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Go on, do it! Give it all you've got, Iron Michael!
I believe that it was your former head coach,
a man named Sam D'Amato,
who deserves the credit for creating
the magnificent "Peek-a-Boo" fighting style that you're known for.
You bring the gloves so close to the jaw that you could almost bite into them,
completely covering the vital areas.
And then by weaving, ducking, bobbing, and circling your opponent,
and moving the upper body at a dizzying rate,
you're able to create a near-perfect defense.
Even though we'll be up against a top-class opponent
who's mastered that style on an instinctual level…
We third-string amateurs will give it a try.
This-- This is--
What do you think of our simultaneous one-two-three?
No matter how fast you're able to move,
realistically, you can only ever dodge a single punch.
Which means if three punches are thrown at the same time,
two are bound to land.
As long as we deliver a clean hit,
even you will succumb to our third-rate punches.
All right, no more boxing.
Stop it! No!
When it comes to techniques that a woman or a child
might effectively use in order to defeat a larger man,
the first is to strike the testicles.
The second is to gouge the eyes.
However, there is one more killer technique,
if it can even be called a technique,
and that… is the heel.
Even an elementary school student who barely weighs 65 pounds
can take out a large man with a stomp to the face.
It's almost too simple.
Huh.
Wow, he's weaker than I thought he'd be.
Really? I'm not surprised he struggled to handle us.
At any rate,
this is just another example
of how an individual's skills are worthless compared to a team's.
Honestly, I don't think that we could have asked for
a better demonstration of that fact.
Well, time to finish up.
What do you think?
Shall we sever the tendon that enables a person to make a fist?
Hold him.
Like this?
That's perfect.
Sorry, champ.
But at least it's a simple operation to perform.
It'll be over soon.
Huh?
Hmm?
Huh?
Huh.
-Lip. -Huh?
-Mm. -Look there.
I feel sick now.
-It's-- -Guevaru!
Man, how ironic, my head is spinning like crazy,
and this thing isn't spinning at all.
Sitting there all listless.
It's like this thing is mocking me.
Whoa!
You sure don't see a moon like that every day.
You don't see all three members of the Mouth together every day either.
What are you three up to?
The chemical reaction that occurs when the three of you are all together
is similar to the combination you see with identical triplets.
You guys must be ready for anything, aren't you?
Whether we're talking about the most evil villains
or warriors who are recognized as the best in their fields.
They all seem to come to a bad ending when they meet the three of you.
It really is very interesting.
Huh?
How nostalgic.
Tonight's moon reminds me of my younger days
when I sailed across the seas beneath a pirate flag.
We always set out on nights like this, under a bright moon like that.
Total amateurs.
Just now, while you three were busy gazing up at the moon,
I could have easily taken at least one of you three out.
Since you rely on your coordination, if even one of you were gone,
then your fighting capability would be greatly reduced.
But, since that wouldn't be any fun, I'll let you live.
But do be more careful in the future.
They're being suckered in.
The Mouth, veteran of hundreds of fights, is being suckered in by young Guevaru.
Interesting.
You're looking a lot more confident.
As soon as you took this formation,
a sense of ease seemed to wash all over you.
You're through, Guevaru.
You see, once you've allowed us to get into this formation,
any small chance that you had is gone.
Sounds like fun.
Huh?
Stop, you idiot!
You complete idiot!
Oh, that's good. What a relief!
I can't… believe…
Is this okay?
I hope I didn't splash you.
But, I mean, we have to create boundaries, right?
Anyway, the devil who ruined your relationship as an unbreakable trio
is just lying down here on the ground right in front of you.
What are you gonna do about it?
His bark was worse than his bite.
He made everyone call him Number Two, and this is how strong he is?
Wind.
Here, nice wind.
The wind?
Huh?
Did he just call the wind?
Hmm?
Huh?
It's high tide.
It's time to set sail.
Now, let's continue.
Fantastic.
You've done fantastic.
Until now.
Just think about it.
The unexpected entrance.
The enigmatic pinwheel.
The urination,
the wind,
and the war paint made of mud.
In all of that, is there anything that speaks to your actual ability?
It's nothing more than cheap theatrics.
That's enough now. Let's all come back to our senses.
It's only fair to let you know that the formation we've established
is even more deadly than the one we used earlier.
Now that you've emptied your bladder, how will you overcome this tetrahedron?
Wow. Look at you. You climbed up so high!
You gonna be all right?
Get down by yourself?
He's a monster!
Lip, the leader of the Mouth, felt the urge to run…
…as every cell in his body told him,
"This man isn't human."
As he fled, he added to the puddles of urine already collected.
Hey, look at you, you got down all by yourself.
Since the three of them
could no longer depend on their combination,
there was no need to even bother trying to settle the fight.
He's so strong!
He's too strong!
He just defeated the Mouth, who easily beat Iron Michael,
with only a single punch!
Wow.
Deputy Warden Samuels.
Check it out.
It looks to me as if there might have been a little bit of trouble here.
I'll leave it up to you to handle.
I'm going to bed.
Huh?
Hmm.
Oh! If it isn't Iron Michael!
You seriously forgot about me?
That punch was really something. I've never seen one like it before.
Wow, what a great honor!
To receive such praise from the strongest boxer on earth.
If you hadn't come by,
I have no doubt that my life as a boxer would have been completely over.
Hey, what are you talkin' about?
I mean, we're roommates, right? So we're tight like that.
You forgot about me just a second ago!
Ah, it's all good! It's all good!
-Number Two. -Hmm?
I give thanks to God
that I was put into the same cell as you were.
Of course, I gotta thank you even more.
So, thanks, boss.
It was just a pleasant little surprise for me
that I got the chance for some recreational activity
since I couldn't sleep.
Really, I oughta be the one thanking you, my brother.
-Good night, brother. -Yup!
-Huh? -Hmm?
Mr. Guevaru.
Whether you win or lose the fight against Mr. Oliva,
I don't care.
But, the next day after the fight,
-I ask that you-- -Sorry, but I'll have to say no.
I won't be your boyfriend.
What?!
But if you wanna fight me, we can do that any time.
Even if there isn't a wind blowing.
Even if it's right here, right now.
-Right here?! -Huh?
Guevaru, you there?
Oh, there you are!
Mr. Oliva, stop!
-Uh… -Please! I have a key!
Mr. Oliva, stop!
Mr. Guevaru, good evening to you.
-Oliva… -Mr. Unchained…
Oh, man, look what you did to the door!
Just put up a curtain or something.
Come on, what kind of prison doesn't have real doors?!
Now then, Guevaru, eh, you've got a good look.
A good face.
Not too much bluster, not trying to intimidate.
And it doesn't appear that you're too conceited, either.
All the same, it's pretty obvious.
I can tell what you're capable of just by looking at you.
Seriously, it's written all over your face.
But you are impressive.
You've established a new independent country,
even if it's not a big one.
But it's just such a pity!
Huh? What's a pity?
While God may have given you the gifts of a first-rate character,
keen intelligence and, clearly, plenty of leadership skills,
you still have one big flaw, Guevaru!
Just the same as I do.
Exactly.
Despite our age, neither of us likes to lose when it comes to fighting.
Growing up from a toddler to a boy,
and then going from a boy to a young man,
and eventually on to an adult.
There's definitely a kind of immaturity behind how much we both wanna win fights,
probably something we should have left behind along the way while growing up.
I became a man
and stopped wanting candy.
And I stopped playing with my yo-yo too.
When I grew up, I stopped playing tag.
I also stopped playing with toys.
And I gave up collecting cards.
And yet…
Now, fighting is all that remains.
While it's true that we might have much in common,
there's one distinctive difference that sets us apart.
I see. So in what way do you think you're superior to me?
I fight for another.
Hmm.
Does a fight have to be for someone else to be meaningful?
Tell me, what do you think, Guevaru?
All right, if you really wanna know, then here's my opinion.
I think needing something or someone else to fight for is a weakness.
What do you think about that, Mr. Oliva?
I think that you'll lose.
You said that you fight for another?
Who is it?
Well, who else do you think?
I fight for my sweet girl, of course!
She's just such a cutie!
Ooh!
Huh?
Out of everything you could possibly fight for,
it's some girl.
So you want to show off how strong you are to your girlfriend?
Hmm?
Just when I was starting to think you two were the greatest rivals,
the strongest foes,
and that I was so happy to be able to meet you.
Seriously, are you two just screwing with me?!
I sat here quietly listening
to you talk about how "fighting is all that remains,"
-and how you're "fighting for another." -Baki--
Going on and on about what's necessary for fighting and what isn't.
Stop making kissy-faces and bragging about--
Even if two savage beasts are in the middle of battling to the death,
they will, nonetheless, work together
to fight off an intruder if one comes along.
So what happened to Baki just then was inevitable.
Huh. Do you think he's just jealous?
Out of all the fluids in the entire world, the most potent one…
…and apparently the most easily riled one is Hanma blood.
Maybe the stimulation of all this was just too much for him.
Did we make too many kissy-faces?
Doubt it.
I'm sure it wasn't as much as you and your girl make.
Hmm.
Mm. Mm.
How stimulating that is!
Is that handkerchief a present from her or something?
No, you're wrong.
Hmm?
This is just something that I bought in the town where she used to live.
Wait a sec.
Wait.
You mean, that isn't even something that belonged to her? Really?
Come on, don't be ridiculous.
Something like that would be far too stimulating for me to deal with.
Ridiculous?
You two are lovers, aren't you?
What kind of question is that? Yeah, of course we are.
The two of us are very much in love with each other.
I'm sorry, you lost me.
Well, I wouldn't expect you to get it.
Since you're a child.
No matter where I am at any given moment,
as long as I have this handkerchief from the town where she lived,
it's like I'm able to feel her presence.
It's just like how a fan can feel the presence of the legendary quartet
when they look at a souvenir they bought from Liverpool.
That's how big of a fan of hers I am!
And I won't make any apologies for it.
What can I say? She's just so beautiful!
Here, man. What do you say? You wanna take a whiff?
Go ahead.
It's the most fragrant thing in the entire world.
Give me a break. I wonder how that handkerchief smells now.
Still the most fragrant thing in the entire world?
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