Can you see that, everyone?
That's a military plane.
Inside of it
is what's been causing a stir in the US.
I guess you could call it a primitive man. Right, Professor Kawamoto?
Well, I guess so.
They do say he was revived from the Jurassic period.
Yes, so they do.
Oh! Is that him?
Yes, that's him!
He's arrived, guarded by a crowd of soldiers.
That's him.
He's enormous.
At least two meters tall, maybe more.
Wow, he's got quite a glare.
Seems he's on his guard.
He's checking his surroundings.
Captain.
This dude… he's strong.
He's really quite savage.
He gives off a very primitive air.
Are you with us, Ms. Aizawa?
Will you see if you can get him to chat?
Sure. I'll see what I can do!
-Excuse me! -No!
-Hello…
No!
What?!
Oh, uh…
No!
Pitifully savage.
Absurdly savage.
All of Japan witnessed it.
His savagery is so innate, metaphors cannot do it justice.
Stop rolling!
Some struggled to gain control of the situation.
Some were unable to accept it.
Everyone reacted differently,
but their attention was fixed on only one thing.
Just what will this male do next?
What action will he take?
With all of Japan waiting with bated breath…
the male…
went to sleep.
This is merely my theory.
The 100 million years of the dinosaurs,
from the Jurassic to the Cretaceous periods,
came to a sudden end
when a giant meteor struck the Earth.
I think everyone knows the story this far.
But when the giant meteor collided,
what exactly happened then?
An enormous cloud of dust billowed into the atmosphere,
blocking out the sun's heat.
The surface of the Earth was instantly plunged to the same temperature as space,
negative 270.4 degrees Celsius.
Everything on Earth became frozen.
The giant dinosaurs and the insects,
as well as all battles.
The impact shifted the plates of the Earth's crust.
As a result, the usually stable salt rock stratum
preserved this battle.
As for the two beings discovered preserved in salt earlier,
one was too badly damaged to revive.
But one remained whole.
As for the incident earlier at Haneda Airport,
I feel nothing but regret for the female reporter who was the victim.
However, you must understand he came from the Earth 200 million years ago,
which may as well be a completely different planet.
The values and morals that we all hold
mean absolutely nothing to him.
HAND PICKLE OVER!!
Can you see what's happening here?
Ordinary citizens have descended on the front gate of the US military base.
Since the victim was a popular news reporter,
there are hundreds of demonstrators.
The US military has not made any comment regarding the rape by the primitive man.
Due to this, the demonstrators' anger has reached its peak.
I know Pickle's here.
I'm comin' through.
They built this thing in about a month,
but I'm not so sure about it.
A tire. Magazines.
A fish tank.
And this.
It seems too obvious and simple.
I wonder if he even enjoys it.
Shut up. We're being watched.
It's almost like sneaking into a woman's bedroom.
What was I thinking, sneaking in here?
Since that TV broadcast…
This urge started the moment I laid eyes on that mysterious savage.
A guard.
He's coming this way.
I can get around like this for the time being.
Fools.
Stand back, protestors.
These guys are gonna go flyin'!
TAMOTSU ISHIZUKA (34), DEMONSTRATOR
It was really hot near him, like an engine or something.
Then suddenly,
the soldiers started punching each other
right in front of the guy in black.
The last guy didn't even try to stop them.
He started punching himself!
The man in black just stood and watched.
Eventually, he walked up to the gate.
The soldiers continued to punch each other.
It was like, you know,
when unruly brothers are caught doing mischief by their strict father
and they try to pin the blame on each other.
Like they were punishing themselves before their father could punish them.
Even though they were bleeding, losing their teeth, and swelling up,
the three men didn't try to stop.
But then…
Stop!
It was like an order from the commander-in-chief.
They stopped instantly.
Then he said something strange.
You men made the right choice.
If even one of you had run off instead of fighting,
I would've slaughtered you then and there.
But if you'd attacked me, your fate would've been the same.
So, as a last resort, you decided to harm one another,
to harm yourself.
That was best. The right thing to do.
I'll forgive you.
What was their expression then?
They looked relieved.
It was clear to anyone watching
that they felt relieved to their very cores.
But they were plainly beaten to a pulp.
Well, I mean, he just cut right through the lock. With his bare hand.
Then he went inside, like it was his own home.
No, nobody stopped him. It was way too dangerous to.
As long as I match my breathing to his, this soldier won't notice me.
The real problem,
is where on this large military base the primitive man is hidden.
Where is he on this huge base?
Hi.
This is such a pain in the ass.
You mean Pickle?
I'm on patrol 'til morning.
Aw man. That sucks.
When I'm done, let's grab a drink.
-Sure. See ya. -Later.
I'm in luck.
If I stick with this soldier, he'll take me to the primitive man.
This must be it.
Huh?
Sorry.
This must be where the primitive man is kept.
A base within the base.
It's open.
And this one's open too.
It's as if someone snuck in before me.
Huh?
You're…
Kosho Shinogi.
Sea King Retsu.
Why…
Are you here?
So, you too, huh?
You're here to see Pickle.
His strength is apparent at a glance.
His savagery is so deep, he mates without a care for who's watching.
With the flame of curiosity lit, you suddenly find yourself on this base.
I want to meet him. I want to see him.
And, if possible, I want to fight him.
It appears that we are both thinking the same thing.
We are kindred spirits,
and should welcome one another with a warm handshake.
But that won't happen.
I got here first.
Any complaints?
Hey, Shinogi.
You're not the first one here.
Doppo!
Jack!
Goki!
I was trying to find the right timing,
but it seems I can't wait.
Katsumi Orochi?
I see.
So that's what's up here.
Sea King Jaku.
Retsu, long time no see.
This is one hell of a reunion.
This is getting embarrassing.
The old and the young, covering ourselves in black,
as if we're playing ninjas.
Yep, this is pretty embarrassing.
Jaku, even you came?
Huh? Surely you kid me, Man Eater Orochi.
Social education is an important aspect of martial arts.
Teaching it is a vital task that helps promising youth live life properly.
"Promising youth"?
Are you talking about Pickle?
Well, yes.
We're all a similar breed.
We wanna fight so badly we can't stand it.
That's why we broke in.
Now that is a true martial artist.
To be honest, that's exactly what we are.
In that case…
Who will fight Pickle?
But before that, we'd better see what Pickle's up to.
He's sleepin'.
Look at him takin' it easy, even with all this commotion out here.
Do you really think he's taking it easy?
I wonder if he even thinks we're his enemies.
He woke… Whoa!
Welcome, Pickle, to the future.
Looks like we're all here.
What a ragtag mob.
Hey, who are you callin' a ragtag mob?
That's why nobody wants to be around you.
Not me, not Baki, not even your father.
You come in here without any plan and just figure it'll work out.
Even though you sense that you'll lose,
you can't help but put on a brave show for your father.
And if you avoid getting killed instantly,
you know you can count on getting help.
He knew exactly what he was thinking.
He saw right through the young karate fighter.
There was only one thing for him to do.
Go play cat's cradle in the corner.
Outta the way!
I'm comin' in.
But…
Fool.
I'm here.
Pickle.
You're a warrior from ancient Earth, but you're named after a salted vegetable.
If you can't understand what I say,
then sense my meaning,
like an infant who can't understand language
understands their mother's love.
Know in your heart our feelings toward you.
The eight assembled here, as well as I,
have come to fight you.
During that era
when the most powerful creatures roamed the Earth,
you fed on the most powerful in history.
If you merely wanted to eat,
there were other ways you could have done that.
But instead, you went after it.
You've piqued my interest.
Bastard.
He made me pull a move.
He stood up.
That simple action alone
captivated the eyes of all the warriors.
By submitting to civilization,
many of our body's abilities have disappeared.
But from a body that fully maintains those abilities,
even the simplest of actions is beautiful.
Having seen this, how could they just meekly leave?
The jealousy of the warriors reached its peak, when…
Stop!
Mr. Yujiro Hanma. Hold it right there.
Come out.
The building is completely surrounded.
I'm sorry to bother you while you were enjoying yourself.
I am Commander Henry of company two of the 301st Battalion.
This is a heck of a polite way to arrest an intruder.
This is not an arrest!
The US Army doesn't have the ability to arrest you.
How did you know that I was the intruder?
That wasn't an intrusion. You plainly went through the front gate.
Judging from the fact that the guards at the gate couldn't call for backup,
I knew it must be the Ogre, Yujiro Hanma.
You've got nerve trying to curry favor with me.
As a soldier,
I am savoring the honor of meeting you.
So, what do you want?
I'm coming to that.
Pickle is a cultural treasure to all of humanity.
He is a living world heritage.
Please, withdraw now.
On one condition.
Let the other eight leave as well.
You mean them too?
You know very well that those guys aren't here to destroy or steal anything.
Like me, they just came to say hello.
But if you don't like it, that's fine.
No!
And thus, the curtain peacefully closed
on the saga of the world's most fearsome evening intrusion.
I like that look in your eye, son.
The warriors were released ten kilometers from the military base.
All except for one.
Eight, huh? He totally knew I was here.
Nice meetin' ya.