell happened 500 years ago?
Do you want to see?
If I can see it with my own eyes.
Then I will show you
how the Patch you trust so much was like so long ago.
The horrifying tragedy that took place five centuries ago!
Let's go! Transcend the memory of time!
High-Mega Vision Memorial!
What is this?
You are currently inside
the Seminoa warriors' memory of 500 years ago.
The Patch Tribe had suddenly emerged out of nowhere
to tell the world of the existence of the Shaman King
and to host the Shaman Fight.
We, the Seminoa Tribe, were also to participate.
However, we were to discover the Patch's true aspiration!
Having the planet ruled by only the most outstanding Shamans.
A Shaman Kingdom was to be created.
"Sooner or later, humans will surely destroy this planet."
"So we must eradicate them and make a world for us alone."
The true purpose of the Shaman Fight…
is to select the best Shamans
for the creation of the Shaman Kingdom!"
That can't be true! Silva and the others can't be thinking of something so awful!
Whether you fear it or not, the truth will soon be apparent.
Look at the man before you!
This man is the demon, Patch, himself!
Silva!
This can't be right!
There's no way he was around 500 years ago!
Let's just see what happens.
Goodness.
You should have just kept quiet and come with me.
What fools you are.
Now the Seminoa's brilliant sorcery has all gone to waste.
Ryu! Horohoro!
They disappeared because the spirits' memories ended there.
It looks like this Patch guy really knows what he's doing.
With that last attack,
he even got me…
Ren!
He's so strong!
It's still not too late.
Do you still refuse to cooperate?
Of course!
We Seminoa warriors will never…
The little heroics of a little tribe in the vast universe, I see.
How petty!
Patch's ambitions would ultimately come to nothing,
but his final words would be passed down through legends.
"I am the future king."
"After 180,000 moons, I shall be resurrected."
Did you just see that?
Yes.
He looked a little different, but it was him.
No doubt.
What was Hao doing there?
Hao?
What on earth do you mean?
He's already been resurrected!
-As a competitor! -What?
It seems that we have even more reason to keep pressing forward.
I'm sure that everyone here
wants to know the truth just as much as I do.
I'm sorry. Please let us go, Lilirara.
-No. -Why not?
He's strong.
Meddling with him would be fatal.
That's why I'm stopping the competitors here.
Please understand.
This is all I was born to do
and it is all I have lived for.
Damn…
So what do we do then?
You guys are much too soft.
Where's your drive?
Start putting the screws on a woman like her
and her tongue will loosen up in no time!
Who are you?
We're just like you guys.
An Oracle Bell!
So you're competitors?
Now, lady,
you better get talking and tell us where the Patch Village is.
I said, what do we do?
What about my huge dream…
to make a field of fuki plants?
A field of fuki plants?
I'm thinking real hard about that right now.
So don't distract me, assholes!
A fuki field?
That might be the most
I've ever laughed in my whole life.
I'm sorry my dream is too idyllic for you.
Nonsense.
Your fuki field
would make for a beautiful, green environment.
All happiness is built upon from such little things.
You look best when you're laughing, you know.
You really are a funny bunch.
You have a power that I, bound by the past and blind to the future, lack.
The power
to believe in your dreams and march forward without a doubt.
To be honest, I envy you.
Make yourselves at home and get some rest.
Tomorrow morning, I'll tell you all I know about the Patch Tribe.
-All right! -All right!
Are you sure this is for the best?
I'm not sure myself.
Looking at them,
I just felt it would work out for the best.
They're unexpectedly reliable.
Reliable enough even to be willing to bear our pain.
We're going to have our hands full.
We need to tell all of the other competitors--
That won't be necessary.
Lilirara.
You've already fulfilled your role.
It will be a real nuisance if you get in my way.
You can rest now.
I see. So what the boys said was true.
But how are you here now?
Just who are you, Hao?
The future king.
Yes, I was in the Patch Tribe 500 years ago.
But that was merely a temporary form for that reincarnation.
You were?
You mean the Patch Tribe isn't actually demon--
One of the Patch Tribe's Five Grand Elemental Spirits.
His flames devour everything on this Earth.
Both bones
and even souls.
Return to oblivion, Lilirara.
You thought the Patch were devils, but the only devil was me.
I only became a Patch 500 years ago in order to get him.
And everything
is so I can get my revenge on humans!
Subtitle translation by: Lewis Williams