Noble elder, allow me to fight Pickle.
Really?
You do know what that means, don't you, Katsumi?
Let me be its food.
I see.
But, Katsumi, there are some conditions.
And that's how it was settled, just like that.
Mitsunari Tokugawa had two conditions.
One, that it started at six in the morning.
The other, unbelievably, that it be held at the baseball stadium,
not the underground arena.
I didn't have any problems with them.
The problem was with me.
Should I be the one?
Should I, Katsumi Orochi, be the one?
Mom?
Why are you here so early?
I heard from your father
that this is an important match.
That's why I invited the person who is the most important to you.
A precious person who cannot be replaced.
Don't be silly, Mom. I don't care who you invite...
because no one is more important to me than you.
You are...
my one and only mother.
She left.
That's okay.
This isn't like watching a baseball game, after all.
That's the person Natsue invited.
I can tell.
She's the person that my mother invited.
This is unbelievable.
Also, she is my birth mother.
It all happened 15 years earlier.
Invited by a close friend,
Doppo Orochi was amazed when he visited his friend's circus.
KATSUMI OROCHI, AGED FIVE
He was amazed at the 5-year-old prodigy's physical ability and talent.
Then, the boy's father died in an accident.
From that time, Doppo and his wife
took over the care of the boy from his mother,
adopted him and raised him.
Well, well...
It's been a long time.
Business hasn't been good at the circus lately.
My, my. You sure have put on muscle.
You were quite the crybaby.
You've come so far.
It's the body that you gave me.
You should despise me!
Don't be ridiculous.
You are my one and only mother.
To have two mothers is unique.
To have two so dear to me is unique.
I have two loves,
but there is nothing false about either one.
How lucky I am to have two mothers.
I never thought you'd go before me.
I should be the one.
Yeah, you should be the one.
Don't make me go out there and clean up your mess.
I appreciate your concern.
Sei!
The straight mid-level strike.
It is the most basic of fundamentals of Japanese karate arts.
Its existence is more than a technique. It is the very symbol of the art itself.
That symbol, now gathered in a group of 55,000 and rained down on Katsumi.
Sei!
Yah!
Sei!
There are 220 branches of Shinshinkai in Tokyo
with a total of 55,000 followers.
Even though it was early morning,
they assembled here at Tokyo Dome in order to inspire their young leader.
A single exhale of breath transformed into a huge shockwave
when 55,000 breaths were released together.
Under the direction of Instructor Atsushi Suedo,
with unwavering leadership,
they shouted from the pits of their core.
"Take heart, Master!"
- Sei! - Sei!
Their young leader had now matured more than enough
to fully accept the incredible expectation that had been placed upon him.
- Sei! - Sei!
I know you're in there.
Get out here!
The jaw.
The chest.
The ribs.
The groin.
The thigh.
Five consecutive blows to the vitals!
He did it!
Right on the bullseye!
He's powerful.
I didn't know Katsumi Orochi was so powerful.
No, he's grown remarkably stronger.
He's smiling.
That was a solid attack.
One couldn't hope for better.
But his opponent is Pickle,
the greatest fighter of the dinosaur era.
The modern physique does not compare to the abilities of his body.
Here it comes. A kick from the front.
He's not even going to feint, just kick!
Like getting hit by a dump truck.
I successfully blocked it,
but still I've taken so much damage.
My parents, who gave me this body that's able to stand back up.
My father, Doppo, who gave me the skills to stand back up.
My mother, Natsue, who raised me to stand back up.
I am grateful to all four of my parents!
From this moment on, the smile on Pickle's face disappeared.
That was when Katsumi was elevated from plaything to food.
In that distant, distant, distant land,
only the mightiest enemies... only those did he eat.
Because they were the mightiest enemies.
The law of the jungle is absolute.
He alone continued to defy this law that was defined by God.
He only ate those that attacked him.
In the midst of the lawlessness, it was his only rule.
A small source of pride.
And now, this mighty enemy forces him to take the same stance.
Playtime was over.
Baki, look at Pickle's stance.
Yeah.
It's exactly like Yujiro Hanma's.
But never mind that.
What happened to you, Katsumi?
How did you become so lithe?
Master, what do you think?
Will it all end here?
From what you've seen so far, what do you think of Pickle?
Well, if I were to be allowed to...
The Chairman's stepped forward!
I would like to stop its heart.
Without a doubt, it's now!
At that moment, the image that crossed Pickle's mind
was the steel tail swung by his rival the T-Rex.
That's it!
He did it!
Pickle, for the first time in the 190 million years of his life,
felt an unfamiliar pain in his belly.
Something the weight of a T-Rex's tail
made a direct strike into his stomach.
Just as I expected.
Even for someone like Pickle,
if you're hit with a mach-speed blow, you'll definitely go down.
But there's one more thing.
If you punch someone with a fist at mach speed...
your fist will be destroyed.
His fist!
Pickle had been knocked down, a feat that no man had ever achieved.
But it was at the expense of a fist, the lifeblood of a karate fighter.
But the fighter was delighted.
His body had mastered mach-speed.
Now, every move he made was governed by this new calculation.
Karate fighter, Katsumi Orochi,
in the summer of his 21st year, was blazing hot.
It's working!
He's blown him away!
He did it!
He accomplished it.
Baki, do you think this means Katsumi's won?
But now, he faced a problem directly caused by that mach speed.
That's Pickle...
Unless you sacrifice that much,
you'd never knock Pickle down, not even once.
Even after Katsumi's fist...
Is Pickle's body made of steel?!
That didn't happen because of Pickle's body.
Mr. Payne...
It's because of the air,
from breaking the sound barrier.
The sound...
Barrier?
For example, when an airplane accelerates,
it naturally meets resistance from the air as it charges ahead.
The resistance grows stronger in direct proportion to the acceleration.
Then, the moment its speed exceeds 1,225 kph,
it breaks the sound barrier.
The issue here is the burden placed on the object
when it breaks the sound barrier.
There are numerous reports of tragedies.
Sometimes, even airplanes made of metal haven't been able to withstand it.
We all believe that air offers no resistance.
But when his hands and feet exceeded 1,225 kph,
they bore a terrific burden.
You mean breaking the air barrier is that destructive?
It took sacrificing both hands and his left foot
to finally achieve a true advantage.
But Pickle is already recovering.
He's already getting back his smile.
He's getting up.
Even after taking those blows!
Didn't it have any effect?
How preposterous.
The one who struck was on his knees, while the attacked looked down upon him.
Oh, why has God sent such a thing to the modern world?
I hate to say it, but not a single thing that Katsumi has done so far
has been a mistake.
This is only the natural result of what has happened. That is all.
You just don't get it.
I'll admit, you martial artists are powerful.
You've far exceeded my expectations.
I acknowledge that.
But just think about it.
Pickle's rivals were beings from primitive times.
They were the size of primitive beings.
I can say this one thing for sure.
The attacks of those creatures of 15 tons, 15,000 kilos,
can't possibly be weaker than an attack by 100-kilo Katsumi.
He's gonna do that move!
I've made no mistakes.
I haven't made a single mistake.
But as a result, I've destroyed both my hands and one foot.
Just look at your faces.
Even those two.
Don't any of you worry.
I still haven't used it.
The move that only I have mastered.
My one-and-only Mach!
You mean he's still got more left?
Come, my good friend!
I've thought of nothing but striking my opponents.
Landing moves powerfully. Landing them swiftly.
Landing them and dealing damage.
I've built the muscles to deal powerful attacks.
I've developed the limberness and looseness so that I can deal damage.
I even reimagined my unbending bones to become like a whip to deal damage.
As a result, I've developed my own original,
cutting-edge, most powerful, greatest and finest move.
It surprises even me.
I mean, all my life,
all I've thought about is landing powerful hits.
And to think that the final form I've finally arrived at
is a move that's not supposed to land!
Blood!
Whose is it?
Whether it was an accidental invention or a gift from God,
the whip is a tool
that can achieve mach speed through human locomotion alone.
The moment the whip achieves its maximum speed is here.
It isn't achieved from throwing the whip.
It is the exquisite moment when the tip turns to come back.
He put his whole life into landing strikes
and he did not have any doubt in doing so.
It was obvious he should make contact. It was assumed he would land his strikes.
But he had to let go of all of that.
And what he achieved was an even greater Mach,
an even greater shock wave.
It only figures.
They're not a whip.
They don't have multiple joints.
They're just regular bones.
His bones...
They're sticking out!
It's only natural.
Bones aren't whips.
The spell has worn off.
I've awakened from the dream.
That's enough.
I can wake up now.
It can wear off now.
I have nothing else to use.
I made it in time.
I am the one still standing!
This victory was given to me by everyone!
Yeah!
My, my. That boy, in just a few days,
has advanced kung fu by 50 years.
Awesome...
Katsumi Orochi has attained remarkable talent!
I cannot help but bow my head.
Sei!
I give you my thanks.
Though I'm undeserving, I thank you.
I feel as if I should apologize.
This is why it's called appreciation.
This is what true appreciation is.
He... he's just asleep?
Impossible. That's just insane.
Sei!
Don't be surprised, everyone.
This man hasn't been knocked out.
He just went to sleep on his own.
You're kidding!
He's just taking a break?
As for this fight, it's already over.
You mean that Katsumi hasn't won?
It's clear to anyone's eyes that he's suffered grave damage.
If this fight had taken place in nature,
there would no longer be any need to attack Katsumi.
Then what is to be done now?
There is no waste in the natural world.
You just sleep and wait until your opponent stops breathing.
To Pickle, that is what makes the most sense.
This must be what Tokugawa told me about.
Pickle loves those that attack him.
He eats those that he loves.
Eating them, that is his farewell.
So he sheds tears.
I am thankful.
Something's wrong.
This man, the most powerful man ever since this planet was formed,
has acknowledged me as a mighty opponent.
My efforts have paid off.
How do I repay him for this feeling?
How do I respond?