-[Japanese rock theme music playing] -[lyrics in Japanese]
[in English] ♪ Don't be, be, be afraid ♪
♪ Don't be, be, be, be, be afraid ♪
BAKI-DOU: THE INVINCIBLE SAMURAI
It's been some time since I've seen you last.
How about a sparring session?
Hmm? [sighs]
"Your typical dojo's operate with rules, discipline, and common sense."
"Those are the things that keep a normal dojo safe."
But not here.
[Motobe] Hmm.
Izo Motobe's a practical man.
A fighter with no rules.
Sensei, your dojo isn't a safe space at all.
I'm glad you get it. So, should we start?
Anytime, anyplace, against anyone.
I guess that's what true combat's really like.
What would be considered a victory?
[Motobe] Hmm.
We'll know when it happens.
[chuckles softly] Understood.
[dramatic music playing]
[flesh sizzling]
Sulfuric acid in a mouth capsule.
I'm the one who taught you that trick, kid.
Might've actually made me flinch if you got me in the face.
All right.
I'm impressed.
[grunting]
[gasps]
[pained whimpering]
[pained grunting]
[groaning]
[whimpering]
[tapping continues]
[Gaia whimpers fearfully]
[dramatic music sting]
All that, and not a scratch on ya, kid!
What do you think of that, Gaia?
Looks like my dojo's safe after all.
Uh… oops!
Maybe not that safe.
That put an end to my gloating!
Go on and give me my belt. Fight's over.
[Gaia] My motherland is a place without real combat anymore,
but maybe Motobe sensei is the next best thing!
[Jack] There's a simple truth to life everyone knows.
A bigger person is always stronger than a smaller person.
Sure, you can build muscle mass, but I decided to go further.
I'm just under eight feet tall.
At 443 pounds of mass,
I've reached the maximum size where I can maintain athletic ability.
Now I'm ready to meet Musashi Miyamoto.
Well, uh… Oh, uh…
I know being large is good and all,
but the… the only problem is
there's someone who doesn't want you to fight him.
[Jack] Motobe said that?
That's right. Motobe did.
Which Motobe? Like, that one?
Yes, that Izo Motobe.
I don't get it.
What reason does Motobe have to restrict me from meeting him?
You can't figure out why he's against it, huh?
-Then I have a suggestion. -Hmm?
Have a match against Izo Motobe and see for yourself.
[gasps]
Uh… really?
-You think I should fight him? -Yes, really.
By all appearances, he's weak. A dull, boring old man.
He's difficult to understand.
Shouldn't be a challenge.
But here's the hard truth, Jack.
A truth I've had to confront myself.
Neither one of us is close to understanding
the true nature of the man we call Izo Motobe!
We may never.
[Jack gasps]
Your training, did it include defense against weapons?
Weapons?
It didn't. But
I do have experience.
[flesh tearing]
[Jack] They've never given me any trouble.
[chuckles] That's good to hear, my boy.
But you've got to convince Motobe of that too.
And convincing him
won't happen in the arena,
but, rather, in a park at night.
It's a condition proposed by Mitsuyo Maeda,
the founder of Brazilian jiujitsu.
He was called Conde Koma in Brazil,
and was a veteran practitioner of Kodokan judo.
At the time, George Hackenschmidt
was the world heavyweight champion of wrestling.
He was a national hero known as the "Russian Lion."
Maeda met Hackenschmidt at a party,
and shortly after greeting him, suggested they have a cross-style match.
And they would do it under his newly devised condition.
Both of them would wear their everyday clothes
and take a walk in a nearby park.
The walk would continue until the two ran into each other.
And the match would begin upon seeing one another.
This was an audacious proposal from Maeda.
In the end, Hackenschmidt dismissed the idea,
and nothing came of it.
Come on, you're at the top of the judo world,
and I stand as the world champion of wrestling.
Shouldn't that be enough for us?
[Tokugawa] I should warn you in advance though.
Even in his everyday clothes, Izo Motobe is never unarmed.
Could be a sword or dagger,
a sickle or a shuriken,
explosives, or a hidden chain.
Remember that your opponent isn't an athlete or some competitor.
[Jack] Hmm.
Hmm.
[Tokugawa] No, Izo Motobe is a practical martial artist.
[growling]
How interesting. You really have gotten bigger.
Word is, you're always armed with weapons. Might just make it fair.
You know what's not fair? You can barely smoke anywhere these days.
[tense music playing]
[dramatic music playing]
[grunts]
[pained grunt]
I couldn't even see that move coming.
So that's how you like to play, huh?
[narrator] Izo flicked his lit cigarette at Jack
and took advantage of the distraction to sneak in a surprise kick.
That clued Jack into what kind of fight he was in for.
Or it should have.
[gasps]
[Jack grunts loudly]
[pained yelling]
Oh.
Even down on your knees, you're a big boy, huh?
[Jack roars]
[boink]
[music fades]
[Motobe] Hmm.
Quit faking.
No one would be able to take you down with a wooden sword.
[Jack chuckles]
[tense music playing]
[Jack grunts]
I said using weapons might make it fair.
Looks like I wasn't wrong about that.
[Jack growls]
[shocked gasping]
You have to remember he's not an athlete,
nor is he a normal competitor.
In this battle,
Izo will fight quite differently than he does in the arena.
The old man has a point.
He's definitely not the Motobe I know.
He's more of a warrior than an athlete, if I'm being honest.
You're actually a well-trained warrior, aren't you, Motobe?
But don't you dare look down on the power of raw strength!
There's no way in hell I would.
The power of a well-trained athlete.
You gotta be careful.
Martial artist or not,
even if you're up against a rugby player with no training whatsoever,
it would still be difficult to win against a top athlete.
Most martial artists would be overpowered
by the difference in physical strength alone.
But you're not just a top athlete.
You're Jack Hammer.
[Jack] Hi-yah!
[gasping]
[Motobe yelling]
[Jack grunting]
[pained yell]
[whimpering]
Yeah, that's right.
You're not just a top athlete. You're Jack Hammer.
Eight feet tall and 443 pounds of mass.
You're a veritable monster, but you can control it.
Wield that size of yours.
[Jack gasps]
An ordinary martial artist wouldn't stand a chance with you,
even if they were armed with a spear or sword.
-What's going on?! -Is this a movie?!
-[man 1] Man he's huge! -[man 2] They having a street fight?
Don't know if it's good or bad for you, but I'm not your ordinary man.
[Jack yelling]
[metal clanking]
-[gasps] -[Motobe] You don't disappoint, Jack.
Your bone density is amazing.
'Cause I had no doubt in my mind
that I had just cut your foot clean off your leg.
[Jack grunting]
[Jack roaring]
Are they hugging it out?
No, I don't think so.
[music fades]
[man 2] I think he's biting him!
Don't you think it's strange, brother?
Under normal circumstances,
you'd have had no problem biting through my bone in one go.
Don't you think something's off, brother?
[Jack] Huh?
But a bite like this though?
You got some real power behind those chompers,
but this doesn't count as martial arts.
-[teeth shattering] -[muffled groaning]
[gasping]
-What?! -Unreal.
-His teeth! -[woman gasps]
I knew my opponent was Jack Hammer, the Pac-Man Cyborg himself.
No way in hell I'd wear an ordinary jacket to this fight.
[Jack gasping]
It's aramid fiber.
It's used for radial tires, paraglider lines,
or even to reinforce an aircraft structure,
but I had it made to protect me from bullets or stabbings.
Got to admit, it got a little pricey.
[Jack gasping]
[Motobe] I've seen you bite through a coconut before,
so it's not like my shoulder went unscathed or anything.
Seems like money well-spent.
One way or another, your prized weapons are all gone now.
[Jack yells angrily]
Means the fight's over.
[shocked gasping]
[Motobe] Your left leg's just about useless now.
And you've lost those hidden weapons in your jaws.
Which means you can't do much with that height you worked so hard to gain.
So let's end it.
[shocked gasping]
[Motobe] But here's the real truth.
Even though he's lost his teeth, Jack Hammer's still Jack Hammer.
A lion without it's fangs is still a lion.
A bear with broken claws is still a bear.
Even without fangs or claws, a beast is still a beast,
and just as deadly.
-[Jack grunting angrily] -[dramatic music playing]
[Jack roaring]
This is bad!
-It's all over! -I'll call the cops!
[Motobe] I expected this from Jack.
When it comes to raw strength, I can't even compare.
[explosion booming]
-[shocked gasping] -[man 1] Oh shit!
That explosion's insane!
[Jack roaring angrily]
Seriously?
No way.
[man 3] That's amazing.
[man 4] He's still going.
He's still punching that guy!
[Motobe grunts]
[Motobe] Hey! Hey, Jack.
Most people…
most people would actually stop after that,
but you…
What the…?
…you're going faster!
-[man 2] He's floating off the ground! -[Jack roaring angrily]
[Motobe grunts]
I refuse to let someone this talented end up as a sacrifice to Musashi!
[Jack grunts loudly]
[Jack roaring, gasps]
This smell…
Admit it, Izo Motobe.
[Motobe gasps]
Bastard. You're hiding gunpowder somewhere on you!
[shocked gasping]
You're really something, kid.
You're a fighter right down to your very bones.
A damn fierce one too.
You got so focused on beating the shit outta me,
that you didn't even notice the explosion.
I'm getting too soft these days,
thinking I shouldn't go too far.
Guess I underestimated the amount.
I'm fighting Jack Hammer.
I should've known I'd need way more gunpowder.
[tense music playing]
[Jack gasping]
[chains rattling]
[Motobe] Sorry about this, Jack, but I gotta go all out on you.
My life won't hold out at this rate.
[pained spluttering]
[pained grunting]
[pained yelling]
[dazed whimpering]
[Jack grunts loudly]
[moans softly]
[shocked gasping, murmuring]
[man 1] That's amazing. He managed to tie up a giant.
[man 2] Now it's over.
[Motobe] There's something that Yujiro Hanma once said.
What matters is where the head is at the end.
Whoever's got their head higher than the other is the victor.
If we were to treat his word as gospel,
guess that means I won this little match of ours.
However, I tend to see things a little differently than him.
[gasps]
[Motobe] To grant or to take away life at will,
to let one's life go on or end it there…
The first one in a position to either grant or take a life,
that is the indisputable winner.
I know you've got your complaints, Jack.
But I will protect you, no matter what!
[music fades]
[narrator] A certain rumor began to spread.
It started around the end of the previous year.
All the carp in the Kanda River seem to have disappeared.
Their ubiquitous presence in the river basin
was suddenly in question.
No one knew where they could've gone.
[chuckling] What a great spot to fish.
Ah, the best spots are always hidden in the places you'd never expect.
-Uh, got one! -[reel winding rapidly]
[man straining]
[water sloshing]
Whoa!
What the…?
[gasps]
What was that? A tuna?
Huh?!
You can see it for yourself, folks.
This houseboat that's about 30 feet long has been twisted.
How can such a thing even happen?
It's been twisted from somewhere around the center of the hull.
What exactly happened here?
What kind of force is necessary to do this kind of damage?
Or maybe we should be asking what kind of monster has appeared?
The police and fire department are conducting a joint investigation.
-[man] Mr. Yoshida. -And, folks?
Last we heard, the operator of this boat isn't doing well.
[man] Yoshida?
Mr. Tetsu Takenaka has yet to regain consciousness.
[man] Mr. Yoshida?
[Yoshida] Hopefully, he'll tell us what happened when he recovers.
[man] Can you not hear us over the helicopter?
We plan to question him further.
-[man] Yeah, seems like he can't hear me. -[gasps]
And we've just heard one more piece of information!
[man] Mr. Yoshida. Mr. Yoshida, turn around!
I'm told that the Koi in the Kanda River seem to have vanished!
-[man] Mr. Yoshida?! -It's just rumors for now…
-[man] Yoshida! Behind you! -[Yoshida] Huh?
-[wailing fearfully] -[man] Behind you, behind you!
Behind you!
Mr. Yoshida?!
Who is that man?!
-Who on earth is he?! -[Pickle roaring]
[dramatic music playing]
[narrator] The primitive man, Pickle, had arrived.
An abandoned pet crocodile that grew to enormous proportions was his prey.
[Pickle roaring]
[narrator] Despite its extraordinary size,
given his unique background,
from Pickle's perspective,
it was nothing more than a small dinosaur.
And to Pickle, that was food.
Wait, isn't that hole kinda… kinda small?
[officer 1] Whoa!
No. He's forcing it? That's gotta hurt.
[crocodile growling]
[Yoshida gasps] What strength!
He's stronger than a bulldozer!
[Pickle grunts loudly]
[officers gasping]
He pulled it in!
Our star reporter, Mr. Yoshida,
has been left completely speechless by this.
Understandable, given these unique circumstances.
A massive crocodile that could easily be mistaken for a dinosaur appeared,
not to mention that the houseboat was destroyed,
and then a mysterious man showed up. Anyone would be speechless.
[Tokugawa] Ah! Hey!
What on earth are you doing, Musashi?
I just cut that man down.
How could he disappear?
He vanished somehow.
Oh, come on! Why'd you cut the TV, idiot?
What you saw was just radio waves!
A camera somewhere captured the images, and they get sent over those radio waves.
And? Who was that man?
Tell me at once.
[Tokugawa] Hmm.
-That was Pickle. -His name's Pickle?
Pickle is primitive.
He's the strongest man of the Cretaceous period
who ate dinosaur meat.
"Primitive"?
"Cretaceous"?
"Dinosaur"?
Techniques of some kind?
This whole thing started in the State of New Mexico
after researchers found him inside rock salt
from over 250 million years ago and…
So? Where is he, then? Where can I find him?
Are you interested in fighting him? Taking on Pickle?
-[slicing] -[Tokugawa moans, muttering]
I don't know. He's too immature to be a proper opponent.
-[Tokugawa] You just cut me! -But, yes. He's interesting.
He has a kind of unpolished strength.
-That's not fair. -In some ways, he and I are the same.
Huh?
I want to meet him.
PRIMITIVE MAN PICKLE KANDA RIVER MEETS THE JURASSIC
[uneasy music playing]
[sighs]
I'd forgotten about him.
Guess it wouldn't be fair to single him out
and decide he's the only one I don't protect.
[music fades]
-["Mountain Top" by Novel Core playing] -[lyrics in Japanese]
[in English] ♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah ♪
♪ I'm on the mountaintop, yeah ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah ♪
♪ I'm on the mountaintop, yeah ♪
[music fades out]