That was... effective!
Amazing. Amazing, Retsu!
I must concede that this is true.
Martial arts truly is something amazing.
I never imagined he would be able to hold on this long.
I don't think you're phrasing that correctly.
He's not just holding on, he's clearly defeated him!
Yeah!
No, he definitely hasn't.
What? Are you stupid?
That last blow of his.
Don't you have any idea how strong of a concussion that gave Pickle?
It didn't.
Pickle hasn't gotten a concussion.
Huh?
I can see why you don't understand.
You didn't actually see it.
When Pickle was discovered
at the nuclear waste isolation plant in Colorado,
naturally we ran him through a full battery of tests.
His muscle tissue, bones, and organs were all complete surprises to us.
But most striking of all was his cervical spine.
Its thickness and durability are incredible.
The necks of bipedal creatures, like we humans,
can't even compare structurally to his.
You only find something comparable if you consider large four-legged beasts
whose necks must constantly support the weight of an enormous head.
Then, you mean...
That's right.
The circumstantial evidence only points to one conclusion.
Until a certain period in Pickle's life,
he was most likely a quadruped!
The secret arts that have continued to be passed down since ancient China.
The system can only be described as incredible.
However, the target of these innumerable skills
has only been humans.
Against bipeds!
Can I bring the dawn of the four-thousand-and-first year?
Just look. Just look at that stance.
An unfamiliar forward-bent posture.
The starting crouch of a sprinter.
The starting stance of a sumo wrestler. It's not like either of those.
It's even lower than those.
The closest thing to it is...
Yes, it's this. The attack stance of a beast.
It's a posture focused only on forward propulsion.
He'll never leap back or jump aside to dodge.
It's as if he's sworn to move forward.
Then I'll answer him.
I won't run.
I won't dodge.
I won't retreat.
I will only attack.
This weapon is symbolic of kung fu, the Crushing Fist.
I'll smash him with this.
I'll punch through him from the front!
At that moment, the beast's body ignited.
His entire body turned to flame.
Like when he vanquished the T-Rex.
Like when he crushed the triceratops.
Like when he frightened off the brachiosaurus.
He only uses the attack against his most powerful enemies,
his greatest of the day.
And upon the extraordinary kung fu fighter, Sea King Retsu...
he released it.
The impenetrable modern shield against the strongest ancient spear.
On this day, the spear was the indisputable winner.
He's... he's so powerful.
He didn't even have a chance to use his move on him. He utterly lost.
Oh, he's crying again.
Oh, hey!
Why are you surprised, Mr. Tokugawa?
What's about to happen is only natural.
It's dinner time.
D... D... Dinner time you say?!
Tokugawa, do you plan on breaking the promise made to Pickle?
You mean you'd let Pickle eat him?
It wasn't me.
It was you who said you'd let Pickle eat him.
You fool!
What goddamn fool would take it seriously?!
Stop, Pickle!
Are you really going to eat your friend?
You're the only thing this man could think about while asleep or awake!
Would you really eat him?!
How can you call yourself a human--
Eating is the way of saying farewell.
It is a damnable fate.
His appetite was ferocious.
In the stillness,
the primitive man's heart was full of sorrow.
Food and life. Life and death.
They cannot be separated.
I'm sorry for breaking my promise.
I as good as lied to Pickle.
"If I lose, I'll be eaten."
Wasn't that the promise that I made?
But how did that turn out?
All that got eaten was part of my shoulder and part of my leg.
Nothing more.
Was I even serious?
Was I really ready to let him eat me?
Perhaps, deep in my heart, I believed I would survive.
I didn't think I would actually be eaten.
Isn't that what I hoped for?
How shameful!
So it was true.
You were bitten.
No, you were eaten.
When I heard you'd lost part of your body, I couldn't believe my ears.
How are your injuries?
No problem at all.
What? There's no way.
If asked if I'm disturbed, then I'd say I am.
If asked if it's an inconvenience, then I'd have to say that it is.
A martial artist has lost a fight and lost the function of a body part.
There is no shame in that.
I agree.
What shames me is,
I spoke as if I was prepared for the consequences when I was not,
That I acted as if I had the bravery, when I did not.
I heard from Tokugawa what happened.
I find it hard to believe you'd deceive anyone, Retsu.
Did I deceive or not?
Only I can know that.
"With desperate determination."
"Prepared to die."
"Ready to kill."
People often say these things even without any resolve.
Words not backed with resolve, should never be spoken.
I was sure I was fully prepared and forewarned.
But I violated my own principle.
Tokugawa, how about if I become its food?
I offered myself before I knew what I wanted.
I should be ashamed.
You transformed your body into a weapon.
That is the life you've lived, but now you've lost part of your body.
It's a horrific event.
Yet it's not the missing leg that's causing you pain,
but your inner turmoil.
That pain, please take pride in it.
Sea King Retsu is an unparalleled martial artist.
You're a treasure to the great country of the People's Republic of China.
I once looked up the meaning of the word, "Retsu."
Retsu...
Fierce, intense, and
never strays from the path.
That is exactly who you are.
Your great skill is so captivating that it is easily overlooked,
but your true worth lies in your incredible spirit.
I appreciate that.
Thank you.
Yujiro Hanma sometimes uses the word "eat."
"Eat." It's a metaphor.
It's an example, just a figure of speech.
It's not "win."
It's not "defeat."
It's "eat!"
Eat, huh?
What an incredible guy!
KASHIMA DAIMYOJIN KATORI DAIMYOJIN
I've never seen a "wire-cut" before.
Wow.
SHINSHINKAI HEADQUARTERS
- Even a Japanese blade couldn't do this. - Sir!
There is a call for you.
Okay.
Please calm down and explain, Noble Elder.
What do you mean, Sea King Retsu was eaten?
Pickle?
You mean Sea King Retsu lost to Pickle--
It's not that simple!
It isn't?
It's not like he lost!
You say he didn't lose,
but he was eaten?
That's right!
DOPPO
Then those two fought?
Ah, I see. His shoulder and leg...
I see. Okay.
Sir!
Have a seat.
Yes, sir.
You must be kidding.
How could Sea King Retsu have lost?
No, it's not quite like that.
He didn't lose.
Food...
That great fighter became his food.
That condescending bastard...
Who is?
Isn't it obvious? I'm talking about that damn monkey!
You don't get the real issue here, do you?
Pickle isn't underestimating us.
In fact, to be more exact,
he doesn't even deem us worthy of underestimating.
That's exactly what underestimating means!
Katsumi!
To be underestimated is a right or qualification that must be earned.
Pickle isn't underestimating us.
Just like we don't regard meat or fish worthy of underestimating.
You're the one who doesn't understand.
I'll say it again.
That's exactly what underestimating means!
Huh?
Katsumi...
SHINSHINKAI HEADQUARTERS THE WAY OF KARATE
...I see what you mean.
Sea King Retsu was eaten.
This news spread among the Atsugi Base reunion members like wildfire.
That was enough anesthesia to knock out a white rhino for a whole night,
but in just a few hours...
It's quite clear that something incredible just happened.
The only other time in history this door was broken...
was when Yujiro Hanma did it.
He was a large man.
Takeshi Kenmochi, age 21.
His name sounds strong. And, in fact, he was strong.
Karate.
Boxing.
Weight lifting.
In each of the dojos and gyms he went to, there was nobody on par with him.
So, what is Kenmochi doing walking around where all the nightlife is?
He is looking for someone to fight.
He wouldn't kill them,
but he wouldn't leave them uninjured either.
He was hoping to find a playmate like that this night.
NO URINATING
Color. Color. Light. Color. Fire.
Stars? Heat?
Crowds. Crowds.
Food.
Straight lines... vertical.
Straight lines... horizontal.
Sky...
Ground.
Flat ground. Straight lines.
The male was confused.
There wasn't a single thing that he recognized.
He was more lost than Urashima Taro.
In his era,
he only ate whatever attacked him.
Fight. Win. Eat.
He was proud.
But what is he now?
Now he wears these clothes like a disguise.
He can't survive otherwise. He understands that.
He stands two meters tall and weighs over 130 kilos.
He is huge.
The crowd doesn't try to attack.
They don't even try to look him in the eye.
He was hungry.
He hadn't eaten since earlier.
Part of him, only a few kilos.
He admired him.
He used every bit of his small body,
his tiny weapons, his weak strength,
and though fearful, he faced him without running.
Oh my God!
- Head-on... - Whoa!
He left a dent the shape of his body!
Mister! Are you okay? Mister...
What? He stood up!
How can he stand?!
He's alive!
Hey...
Huh?
No way!
MEAT