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What? They're living together?
That's right.
You see, Mr. Oliva lives with his girlfriend
right here inside the prison.
Not only does he live in this place with zero restrictions,
but he gets to have his woman with him on top of that?
Man, if that's what prison life is like for him,
why would he ever feel the need to atone or repent for what he's done?
Well, repent and atone simply aren't words
that he'd ever really think to concern himself with.
So what's this woman like?
The thing is that, uh,
no one's ever actually set eyes on her before.
Well, then, how do you know she's here?
We've heard quite a lot about her over the years.
But, uh, you know, now that you mention it,
all that we've heard has just been from Mr. Oliva's mouth.
The way he was carrying on about her, I bet she must be a real beauty.
Come to think of it,
that's also something that we've only heard from Mr. Unchained's--
Uh, Mr. Oliva's own mouth.
Hmm.
It's gotta be a sham.
SUN
Maria, I continue to be racked with agony.
In this entire world, there simply aren't enough words…
There are far, far too few
to adequately express a love
that goes way beyond the feeling conveyed by the words, "I love you."
And yet, even if I knew all the prettiest phrases,
what mere words could possibly convey the fullness of this feeling
that's nestled beneath my pectoral muscles
and consumes my entire body and soul?
"I love you" is such a simple phrase.
It's just nowhere near enough.
I've come here today
with this indescribable feeling weighing on my heart.
Far more than just love.
Maria, how are you feeling on this magnificent day, huh, honey?
Most likely, he just made up this imaginary girlfriend
to give him another chance to flaunt the freedom he has in this place
despite it being prison.
And also to bolster the image he wants to project as Mr. Unchained.
To be completely honest with you,
we've all, sort of, come to the same conclusion as you have,
but if even a rumor were to get out about us thinking that way,
then all 4,000 of us would be strangled to death.
Just watch. You'll see.
Oh?
By the time the sun rises two more times,
he'll be back to being just another inmate.
One lowly inmate, with no strength or girlfriend.
Hey, Kent, hold on to this jar for me.
Give it to me at the arena right before the fight.
But never open it.
Or rain, wind, waves, and lightning will jump out.
Uh, come on, what's the matter, honey?
I mean, I came exactly when you told me to come.
And I brought a bouquet of those roses you love so much.
Uh!
You are just so incompetent!
Useless! You're a loser!
You gluttonous brute!
Raging narcissist! Ungrateful child!
Absolute moron!
Womanizer! Complete imbecile!
Total piece of garbage!
Hmm.
Maria, are you all finished now?
I beg you.
At least try to be in a better mood, honey.
You idiot!
I may be an idiot,
but I'm a happy one with you by my side.
Oh, darling!
Wait! Wait, wait, wait!
You called me "darling"!
"Darling"!
No! It's entirely too stimulating.
I just can't handle hearing that word come out of your mouth!
I love you.
Maria!
Maria, you're so beautiful!
I'm gonna win this fight for you, Maria.
I'll show you just how much you mean to me.
It's so much more than love! Maria!
So, uh…
Hmm?
You've been doing the same thing since yesterday.
Holding that jar up to your ear over and over.
Just what exactly are you listening to in there when you do that, anyway?
You mentioned rain, wind, waves and lightning…
I guess we're just eager to find out what's inside there.
It holds courage.
What? It's courage?
That's right.
There's pure courage inside here.
It was the morning after a record-breaking hurricane.
The day I was scheduled to set off for the US.
Huh?
Up there's where you filled that jar?
Mm-hmm.
Last night, all night long, in a spot like that…
Mm-hmm.
You know, kid,
they say you're the biggest weakling on this whole island.
Thank you.
I'd say you're the bravest one here.
If someone looked in from the outside,
they'd see quite a strange site.
Despite being a prison that holds over 4,000 inmates,
there wouldn't be any guards at their posts.
As if, just for that day, there weren't any inmates at all.
Yeah! Whoo-hoo!
Oh, man.
-It's almost time, you know? -Eh?
So who do you think's gonna win today?
Oliva, of course.
Funny, I think it's gonna go the other way.
Hmm…
The rumor is that Mr. Oliva is bringing his girlfriend.
Huh? So, wait, she's real?
Who knows? I guess we're about to find out.
Even though private conversation
was supposed to be forbidden in the prison,
the inmates talked as much as they liked,
since no one cared about enforcing the rule, all because…
-Look! Here! -Ah!
-Whoo! -He's here!
…no one would try to escape today.
-Number Two! -Your abs are lookin' great!
Don't be such a bootlicker!
You're the best pirate ever!
This whole thing is very exciting, isn't it?
Well, let me just answer your question this way.
Even if one of the prisoners did try to escape during all this…
I still wouldn't take a single step away.
Uh, I'll just pretend I didn't hear that.
Here he comes!
Oliva!
-Whoo-hoo-hoo! -What the…
What's he carrying?
Warden!
You're kidding me! He actually brought her out!
His girlfriend…
It's a bed!
A king-size bed, no less!
I think his girlfriend's on it!
She's supposed to be super beautiful!
I can't believe she's real!
What's she look like? Can you see her?
Ah, I can't see a damn thing!
I wanna see her!
That's…
No way, that's…
His girlfriend?
Hurry up and get this thing started, already.
At long last, there she was in front of them,
the legendary girlfriend, Maria.
Once they finally saw her, all 4,000 inmates had the same thought.
Later in life, when they were finally free and could tell the story of this day,
how would they describe her to someone else?
Despite their confusion, one thing was perfectly clear.
And that was the term "large" wouldn't even come close to covering it.
What are all you staring at?
They're not staring. They're all simply admiring you, Maria,
and your incredible beauty!
Ugh.
Shut up! Don't give me that crap!
What could they possibly see as beautiful?!
Absolutely anything and everything about you.
I'm sure no one would ever say anything different.
Every one of the 4,000 inmates that are gathered here
can clearly see your beauty.
Isn't that right, you guys?
She sure is something! Uh-huh.
Wow.
I don't know what she's doin' with you. Real jealous.
His tuxedo's just standing there!
He's like some insect that just molted.
No way!
That's Oliva for you. No one can beat him.
I've gotta go for a bit, Maria.
It's time for me to prove just how strong your boyfriend truly is.
Hmm!
Your girlfriend is truly lovely.
It's a shame you'll have to lose in front of her.
I'm sorry, Guevaru.
But thank you so much for serving as my foil
to prove my strength!
It's funny how much the motivation for fighting differs
from person to person.
Look, the jar!
And this is mine.
He's opening it!
That'll be plenty.
Now, let's get started.
Mr. Oliva, could I ask you to hold the corner of this bandanna?
Hmm.
Ah, Loser Lose, huh?
How nostalgic. I played it quite a bit when I was a kid.
Loser Lose is a contest that was originally developed for duels
between European nobles back in the 16th century.
While holding on to opposite ends of a handkerchief,
the dueling men trade blows.
The rules of the contest are extremely simple.
If you let go, then you lose.
And as the name of the game suggests,
the one who releases the handkerchief, the Loser, also loses their honor.
It's a simple game, yet merciless at the same time.
The trivial action of holding on to the edge of a handkerchief
represents one's will to defend their honor.
It's a game with the most logical yet profound of rules.
I know about you, J. Guevaru.
Your grandfather was a master of Mugakure ninjutsu.
And he taught you everything you know.
What, is stalking me a hobby of yours, Unchained?
Part of that style's training is handstands,
starting by using all five fingers to eventually just the thumb.
It requires incredible finger strength.
It seems to me your pride in that strength is the reason you chose this contest.
So am I wrong?
Listen, if you're scared of the contest, I'd be happy to change it,
but when it comes to holding on to a handkerchief,
I'm sure that you're no slouch, either.
Hmm.
The tales about you have reached all the way to my island.
Bending a coin in fourths in one hand, while crushing a full beer in the other.
Lifting an ax when it's still buried into the stump that it's chopped into.
Bending a railroad spike with a single bare hand.
Okay, okay, enough. I get it.
What, is stalking me a hobby of yours, Number Two?
So, you won't need a handicap?
Are you stalling for time?
All right then, kid, what do you say? We on?
Indeed.
We are most definitely on.
I realize these punches are nowhere near enough
to knock out the strongest fighter in America,
but the thing is…
I don't need to knock him out.
Ooh, right on the chin.
So even if this isn't enough to knock him out…
…if I can just get him to forget,
even just for a second, forget the handkerchief,
forget its corner, forget he's holding it,
that's all I need.
Whoa, look at that!
Oliva's giant body is being held up just by that bandanna alone!
Guevaru's holding onto it with both hands,
but look at how Oliva's holding it!
Oh, hey, did you change up your grip a little bit?
Clutching onto it that hard with both hands
doesn't look too cool.
The aristocrats who created the rules for this contest
must be rolling in their graves right about now.
You know, I think that I'll follow your lead
and change my grip up a bit too.
I mean, let's face it,
this grip simply isn't gonna cut it anymore,
not compared to how you changed yours.
So, I think that I'd like to change mine to this.
What do you think?
His pinkie?
He either has crazy confidence in his grip strength…
-This is just ridiculous! -The wind could blow it out of his hand!
…or it's strategy.
They say that the aristocrats who came up with this game
ate and held their glasses with their pinkies out.
It may seem completely meaningless at first glance,
but there's actually a purpose to holding one's pinkie out like that.
It was a technique created to conserve spices,
which were as valuable as precious metals at the time.
And it was considered good manners
to pinch the spices with the thumb and pinkie.
Which means that if their pinkie got wet from a glass or something similar,
it would end up picking up too much spice with each pinch.
Holding the pinkie out was a custom created to avoid bad manners.
Do you understand why I'm doin' this, Mr. Guevaru?
It's all about modesty.
I'm sure that you get it.
The Japanese blood that flows through your body
practically cries out for modesty,
since it's perhaps the most highly regarded virtue
in the Land of the Rising Sun.
So, tell me, how long are you going to continue clutching this handkerchief
in such a vulgar manner?
Remember your modesty.
Yes, that's the way. Reclaim your pride.
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