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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.
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.
Oh, hey, did you change your grip up a little bit?
Clutching onto it that hard doesn't look too cool.
Ha!
That isn't very cool.
After all…
Aren't we…
supposed to hold it like this?
Huh?
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, Maria.
I've completely bored you with this fight.
But still, it's okay.
Guevaru!
Hey, Guevaru.
Huh?
Just how long are you going to clutch that handkerchief so tightly?
Wait, what?
Look at my left hand.
I'm not even pinching it right now.
I actually don't feel like holding it anymore.
I'm only gonna let it lay there gently.
Barely resting in the palm of my hand.
Is he really saying he's going to fight like that?
Hmm!
So, Gilberto style, huh?
I've heard of it, of course.
Loser Lose, Gilberto style.
Jean Gilberto was a hotel magnate from Sicily.
In Paris in 1947,
he was the first person from outside France
to build a giant luxury hotel along the Champs-Élysées.
He made headlines and received a lot of praise from tourists,
but he also earned the disdain of the locals.
It was well-known that he was a member of the Mafia.
But in 1961,
it was revealed that he was embezzling funds from his bosses.
As soon as his duplicity was discovered,
the organization decided that he had to be punished harshly,
and so they ordered that he be executed immediately.
On January 4th, 1962, under a full moon at midnight,
while he was surrounded by machine guns in a forest in Boulogne,
that sentence was carried out.
The method of execution was a game of Loser Lose,
where both Gilberto and his opponent held a handkerchief and struck each other,
with whoever let go first being shot down immediately.
But this matchup came with a terrifying disadvantage for Gilberto.
In contrast to the young, muscular challenger,
who was allowed to hold the handkerchief firmly,
the weak, 70-year-old Gilberto could only lay it across his palm.
In other words,
the match was decided before it even began.
Barring a miracle, the match would be over with a single punch.
The curtain closed on that execution
with a hail of bullets from Gilberto's compatriots,
but his name survived through this style of gameplay.
Hmm…
Guevaru's doing it too!
What's goin' on?
Whoa, they're fighting and not even holding on to it!
Neither one is backin' down!
This is why I can't get enough!
Oliva moved!
Whoa!
No way!
He's gotta be dead, right?
Nah, he ain't dead.
Look! Guevaru's still touching the handkerchief.
It's on the back of his hand!
What the…
Huh?
Give me a break.
Aristocrats and the mafia…
The only thing that kind of stuff's good for is showing off.
I mean, come on,
the truth is what these guys are really doing right now
is just playing a silly little game with a handkerchief.
It's a farce.
And it's ridiculous.
Hey, Baki!
Wind's picking up.
Hey, check them both out.
They're working together so the handkerchief doesn't fly away!
But why would they do that?
Are you seeing this, Maria?
This is a real man's--
Uh, excuse me, young man…
Oh! It flew away!
Wha…
Huh?
Hey! What the hell are you doing?!
Huh?
Oh, please.
Don't you mean, what is he doing?
Well?
But the better question is, what are you doing?
I mean, a grown man carrying on like this about a handkerchief?
Playing with it, gripping it, holding it, pinching it?
You call that dangerous? Manly?
Ridiculous.
It's no wonder this poor boy's fallen asleep
after watching that nonsense.
A fight between real men should be a knock-down brawl.
Seriously, what else is there?
Mwah.
Oh, man, what a sound!
That was a full-power hit!
That's the first time in this match.
You are completely right, Maria.
I was mistaken this whole time.
It's exactly like you said.
A fight between men should be simple.
What I need to do now is restore my belief in myself.
I need you…
…to see me in a new light!
The way I really am!
Whoa! That was nuts!
He knocked him right into the wall!
He finished the fight in one blow!
Hmm.
So, you can do it if you try.
You're a cunning fox.
No, I'd say you're the cunning fox, kid.
Maria, the bed's so soft,
and you were so warm,
and you smelled wonderful!
Plus, you were
so kind.
Ugh.
You got what you wanted.
Get lost.
Thank you so much.
Holy crap!
He really is the king!
Always was, always will be.
That was amazing. You truly are America's strongest man.
Baki, I have to thank you.
Oh?
Maria can be really fussy, but because of you she's calmed down now.
Uh, sure.
Unchained! Unchained! Unchained! Unchained!
These guys sure seem happy.
Even though I could tell that they really wanted me to lose.
Unchained! Unchained! Unchained!
Doesn't look like that to me.
Hmm.
Huh?
What the…
Whoa!
Look at his chest.
The blow he just took…
It stands out like a tattoo!
Hmm. Hmm?
Now it begins.
Guevaru's finally getting started!
You didn't come after me when I was down.
Did you get scared or something?
Huh?
-It's not done yet! -Guevaru's raring to go!
Number Two wants to fight!
Guevaru!
Guevaru! Guevaru!
What do you know about that!
It seems I underestimated you.
I treated you too kindly.
And I was far too considerate of you.
I thought you were too small to hit for real.
Oliva's not bluffing.
He really believes that.
Oh!
That's just what we need, a little wind.
Hmm.
This is a very good day.
Yeah, you're right.
This is a good day to die!
Guevaru,
you have a blind spot.
Ah, how long has it been…
…since I got to hit someone for real.
It happened all across the entire globe.
Just small incidents here and there.
Huh?
In the ocean…
The sea?!
Huh?
…in the mountains…
It says we're driving through the forest.
What the…
TENDAN DEPARTMENT STORE
…in the cities…
According to this, we're driving through a building!
…and also…
Huh?
Uh, the navigation's off.
I guess something must've happened.
The control that you have over this car is like your control over this country.
It's nothing but a completely sloppy mess.
Uh, sorry.
Well, at least for me, with you being here,
this is the safest car in the entire world.
Seems I'm the only one left out.
Hmm!
This is suffocating.
Security in front us, security behind us.
Plainclothes security stationed every hundred meters.
You're not even allowed to turn down any side streets or alleys.
It's all so stupid.
This is really what driving is like for George Bush,
President of the United States,
the so-called land of the free, huh?
I see that, as usual, you're quite the misanthrope.
Huh?
Uh… Is that it?
Hmm.
My name's Chamomile Lessen.
I was recently hired to be one of your personal bodyguards.
Also… I happen to be a citizen
of the very island that's currently under discussion.
I'm a follower of J. Guevaru.
So you see,
we're just as powerful as the United States.
As long as you don't violate our rights,
then I'll be happy to keep you safe and sound.
Hmm.
Look, Lessen, we've, uh, got a bit of a problem.
Are you saying it's a problem for you
or a problem for me?
I think it's a problem for both of us.
Oh, is that right?
Is this some kind of attempt to test what I told you earlier,
when I said that I'd be happy to protect you?
Uh, well, Lessen,
the thing right now is that…
…Mr. Hanma here is saying that he's going to attack me.
So you think you could help me out?
Bush!
You bastard.
At the end of your presidential term, you're allowed to make one final request.
And this has gotta be what that is.
Am I right?
Uh… Uh… Uh…
If so, this is no game, you got that?
Uh…
Mr. Bush…
…your bringing him here is essentially suicide.
I said I'd keep you safe,
but protecting someone whose intent is to commit suicide
is outside the scope of my duties.
What I mean is,
it's impossible for me to protect you if he decides to attack.
He's more than capable of countering any move I make.
He's that strong.
There's nothing I can do.
Forgive me.
This…
This is the only way to save you.
Nicely done, kid. But still…
Don't know what you expected,
there's nothin' you can do to protect Bush from me.
But you made the right call.
It only proves you've had good training.
I have no interest in you.
But I really wouldn't mind a piece of your master.
Yai, saa, hoh.
Time to set sail.
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