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-Whoa! He's trying to get up! -Guevaru's trying to stand!
How can he even move after taking a blow like that?
My poor people…
For them…
For my poor people…
He's up! Guevaru got up!
He still wants to fight! We get to see some more!
Mm-hmm.
I had a feeling you'd get back up.
Hmm.
You know today is a good day to die.
A phrase borrowed from the US Army.
It's said that American soldiers liked to used that expression
back during the Vietnam War before they headed off into battle.
Guevaru, you do understand, don't you, what the true meaning of that phrase is?
Yeah.
It isn't a phrase about dying.
It's a phrase about living.
It's about fighting bravely in a fierce battle, surviving,
and returning to one's homeland afterward.
Yes, exactly.
That's because, in actuality--
There really is no good day to die.
Until you do…
…you must always live for today!
Now, Guevaru…
…this is the finale.
He's makin' a fist!
-He's makin' a fist! -He's gonna finish it!
"The wind rises…"
All right, then.
"One must always try to live."
It's time to settle this.
Biscuit Oliva, the strongest man in America,
your worth lies within those muscles of yours.
Your frame stands at over six feet tall,
and within it lies 330 pounds of muscle,
which is unprecedented in all of human history.
It's not difficult for me to imagine
the destructive power that you're capable of generating with that body of yours.
Huh? What's he…
Hmm?
That's…
The tuxedo!
Whoa!
Whoa! The tuxedo was standing that whole time,
but it fell as if on command!
The history of all barehanded fighting,
of martial arts, is directly linked to human history.
Some put all their faith in muscle.
Some put all their faith in speed.
Muscle, strength, speed, angles,
balance, finding weak spots…
Various technical reforms and creative innovations
led to different breathing techniques and the concept of chi.
And from that growth came modern martial arts.
Despite all that advancement, blind spots still exist.
There really hasn't been true progress since back in the era of stone axes.
Yeah? Do enlighten me.
I'll tell you.
It's support.
Support? How?
Even Chinese martial arts,
which boasts a history spanning 4,000 years,
uses the surface of the ground as support.
Boxing,
sumo…
Out of all the martial arts,
none question the utilization of the ground
as an angled support for strikes and throws.
And that means one must rely on muscle and strength.
Nobody really recognizes the earth as the greatest possible support.
Their understanding doesn't go any further than a millimeter below the ground.
They don't give it a thought.
But, now you're about to experience…
…the solidity of the center of the Earth,
which lies over six million meters below the surface.
Feel it.
My foot is connected to the farthest depths of the Earth,
to the very center of the entire planet…
…the core of the Earth!
-Hey, Guevaru. -Huh?
This guys wants to congratulate you.
Mr. Bush!
I'm no match for you. Please forgive me.
This is so weird!
Oh, and someone else wants to say hello to you too.
What?!
Hey, there!
They say that I'm the strongest man on earth or whatever.
What in the world is he doing here?
But it isn't actually me.
Huh?
It's you.
Right, Guevaru?
Uh…
I know! It's so obvious.
Yeah, right?
I am not really sure what's going on here.
Is this…
a dream?
Hmm.
Hey.
Come and carry Mr. Guevaru out of here.
Be respectful, and take great care with him, you hear?
That's it. The fight's all finished now.
We're not gonna hear any more singing.
You're pretty strong.
Yep.
But maybe you just had greater faith in your body.
Easy for you to say.
Guevaru was strong as well.
-But he had no love. -Uh-huh.
Huh?
Love for muscles, I mean.
At a much earlier time in Guevaru's training,
he said goodbye to an irreplaceable love, that of muscles and raw power.
Technique, balance, flexibility, support, and the denial of strength…
He gave all his attention to those loves instead.
But strength ended up taking her revenge on him.
She's the jealous type, you see?
There's something else you might not know.
My body as you see it now isn't its actual size.
I'm sure that right now all of you are wondering
how I keep it so compact.
Wait, did he just say "compact"?
But he's huge!
Naw.
You see, I'm actually holding it all in.
You're holding it in?
If I were to just let go
and allow the door that metaphorically holds my muscles in to swing open,
since they're so big, they'd probably
burst out from beneath my skin,
crush everyone here…
…and smash through the outer walls,
destroy the entire complex, and expand all the way into the sky.
No, no, no, that's impossible.
Hmm. Say, Baki,
I'm sure that you're not aware of this,
but each and every day,
the food I consume adds up to more than 100,000 calories.
What?!
Even an Olympic athlete at the peak of their training
would struggle to take in a tenth of that, a mere 10,000 calories a day.
100,000 calories.
That's the same amount of calories that you'd find in 500 of those rice bowls
that your people in Japan seem to love so much.
But, look! Despite that, I still maintain a low 5% body fat.
That's right, just 5%,
even though a professional athlete couldn't even come close
to burning through the calories of my diet.
It's impossible.
Okay, I'll admit, you look pretty darn fit,
but come on!
Take the space shuttle,
by the time it reaches the upper atmosphere,
it's burned up all the fuel in its giant tank,
which is even bigger than the spaceship itself.
Even now as we speak, I'm burning tons of calories.
Holding it back, sealing it in, pushing, suppressing,
binding up the thing inside of me that's always trying to expand outward.
I'm continuously holding it at bay.
I can't let up even for a moment.
Wow, I did not know that.
Just imagine,
the only reason that any of us are still alive
is that you're so vigilantly keeping yourself
as compact as you are right now.
We're all super grateful!
Hmm?
Actually, what's even more amazing is that despite all that effort,
I'm still able to get a good night's sleep.
Hey.
Put me down.
Oh! I'm so sorry! So, so, sorry.
So, kid, you really want a go at me that bad, huh?
This power!
It's just like…
It's just what I wanted!
Bring it on!
Uh…
I have to apologize to you for exaggerating.
I lied. I'm not really bigger than a building.
Yeah, of course not! I know that!
And to be completely honest with you,
I didn't actually refine these muscles for fighting.
What?!
This body of mine…
Huh?
…was really made to do this for this beautiful person.
Uh, hey now.
I'm sorry to keep you waiting, Maria.
It seems no one saw anything.
We woke up this morning, it was empty.
Huh?
Hmm.
So this wasn't left only for me?
This is for Maria as well?
Hmm.
It's money, the official currency of his island.
Hey, boss!
Hmm? Oh!
Mm? Uh…
When did he do this?
It's out of consideration for you guys.
Huh?
He has the strength to easily leave this place
by just walking through the front gate, if that's what he wanted to do.
But he knew you guys couldn't exactly pretend
that you didn't see an inmate saunter up to the gate and walk right through it.
If he'd done that, you guys would've been embarrassed.
So, he just escaped this way.
The punishment for actually not seeing
is bound to be a lot less than for pretending not to see something.
It's his way of being considerate,
so you oughta just accept it with gratitude.
So then,
what is this for?
Huh?
You can't use it in here,
or anywhere else in America, for that matter.
Yeah, you're right.
There's only one place in the whole world where you can use it.
Which means it's an invitation, I think.
Ah.
"So if you want to spend it, come to my island."
Is that it?
Are you gonna go?
Mm… Not today.
Hey, where you been all this time, boss?
I know it doesn't take that long to go to the bathroom.
Your axe's been in that tree since you've been gone.
Well, I'm back.
Uh… Yeah, but from where?
Oliva.
Oliva?
You actually went?
But that guy's the strongest man in America.
I mean, his arms are over two feet around.
They're, like, this big!
Do you really think that you could take him, boss?
I gotta try, right?
Oh, there you go! Kick his ass!
You went to the States? Really?
Um, so Oliva, what's he like, anyway?
Hmm.
Well, he's strong.
So, did you beat him?
I didn't.
Oh! While you were gone, he had another kid! Twins actually!
What?! Twins? So, that makes this your…
Uh, one, two… How many do you have?
Nine now.
-That's way too many! -Well, you know…
That reminds me, the pig at old lady Sara's place--
Yeah, it's constipated.
What? Again? What's wrong with that pig?
I know, right? What could she be feeding it?
Roll call!
Get a move on, you lazy bums. Hurry and get lined up.
Now, all cells report in!
Cell one, clear!
Cell two, clear!
Cell three, clear!
Cell four, clear!
Needless to say, you punks are nothin' but human garbage.
You have no freedoms at all!
The only thing you're allowed to do in here is breathe!
That's it!
You've got no one to blame but yourselves for being stupid!
-Um… -Hmm?
What's wrong, boy? Gotta use the potty?
Can I go outside?
Huh?
All I wanna do is go out and get a little fresh air.
Just for a few minutes.
Huh?
Sorry for this.
Don't move!
I'm sorry for this.
See y'all later!
Go get it!
Yeah! Get plenty of that fresh air!
-Don't come back! Keep going! -Freeze!
He's trying to escape! He's headed for the front gate!
Unfortunately, you won't be getting any fresh air right now.
Turn around and go back to your "home" immediately, Baki.
You really put a lot of effort into all of this.
You mind telling me what you hoped to achieve
with this reckless little stunt?
I don't know.
I thought I might become, uh…
Unchained.
And, what conclusion have you come to about that now?
I think that…
I can.
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