Get up.
You may not understand our language but you understand what I'm here for.
I'm here to fight you, Caveman.
Yes, he understood perfectly.
His hair stood on end,
and he broke into a smile.
"This place is good," he thought.
"Very good."
He flexed in anticipation.
Ever since he'd come here,
wonderful things kept happening.
And now again today,
here was another plaything for him.
This one wasn't like that one or that one.
Nothing he'd faced here before
had come at him like this.
With such a simple, basic, straightforward attack.
This kind of undisguised ferocity
brought back nostalgic memories.
Yeah, I was afraid of that.
You can take the full brunt of a blow like that, straight to the head
without it having hardly any effect at all on your brain.
I bet you've got the bone structure and neck muscles
of a water buffalo, don't you?
But as impressive as that is,
what really impresses me are those canines of yours.
That punch didn't knock a single one of them loose.
Those chompers are way too big to be called teeth.
They're fangs. They're weapons in themselves.
Pickle...
Let's have a bite-off.
I've built up my jaws and my teeth
until they're strong enough to chew coconuts to shreds.
In your day, I bet those fangs of yours
could bite through a dinosaur's armor, right?
So let's just find out whose bite is better.
Even without knowing the words, he understood,
like an infant understands the beating of its mother's heart
like two lovers understand what draws them toward each other
without the need of words.
These two weapons from two vastly different eras
were drawn toward each other, as if by some primal instinct.
They wanted to meet.
To converge.
To join.
To be with each other.
DIE BAKI
That's right, Noble Elder.
Yeah. Sorry 'bout the short notice.
Mm I see.
Tomorrow morning?
You wanna a fight in the arena?
Well, yes, that might have worked...
but it's a bad idea.
And anyway, your timing's a bit off, I'm afraid.
- What? - Huh?
Listen, Baki.
It might be easier
if I were to just tell you what I'm watching at this very moment.
You've gotta be kidding!
Afraid not.
I'm sorry, Baki. You're just too darn late!
Uh.
What is it? What's wrong?
Jack!
How humiliating.
What is it?
What a disgrace!
Good heavens!
His face!
It's been eaten!
Is he really...
Yes, he's laughing!
He's actually laughing! Incredible!
Even after all that, even with half his face chewed off,
he's still not ready to give up!
Yes, Jack!
Whoa, look at that!
What a haymaker!
He sent Pickle flying, and he must weigh over 450 pounds!
Jack has knocked him back into the Stone Age!
That didn't feel right.
I've punched a lot of jaws in my time.
I've smashed a lot of jaws.
But... but Pickle's jaw felt totally different.
Harder, heavier.
It was like his jaw alone weighs nearly 450 pounds!
I can tell that
even though I put all my muscles, my bones, my breath,
and every bit of my training and skill into throwing my very best punch at him,
I barely even managed to send a quiver through his skull!
I didn't get his brain to move a fraction of an inch!
Oh my.
How is it possible that Jack's blow didn't knock him flat?
I've been around Pickle for a while.
When you've seen him fight as often as I have,
you learn not to be surprised
when you see him take a blow that would have felled an ox.
Huh?!
Oh! That looks familiar.
Yes, it does.
We've seen it before, haven't we?
That's the very same fighting stance that Pickle took on
right before he destroyed
that supposedly unbeatable Chinese kung fu master, Sea King Retsu.
Obviously, the last punch Jack landed has fired up Pickle's blood.
You have to give Jack credit.
After landing only two blows, he's forced Pickle
to take him seriously enough to regard him as a real threat.
[all gasping ♪
Where's Pickle?
He grabbed Pickle and just threw him out of the arena!
Half his face had been torn away.
Clearly, the doping was proving effective.
Meanwhile, even though he'd been thrown 50,
no, 65 feet,
Pickle was already starting to get up.
As he stood there watching, Baki understood he had arrived too late.
And with that understanding came a realization.
And with the realization, pain.
So tell me, boss.
Come on, I really want to know your opinion.
What do you think of us modern humans?
Have we evolved since your time?
C'mon, boss, what do you think?!
Tell me!
This is...
This fight is...
Do you get it now, boss?
Are you beginning to understand?
You see what I've done?
You see what I've spent my whole life becoming?!
Good food.
Good drink.
Women. Money.
Fame and glory.
I've given up on all those things.
There's only one thing that truly satisfies me
I wanna be strong!
That why I abandoned everything else!
I was always training, even to the point of incontinence.
I pumped so many drugs and 'roids into myself, I nearly died.
I wanted to make myself bigger, so I had my bones lengthened.
And I got taller.
But that cost me unbelievable pain.
Everything I've done has been for one purpose. To gain strength.
That and that alone is what my whole life has been about!
And now here I am, representing the modern age.
So tell me, boss.
I'm doing pretty good, don't you think?
Jack versus Pickle,
a battle between the cutting edge and the primeval.
He had come from long, long ago, in the Cretaceous period.
But even though Pickle was a primitive man who had never seen a mirror,
he understood at once that what he held in his hand was a part of his body.
Even as he felt intense pain, or perhaps because of that pain,
he could hear it.
The arena was located underground,
shut off from the noises of the world above.
Silent.
In this place where not a single sound could be heard,
only Pickle could hear it.
Not a “sound,” but the soundlessness of silence.
The silence in his right ear, and the silence in his missing left ear,
they weren't the same kind of silence.
Hatred.
Rage.
It was unforgivable.
This man stole a part of me...
So, boss what do you think of us modern humans?
This man must be destroyed!
Have we evolved?
Or have we gone backward?!
What was that sound?!
He didn't budge.
Did he dodge it at the last second?
Could this guy really be that fast?
This dust...
Why is there so much dust?
And that sound!
What was that sound?!
- See that? - Sure did.
Mr. Tokugawa. so you saw it too, huh?
Eh? You know what this means, don't you?
That weird sound and all this dust,
and him just standing there, not moving an inch.
I don't know what the hell's going on,
but I'm close enough this time that there's no way I can miss!
There's that sound again.
Did I miss?
He hasn't moved!
Impossible!
That kick should've knocked his legs out from under him!
It can't be!
Pickle has more tricks up his sleeve than we thought.
There's that sound again.
We been focusing only on his great strength.
We forgot that he's incredibly fast.
Wait a second.
How'd that happen? What the--
Now I get it.
That's hilarious.
With the power and speed behind those punches I was throwing,
I figured there was no way
this caveman was quick enough to dodge them.
I didn't think he moved an inch.
What an idiot I am!
Yeah, he was quick enough, all right.
And he moved a hell of a lot more than in inch!
It's gotta be more like 30 feet!
All the way back to those walls.
And then he used them like a springboard
to end up right back where he started,
standing there with that dumb look on his face.
That explains that sound.
But I didn't see it!
He did it twice, and I couldn't even see it!
Hilarious!
Reminds me of something I heard once.
Let's say you put a man and a cat together in a cage to fight it out.
Now, the cat has claws, fangs, and quick reflexes...
But put all those aside,
because more importantly, the cat has coordination
and speed superior to anything a human can hope to match.
Even with a weapon as an equalizer,
the man knows that, physically, he's not in the same league as the cat.
Even though he may be dozens of times heavier and stronger!
That's what this is about!
I'm forgetting that Pickle lived in the age of the dinosaurs!
The only way he could have survived
was being faster, smarter, and better than they were!
So that's what it comes down to.
To win this fight, I've got to beat the guy
who beat the most powerful creatures that ever walked the Earth!
God, I've never asked you for anything before,
before, but I'm asking now.
Let me win!
Please help me--
This fight is over.
Is that a victory dance?
Well, why not? He won.
Good grief, he's crying again!
A worthy opponent is like a good friend.
But only one of you can win.
And when the fight is over, you part.
And the victor eats the loser.
You have got to be kidding!
To hell with Pickle, I'm the one who should be crying!
First it was Retsu,
then Katsumi,
and now Jack!
All of them
men that I admire greatly!
Come now, Mr. Tokugawa.
This is no time to be indulging in sentimentality.
Huh?
Baki, wait!
Huh?
What the...
- Huh?! - Huh?
Long ago,
longer than long ago,
when Pickle was still a youth,
he found himself for the first time being attacked
by a creature smaller than he was.
It was very annoying,
but eventually, he managed to kill it.
As he usually did with his attackers,
he dismembered the creature's crushed body
and ate it.
When its honey sac burst,
his mouth was filled with a beguiling sweetness.
Then it happened.
A shock.
He felt a sudden shock of pain in his mouth.
But this sensation was worse than mere pain.
It went beyond pain.
It was as if a volcano had erupted in his mouth,
filling it with hot magma.
Though Pickle's mouth was small, the pain was huge.
Beyond imagining.
For some time, he flopped around in agony.
And then,
he lay paralyzed,
his body incapable of any movement at all.
At that moment, it was engraved on his mind
that some things don't die when they are killed.
This man was clearly one of those.
He may appear helpless,
but Pickle was sure he had something left in him.
This is how Pickle might have described these feelings,
if he had the words to express it.
But, of course, he didn't have the words.
It was only a thought that passed through his mind.
A memory, an instinct, and a sense of danger.
So he's calling it a day
without eating him.
- Huh. - Huh?!
But why not? He's completely helpless.
Jack may be a fearsome opponent, and he put up a terrific fight,
but look at him!
He's certainly not capable of fighting back now.
So, why would Pickle just withdraw?
What could he possibly be afraid of?
Hmm.
- What is-- - No, don't touch him!
Huh. What?!
But... but he's unconscious !
So that's it.
If Pickle had come close enough to touch him,
Jack's middle fingers would have pierced both of Pickle's eardrums,
and probably would have severed his medulla oblongata!
An amazing attack!
That would have changed everything!
It was a cell memory
that Jack had engraved into his innermost being,
so that even when he'd lost consciousness,
he could still administer the world's most powerful "Fuck you."