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What?
Living together?
That's right.
Mr. Oliva lives with his lover in this prison.
Not only does he live a comfortable prison life,
but he gets to have his woman on top of that?
With a prison life like that,
what could he possibly atone? Or repent?
"Repent," "atone"…
those are not words he concerns himself with.
What's she like?
Well, that's just it.
No one's ever seen her.
Are you sure she's actually here?
We've heard about her for years.
But only ever from Mr. Oliva's mouth.
The way he was carrying on,
she must be a real beauty.
That's also something we've only ever heard from Unchained--
I mean, from Mr. Oliva's lips.
It's gotta be a sham.
Maria, I continue to agonize.
There aren't enough words in this world.
Entirely too few…
to express a feeling beyond "I love you."
And yet,
what words could convey the feeling
that lies beyond my pectoral muscles
and consumes my entire body?
The simple phrase "I love you," is just not enough.
With this indescribable feeling weighing on my heart,
I've come here today.
More than love.
Maria, how are you feeling, honey?
Most likely, he made up this imaginary lover
to further wield the freedom he has in this prison.
To solidify his image as the Unchained.
To be honest,
we've sort of come to that conclusion as well.
But if that rumor spread through the prison,
all 4,000 of us would be choked to death.
Just watch.
When the sun rises for the second time,
he'll go back to being just another inmate.
One lowly inmate, with no strength and no lover.
Kent, hold on to this for me.
Give it to me at the arena.
Whatever you do, do not open it.
Rain, wind, waves and lightning will jump out.
Ow, hot, hot.
What's wrong, honey?
As always, I've come at the time you specified
and I brought all these roses you love.
You are so incompetent!
You useless loser!
You deadbeat!
You glutton!
You brute!
You narcissist!
Ungrateful child! Good-for-nothing! Womanizer!
Trash! Idiot!
Maria, are you finished?
Come on. Be in a better mood, honey.
You idiot!
I may be an idiot, but I'm happy.
With you by my side.
Darling!
Wait!
D-Darling!
Darling!
It's too stimulating.
I can't accept that word from you!
I love you.
Maria!
You are so beautiful!
I'll show off to everyone in the arena!
I'll show them just how beautiful you are!
It's more than love!
Maria!
Um…
Hm?
You've been doing that over and over since last night.
What you are listening to?
You mentioned something about rain and wind,
waves and lightning…
We're just so keen to find out what's inside.
It's courage.
Courage?
That's right. There's courage in here.
It was the morning after a record-breaking hurricane.
The day I was to set off for America.
That's where you gathered it from?
Last night, all night…
in a spot like that?
They say you're the biggest weakling on the island.
Thank you.
You're bravest one on the island.
It was a strange site.
Despite being a prison, holding over 4,000 inmates,
there were no guards today.
As if, just for today, there weren't any inmates.
It's almost time.
Who do you think will win?
Oliva.
I think the opposite.
Hmm…
They say Mr. Oliva is bringing his lover.
Huh? He has a girlfriend?
Who knows? I guess we'll see soon.
Private talk was supposed to be forbidden in this space,
but the inmates talked as much as they liked, for it was allowed.
All because…
He's here!
Here he comes!
No one would try to escape today.
Mr. Second!
Mr. President!
Idiot! He's exactly that!
Best pirate!
It's really exciting, isn't it?
I'll just say this.
Even if someone tried to escape right now,
I wouldn't move one step from here!
I'll pretend I didn't hear that!
Here he comes!
It's Oliva!
Huh?
What the--?
What's he carrying?
Warden!
You're kidding me! He's done it!
He brought his lover…
It's a bed!
A king-size bed, no less!
His lover is on it!
That super beauty!
I can't believe it's true!
-What's she like? Did you see? -I can't see a damn thing!
Show us!
This…
This is…
His lover?
Hurry up and get started.
The legendary lover, Maria.
Seeing her,
all 4,000 inmates had the same thought.
Later in life,
how would they describe Maria to someone else?
Only one thing was clear.
The term "fat" didn't nearly cover it.
What are you looking at?
They're not looking at you.
They're admiring you, Maria!
Admiring your beauty!
Don't give me that crap!
What could they possibly see as beautiful?
Anything and everything about you.
No one would say any different.
All 4,000 inmates here can see your beauty.
Right, you guys?
The tuxedo is just stood there!
Like the empty shell of a molting cicada!
No way!
That's Oliva for you.
No one can beat him.
I'm off, Maria.
To prove just how strong your man is.
What a lovely lover you have.
Can't afford to lose, can you?
Sorry, Guevaru.
But I thank you for serving as my foil!
The motivation for fighting varies for each person.
It's the jar!
This is mine…
He's opening it!
That's enough.
Let's begin.
Mr. Oliva, could I ask you to hold the corner of this bandana?
Ah, Loser Lose.
How nostalgic. I played it often as a kid.
Loser Lose.
A rule originally developed in the 16th century
for duels between European nobles.
While holding on to opposite ends of a handkerchief
the duelers trade blows.
The rules are extremely simple.
If you let go, you lose..
As the name suggests,
the one who releases the handkerchief, the "Loser,"
also loses their honor.
A simple, yet merciless game.
The trivial action of holding on to the edge of the handkerchief,
represents their will to defend their honor.
It is a game with the most rational of rules.
Now J. Guevaru,
you were trained by your grandfather, a master of Mugakure-style ninjutsu.
Is stalking your hobby, Unchained?
It is said you begin handstand training from using all five fingers
to eventually, just the thumb.
It requires incredible finger strength.
It seems to me that you chose this rule because you are proud of that strength.
Am I wrong?
If you've got cold feet,
we can change the rule,
but when it comes to finger-pinch strength you're no slouch, either.
The tales reached even my island.
Bending a coin in fourths,
crushing full beer cans,
lifting an ax with the stump still attached,
bending a rail-spike…
Okay, okay, enough.
Is stalking your hobby, Mr. Second?
Meaning, you won't need a handicap.
There's no need for concern, you mean.
Are we on, kid?
Indeed we are.
I know.
These punches aren't anywhere near enough to knock out
the strongest fighter in America.
But, he doesn't need to be knocked out.
Oh, right in the chin.
Even if he isn't knocked out, all he needs to do is forget.
Forget about the little cloth.
Forget its corner.
Just forget that he's pinching it.
Look at that!
Oliva's giant body is being held up just by that bandana!
And…
Guevaru's holding on with both hands
but look how he's holding it!
Oh, did you change your grip?
Clutching firmly with both hands
doesn't look very cool.
The aristocrats who created these rules must be turning in their graves.
I think I'll follow your lead and change my grip too.
You unwittingly changed your grip.
Likewise, mine won't do.
So, I'd like to change mine to this.
What do you think?
His pinky?
Is he that confident in his grip strength?
That's ridiculous!
A breeze will blow it away!
Or, is it a strategy?
I hear that aristocrats back in the day
ate and held their glasses with their pinky out.
It may seem meaningless at first glance,
but there's actually a purpose to having the pinky out.
It was to conserve spices, then as valuable as precious metals.
It was good etiquette to pinch spices in this way.
In other words, if their pinky got wet
it would end up picking up too much spice.
So, it was a custom created to avoid bad etiquette.
Do you understand, Mr. Guevaru?
Humility. I'm sure you get it.
The Japanese blood that flows through your body
calls for humility, the virtue of the Land of the Rising Sun.
So, how long are you going to continue with your vulgar grip?
Remember your humility.
That's right, restore your pride.
Subtitle translation by: Harry Darkins
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