I could boast about how I got injured…
but I'm in no mood for that.
It's getting much better now, but my right hand.
The middle phalanx of my little finger was just cracked, but…
the ring finger and middle finger,
the third and fourth metacarpals and the proximal phalanx were pulverized
and will take four weeks to heal.
I really regret what I've done this time
because I can only blame myself.
I crossed a red line and stuck my nose into something
that was none of my business.
I fancied myself as being able to understand a person's character.
I was such a fool.
Thank God it's only my hand that's injured.
Perhaps it was just sheer luck.
EPISODE 9: THE RUN
From S City Station in southwest Morioh town,
you can reach Tokyo Station by bullet train
in an hour and a half.
Another 30-minute train ride and you reach Harajuku.
Ooh, you've got such a cute face!
Perhaps you're about 178cm tall?
Hashimoto Yoma happened to be hanging around in Harajuku
when a scout from a modeling agency spotted him.
Subsequently, his photos appeared in a magazine
and then he played a minor role in a film.
While he was on set, he caught a distant glimpse of the lead actor.
In the beginning, the agent told him…
Movie stars and professional models must radiate an aura
even when they are just standing still!
You must train your body!
Beautiful standing poses matter more than talent!
With such a bright and refreshed feeling,
Hashimoto Yoma was beginning the best days of his life.
Okay, this is the last push! Three!
Two!
Still Two!
One!
Last one!
That's it. Finished!
Perfect!
You know, an instructor lies through his teeth when he's coaching…
but you stuck it out for a whole week. That's great!
Just look at how this blood vessel protrudes.
It's just gorgeous!
Hmm?
Supper's ready!
Yoma…
Gee… that hurts!
Don't leave your weights around here!
And who on earth jumps rope indoors?
Sorry.
I'll put them away.
But, hey, you look fantastic.
Look at that six-pack!
You look just like that Brad Pitt in Fight Club!
Do I?
Your body's changed quicker than I thought. You look so good.
If you could star in some action-hero movie,
you'd be terrific.
Oh, by the way, the cod roe spaghetti's ready.
Let's eat while it's hot.
Spaghetti?
Yeah.
I told you before, Mika.
I don't eat carbs or fat.
I only eat protein. It's better for muscle development.
STEAMED CHICKEN, EGG WHITE…
Stick to this menu, please.
You're only gonna eat this every day?
Aren't we going out for karaoke with our friends tonight?
I'm not going.
I'm running a 10K tomorrow at 4:00 a.m.
I've gotta go to bed now.
But it's only seven in the evening!
Oh?
But there's no money in my wallet.
Oh, I forgot to tell you.
There was some protein powder on sale at the gym.
It was 4,800 yen for 2,000g! Chocolate flavor too!
Good deal, huh?
Definitely cheaper than the cod roe, so I borrowed 5,000 yen.
Sorry. I'll give you the money back tomorrow, for sure.
Seriously?
I've gotta shower and then hit the hay.
You'd better go home now.
But this is my apartment!
Oh. yeah, so, it is.
Hey!
You rang that damn intercom three times!
I told you before!
-Don't come in the evening! -Yoma!
-I'm trying to sleep here. -Stop it, Yoma!
If you wake me up with that bell, I'll smash your face in!
Sorry about that.
It all started with small talk.
Like, "you start to burn off fat 15 minutes after you start running,
so you should run on the treadmill for more than 20 minutes as a warm-up."
That's how we started talking.
Mr. Kishibe, wow, you're fabulous as usual.
That weight, it's dead easy for you.
Wow, you're in good shape.
Oh, my God!
Good show. But then…
we were just having a bit of fun.
Hey, should I breathe in or out here?
I'm sorry, I have a client for personal training now.
Okay. Let's start, then.
Your muscles will love it if you talk to them!
PERSONAL TRAINING FROM 270,000 YEN FOR 30 DAYS
The final push! One!
Two! Three!
Look, I've asked you not to jump rope in here.
-Have you? -Yes, I have!
And I told you not to leave your training stuff all over the place!
Did you? But I need them for my daily routine.
Look how dirty the floor is!
Stop it! Ouch!
Careful! Don't come too close.
Last! Five! Six! Seven!
Eight! Nine! Ten!
What on earth are you doing?
It's called bouldering, Mika.
Bouldering.
The air conditioner control,
it's stuck up with glue.
Eh? Is it?
Then you don't need it anymore.
This was in my way anyway.
When it's gone, maybe I'll set up a pull-up machine there.
I want to talk about my bank card.
You took it from my purse! Give it back!
Isn't it in your bag?
No, I mean the money on the card!
You took 270,000 yen without telling me!
What did you use it for?
I'll return it when I get the next film job.
I can't stand it anymore.
How did you know the PIN for my card?
It's your ex's birthday, isn't it?
Get out of here right now!
Or I'll call the police!
Are you serious?
You bastard! Just get out!
Okay, I'll go.
This is a rental.
H-he is insane!
There are two treadmills in the gym.
The speed automatically goes up, and can reach a maximum of 25 km/h.
Usain Bolt can run 100 meters at 35 to 37 km/h.
That's an impossibility, but we can run at up to 25 km/h on this machine.
Want another game?
That's what I said.
There would be only one remote for both machines.
That was our setup.
We started running at 13.2 km/h.
We would quickly speed up, and then at 25 km/h,
the one who can snatch the remote and press the emergency stop button first
is the winner.
Are there any gym staff around?
Will you keep watch?
It's about my personal training client.
I haven't seen him for two weeks!
What can I do?
I can't contact him at all either.
Are you okay with the same rules as before?
Of course, if you touch the remote before we reach 25 km/h, you lose.
Hey, what's with the look?
Hold on, you're dead serious, aren't you?
You don't forget easily, do you?
Okay with the same rules as before?
You're doing acting and modeling, aren't you?
How's the work going?
Mr. Kishibe, you'd better concentrate on running.
I've accepted your challenge.
So it's already started.
I won't screw up like last time.
I'll wipe the floor with you.
Kishibe Rohan!
Whoa!
Seventeen point two km/h.
Your body, it's changed, hasn't it?
Your name is Hashimoto Yoma, right? You're 21, aren't you?
Wow, look at your side muscles.
How did you get like that?
Serratus anterior muscles? That's not just any old six-pack.
The muscle definition is incredible. I've never seen anything like that before.
Why don't you just shut up and run?
Now I've passed 18 km/h.
What's that?
The shape of his muscles,
what does this mean!?
Nineteen km/h.
Mr. Kishibe, the last time you quickly tapped the table with your fingers
and made the situation advantageous for yourself…
so that the remote would fall into your hand.
It was a borderline case, and you can't call that a victory.
You can't have ambiguity in a competition.
This time you won't get away with it!
Wait a minute, this is just a game.
Yes, what we're doing is just a game.
Just playing around, but it has to be fair to decide the winner.
Especially for a rematch. We've gotta decide fairly and squarely.
A rematch has to be done right!
It's just that you couldn't grab the remote.
Are you calling me a cheat?
I'm just saying, our game's gotta be fair.
What?!
What the hell is he doing?!
Backwards? He's running backwards on the belt?!
At 20 km/h! Running backwards!
Wow, he's in such incredible shape! But what's he playing at?
Why is he running backwards?!
Hey! What on earth are you…
Twenty point two km/h… now 20.4!
What?! You…
Competition is everywhere, always.
So we need fairness.
You don't get better without fairness.
Now it's fair.
Obviously, whoever gets that remote first is gonna win the perfect victory!
From now on it's gonna be tough, Mr. Kishibe!
Who the hell are you?!
Now it's 21.4 km/h.
Can't press the button yet.
Can't press the "stop" button until we get to 25 km/h!
Which of us is gonna get it first?
I left you two fingers to press the button.
That is fairness.
So afterwards, no one will hold a grudge.
The whole point of a rematch is to come up with a clear winner. Yeah?
What…?
Heaven's Door!
What the hell!
DONE
HAYAMURA MIKA: KILLED
DELIVERYMAN: KILLED
GYM CLIENT: KILLED
He… this Hashimoto Yoma is…
Stop it!
Now it's 23 km/h.
Don't fall over just yet, Mr. Kishibe!
Twenty-three point three km/h.
Twenty-three point seven km/h!
Twenty-four km/h!
Damn it! I'm gonna lose!
Oh, crap! Holy crap!
I must get that remote, or I'm finished!
I won!
I desperately tried to snatch it,
but your movements were too quick and beautiful.
The victory is definitely yours.
But sorry, I've got Heaven's Door.
It's my special ability to turn someone into a book and write in it.
In a split second, I've just written in you.
But where winning's concerned, you've won. I admit it.
Isn't that enough?
I WILL POINT AT ROHAN'S MACHINE AND PRESS "STOP."
You pressed that button.
Rohan…
I'm not going to look down out of this broken window.
Obviously, Yoma is not at the bottom of the building anymore.
Or he could be clinging to the wall somewhere.
I've gotta leave this place right now.
I must get out of here.
I crossed the red line, though I didn't know it.
If I look down out of this window now,
if I stick my head out, as if I'm looking down on him,
he will probably kill me.
The muscles on his back looked just like the shape of wings.
They were above his ankles too.
And I saw them behind his ears, when the wind parted his hair.
Those were symbols. I'm sure of it.
They showed that he was an avatar.
He was possessed by the god of muscle.
This god has many names…
In Greek mythology, he is called Hermes.
Hashimoto Yoma has turned into an avatar of Hermes.
I shouldn't have gone anywhere near him.
I risked my life trying to get that remote.
It's the truth.
But that doesn't mean that he accepted it.
I hope I haven't provoked his wrath.
The only thing I can do is run away.
Subtitle translation by Songju Chong