Get up.
You may not understand language, but you understand me, don't you?
We're gonna do it.
He understood absolutely perfectly.
His hair stood on end.
He broke out in a grin.
"Nice. This place is nice."
The male was delighted.
Just by staying here,
wonderful things happen.
And again today, an unbelievably fantastic toy has arrived.
It's different from that one. And different from that one too.
He'd never seen this type before.
Not since he'd come here...
had he encountered such straightforward contact.
It was the kind of ferocity that brought back nostalgic memories.
Just as I figured.
Even when you take a blow right to the face,
there's not a hint that it's had any effect on your brain.
I bet it's because your build and toughness
is equal to a water buffalo's.
But what interests me even more
are those canines of yours.
Even after that punch of mine, they haven't moved one iota.
They're way too big to be called "thread cutters."
They're fangs. They're clearly weapons.
Pickle.
Let's have a bite-off.
My biting power has developed so much, I can bite a coconut to shreds.
Your fangs bit through the armor of dinosaurs in your era.
Which of ours are better?
Though unable to understand language,
he understood like an infant understands its mother's heart.
Like two lovers who approach one another without exchanging words,
the weapons that represent each of their eras
desired to clash!
They wanted to clash. They wanted to meet.
They wanted to join.
I want to be with you.
Hi, Noble Elder.
Sorry about the short notice.
Really?
Tomorrow?
A fight at the arena?
This sure is...
a foolish and tardy request.
Baki, why don't I tell you where I am right now and what I'm seeing?
You're kidding!
Baki, you're too darn late!
What's wrong, Baki?
Jack!
How humiliating.
What's happened?
How disgraceful.
Jack!
His face has been eaten!
Jack...
He's smiling. He's definitely smiling!
Even though his face has been torn off!
Even though his face has been eaten,
he hasn't given up at all!
Jack!
Whoa! Look at that!
That's a real punch from Jack!
It's sent even Pickle's giant 200-kilo body flying into the air.
Now that's a real punch from Jack!
This feeling...
it's not the same.
In the past, I've punched many jaws.
I've crushed many jaws.
But Pickle's is totally different!
It's as if his jaw alone weighs 200 kilos.
In other words, even though I used all my muscles, my bones, my breath,
all my capabilities to their fullest into throwing my best punch,
I couldn't even send a quiver through Pickle's skull.
Pickle's brain hasn't moved one iota!
Jack...
Why didn't that strike knock him down?
I've been watching this fight since before you arrived.
This is no time to be amazed at Pickle's sturdiness.
Oh, that pose...
Naturally, you remember.
That's the fighting pose
that instantly devastated the Chinese kung fu master, Mister Retsu.
The punch that Mister Jack hit him with a moment ago has fired him up.
Another way to look at it
is that Mister Jack pushed Pickle to his limit after a mere two punches.
Here it comes!
He's alone?
Whoa! He's been flung way up there?
His face had been torn off.
It was clear that the doping was having its maximum effect.
Though he was flung 15... No, 20 meters,
Pickle had already started to get up.
As he watched,
Baki understood that he was too late.
That understanding transformed into realization.
The realization transformed into pain.
Say, boss...
Why don't you tell me, boss?
We modern humans, have we evolved?
Tell me, boss!
This is...
This fight is...
So, boss, are you feelin' it?
Can you feel what I'm thinking?
What I've lived my life for?
Good food, good drink, women,
money, status, glory...
I've abandoned all those things.
I only need one thing.
I'm satisfied with a life lived for just one thing.
To be strong!
I never quit practicing, even to the point of incontinence.
I took drugs until I nearly died.
I wanted to grow large.
Using bone lengthening,
I obtained height in exchange for intense pain.
All of my biological activity is to obtain strength.
For this one thing I have strived for.
And now I represent the modern age.
So, boss...
This...
Fight...
Don't you think I'm suited for it?
Jack versus Pickle is a fight between the cutting-edge and the most ancient.
He came from long, long, long ago in the Cretaceous period.
Though the primitive man, Pickle, had never seen a mirror,
he quickly understood that what he had in his hand was a part of his body.
It was because of the pain.
Even amidst the intense pain, he heard it.
This is an underground arena.
It is shut off from the noises of the surface. It is soundless.
In this place where not a single sound can be heard, Pickle alone heard it.
Not a sound, but the soundlessness of silence.
"Sound."
The silence in his right ear. The silence in his missing left ear.
The silence in each ear was different.
Hatred.
Unforgivable.
Absolutely unforgivable.
This man who stole a part of me...
Say, boss. We modern humans...
He cannot be forgiven!
Have we improved?
Or have we deteriorated?
What's that sound?
He didn't budge.
He dodged it at the last second.
Has this guy developed that skill?
This dust cloud...
Why is there so much of it?
That sound... Where'd that sound come from?
Did you see that?
I saw it.
Mr. Tokugawa, do you understand what this means?
That sound.
Dodging without moving a single inch.
All this dust.
What the hell is going on?
I'm close! I'll definitely get him--
There's that sound again.
I missed!
Whoa!
He hasn't moved.
I know I swept both his feet from under him!
That's impossible!
It appears that what we're seeing is...
And there's that sound again.
That's the move of Pickle from that era, a move from the Cretaceous period!
What the hell is that?
Now I get it. So, that's what it is.
That's absolutely hilarious.
My punches were the most powerful and fastest possible.
I figured Pickle couldn't react fast enough
and couldn't move an inch.
Don't be stupid!
Not only did he move more than an inch,
he dodged the mighty blows I let loose with energy to spare.
What's more, he used the wall ten meters behind him like a spring
and returned to stand where he started, looking smug.
And I wasn't even able to see it happen,
twice!
How absolutely hilarious.
I once heard this story.
Let's say a human and a cat had to fight in a cage.
A cat has many weapons humans lack,
like claws, fangs, reflexes.
But most of all, their motor coordination and speed
are two aspects where humans are far inferior.
So without a weapon, humans cannot make up the gap.
Even if the human is dozens of times heavier than them.
That's what this is about!
Meaning, Pickle moved with a speed
that could never be matched by those dinosaurs' reflexes.
That's what it is!
So fighting this guy
is the same as being able to defeat all those dinosaurs!
God, for the first time, I ask a favor from you.
Please... please let me win--
It's over.
He's proclaiming victory.
'Cause he won.
You must be kidding.
A worthy opponent is a good friend.
They meet, fight, and victory is decided.
And as soon as it's over, they must part.
Because the victor eats the loser.
You've gotta be kidding.
I'm the one who wants to cry.
First Sea King Retsu,
then Katsumi Orochi,
and now Jack.
They're all men I admire.
Mister Tokugawa, this is no time to be indulging in sentimentality.
Baki!
Long ago... longer than long, long ago...
when Pickle was still a youth,
he was assaulted by an enemy smaller than him for the first time.
Eventually, he killed the rather pesky creature.
Pickle took apart the squashed being,
and ate it.
In his mouth, its honey sac burst,
filling his mouth with a bewitching sweetness.
Then it happened.
A shock.
There was a sudden shock that spread all over his mouth.
This sensation felt far worse than pain.
It was as if his mouth was suddenly a volcano,
spilling magma.
Though his mouth was small,
the scorching heat that burned inside it was far greater in size.
He's pretty sure he jumped all around.
He wasn't sure when, but he lost the ability to move.
He engraved into his mind,
that some things do not die even after being killed.
This man was clearly one of those.
Even in that state, he was certain this man had something left in him.
Those were the memories and feelings that stirred inside Pickle.
If they were put into words,
that is what they would be.
Naturally, they were not words.
Naturally, they were a momentary thought.
He sat down without eating him.
It's obvious that he's unconscious.
No matter how much of a beast Jack is,
there's no way he could fight back in this state.
So, why did Pickle withdraw?
What was he afraid of?
What could it be?
Don't!
Even while he's unconscious...
If Pickle had continued on and touched Jack,
his middle fingers probably would have pierced both of Pickle's ears
and most likely severed his medulla.
If that happened, that would've reversed the results.
It was a cell memory he had engraved into himself.
Even though unconscious,
Jack could administer the world's most powerful "fuck you."