For the time being, he needs to stay like this.
Yes, sir.
Run antibiotics and painkillers in his IV.
Replace his bandages every 12 hours.
Yes, sir.
Sorry about the sudden call.
It's fine. I've done all I can.
There will be some scarring.
Also, his cervical spine suffered heavy damage,
but there are no neurological issues.
His body is in good shape, after all.
And what about this?
You mean he did it after losing consciousness?
Yes, when he was out cold.
You must know about this, Professor Payne.
Know about what?
Even when a human has lost consciousness...
In fact, even after a human has lost their life, they can still take action.
This is a story that took place under the special circumstances of war,
but it's a true story.
Soldiers captured the soldiers of their enemy's domain.
Since it was wartime, they were immediately sentenced to death.
As they awaited their impending deaths,
the commanding officer of the captured troops
made an outrageous proposal.
He said, "After I'm beheaded, I will pick up my head and run."
"I will run down the line of my troops."
"I want you to spare all the men that I am able to run past."
The enemy soldiers laughed uproariously.
They said, "Go ahead and try if you can."
He was immediately put to death.
Unbelievably, he ran.
He ran down the whole line of his troops while carrying his own head.
What?
It's a true story.
In which case, it's something Jack Hammer would do.
Awake or asleep, he's only ever pursued strength in life.
He is sure to have thought about how else he could fight on
after he was defeated and beyond.
He must have engraved his plan
into every corner of every cell in his body.
It's something I'm sure Jack would do.
The patient, Jack, is gone.
You can't be serious!
See?
I'm sorry.
I am sorry for leaving in the middle of our fight.
Let's continue!
He took five consecutive kicks to the face from Jack's powerful legs.
How much damage had Pickle suffered? In actuality, not very much.
Before, he had fought daily with beasts hundreds of times his weight.
Even though Jack had powerful legs,
and even though he had powerful fists,
his weight and Jack's weight were nearly the same.
So, why is he running?
It was no longer an issue of strength nor might.
I've never seen anyone like this man before.
A man who won't die after being killed, who won't die after he's dead.
That one, and that one, and that one,
when they died, it was all over.
Even that one didn't try to charge at him.
That's the rule here, isn't it?
Jack Hanma, a truly uncommon fighter.
He intentionally overworked his body.
He ingested an obscene amount of drugs, consequences be damned.
He was willing to have all four limbs cut off for bone-lengthening surgery.
With no expectations for the future, he lived purely for the present.
When you think about it, all of it is the ultimate in unnatural.
None of it exists in the natural world.
Like how people dread ghosts,
and like how people avoid the inexplicable,
Pickle also feared whatever it was that made Jack what he is.
However, a person can only turn their back on fear for so long.
Exactly two minutes after the fight had begun,
his pride at being undefeated in the Cretaceous was ignited.
It was a defeat that he himself sought. One he himself could acknowledge.
Even if he did want to acknowledge it, the coma he was in was too deep.
It was the second time in his life he had lost twice in a day.
Oh! Thank goodness.
You are quite strong.
This is the hospital you were in this morning.
You're back again.
Don't you dare.
You've already done enough.
You fought with that unparalleled cultural treasure,
and both times you injured each other. There won't be a third time.
You've done enough, Jack Hammer.
Where do you think you're going, Jack?
Jack, I know painfully well what you're feeling.
Not because we're brothers, but because we were both born warriors.
That's why I know it's over.
Jack!
You, you're through as a fighter!
Unless one acknowledges their defeat, they cannot be a loser.
This idea of Jack's had been elevated to the point of being his creed.
However, after being forced into unconsciousness a second time,
what Pickle did, what was done to Jack,
when Jack heard about it,
nothing could be more disgraceful to him, a warrior.
Pickle carried Jack from where they fought.
He carried Jack very carefully.
He handled him very carefully, so as not to drop him
or cause him any more injury.
But why? Soon, the reason would become clear.
Of all things,
Pickle was attempting to preserve giant Jack Hammer to be eaten later.
You know what that means, Jack, right?
He didn't bury you. He handled you carefully.
Not as an enemy, but as a meal.
You know what that means, right?
He says it's not fair now, so he'll wait.
He said he'll wait however many days it takes until the time comes.
The problem is where he's doing it.
He's right in front of him.
Two men are facing each other in the underground arena
without spectators.
He says he'll wait days, without eating.
Do you think Baki can win?
The great fighter Sea King Retsu was defeated.
The reborn Katsumi Orochi was crushed.
Even the beast Jack Hammer was...
You know, Yujiro,
as far as I know, those three...
they'd be the most powerful warriors of the Earth Defense Force.
Of these three, it would be no surprise at all
if any of them defeated Baki Hanma.
That's mefun from Hokkaido.
Shiokara made of salmon innards.
Oh, you're quite the gourmet.
It's my favorite.
Oh, really?
Like I was saying, the fighting power of those three is on par with Baki--
Mitsunari!
There's one thing that Baki's got that those three don't.
Baki's undeniably got my blood.
He's clearly of Hanma lineage.
What? But Jack's also got yours.
It runs thin in him.
Thin?
Seeing the results, it's clear. It runs thin in him.
You mean if he doesn't win, your blood runs thin in him? Good grief.
Your pride dumbfounds me.
Incidentally, Ogre,
don't you want to fight him?
Don't you worry, Mitsunari.
Don't give up on Baki Hanma just yet.
They're destined to fight eventually!
Whoever's left standing, I'll eat them.
I've heard that animals in the wild
can survive for long periods without eating.
But Pickle must certainly have reached his limit, don't you think, Payne?
I won't stand anyone else fighting Pickle except me.
I want to do it before anyone else.
Dammit. That's my problem.
Not just before anyone else, I should have been here from the start.
I should just be here.
Say, Pickle, let's stay like this
until the time comes.
Until then, we'll stay like this,
breathing the same air, sleeping when we're sleepy,
eating when we're hung--
Oh! That's right!
This guy's gonna eat. He's gonna eat me when he's hungry!
No, that problem's been solved.
We've already got the food that Pickle killed.
You mean that T-Rex that's preserved in the U.S.?
There was a lot of it.
Several tons.
But that's not beef or pork. It's an important cultural--
It doesn't belong to anyone.
Pickle obtained that himself, and put his life on the line to do so.
That dinosaur corpse is important cultural property.
There's no debate about that.
However, it's no replacement for Pickle.
He's alive, you see.
What's that?
This thing's priceless.
It's 40 kilos of real Tyrannosaurus meat.
This is probably far enough.
It's only 100 meters to the arena.
Let's get out of here. We'll be killed if he finds us here.
What? Really?
Pickle...
You're totally eating, man!
But that's raw, right?
It's got sand on it too.
Well, if you insist.
You know, this is actually really good.
Thanks for this, man.
This is totally great. What kind of meat is this?
I'm stuffed!
Wait.
If Pickle's full...
will he even fight?
He won't fight, never again.
Our team is currently achieving great results.
Results?
Using the T-Rex meat that's been preserved,
we're working on using biotech to reproduce it.
Is that kind of thing even possible?
Two years, the time it will take for Pickle to consume all the T-Rex meat,
is plenty of time to go from testing to production.
Pickle will never starve.
If he's satisfied, then...
Naturally, he won't need to fight.
Just like we normal people, who enjoy dessert after dinner.
VIRTUE
That's what Payne says.
Payne is a scholar.
He can't help but think that way.
I see.
Then what kind of ideas would a yakuza have?
What would Fighting Master Kaoru Hanayama think?
Though it wasn't for very long, I was in physical contact with Pickle.
Really?
You mean you fought him? When? Where?
It was just a pushing match.
Damn! I wish I could've seen that!
A pushing match between Hanayama and Pickle!
So, who won?
Don't you worry, Noble Elder.
Pickle's on our side.
Our side?
Whether he eats you or not,
he loves a good contest of strength.
Just like when the finest of men and the finest of women
are in the same room...
they can't remain strangers.
The admirers face one another and their gazes come together.
They're in a fighting arena.
There's no way nothing will happen.
It was a spur-of-the-moment idea.
But the provocation was way too effective.
Even though he was already very satisfied,
and even though he felt at peace.
Pickle couldn't understand language,
but his wrath was set aflame by this obvious provocation.
It wasn't the least bit violent,
and was actually quite gentle,
but the soft approach
deeply injured Pickle in a way he never had been before.
It was the third UFK tournament in Charlotte, North Carolina, U.S.A.
Lorion Grassy had easily won the tournament the first time.
He was the top seed by far.
His opponent in the first match was a mysterious fighter.
His name was Timo.
Lorion was predicted to win instantly, but it was a shockingly tough fight.
Lorion barely won the match,
and was so exhausted that he lost his sight. He forfeited his second fight.
Timo had fought an incredible fight that exceeded expectations.
When asked about the secret to his superhuman power, he said...
That jerk slapped my cheek! Gently!
So lightly, it was condescending!
Pickle, thank you.
You understood that I insulted you.
Pickle, you've evolved.
For the first time since you were born,
you're fighting not to eat, but to defend your pride!
It's just begun.
The most powerful male of the era of the dinosaurs versus Baki Hanma.
Whoa! He's knocked him down!
It was a ferocious high roundhouse kick.
It was an extremely fruitful and majestic kick,
and very typical of a first blow from Baki.
Pickle's appetite has been satisfied.
I'm sure Baki will communicate to him
that fighting itself is a culture,
not a means for hunting or eating.
Surely, Baki will convey to him that this fight is to defend his pride,
to protect his dignity.
He will communicate this kindly,
and in terms that couldn't be any easier to understand.
Kill or be killed!
It's not about that.
Eat or be eaten!
It's not about that, Pickle.
Does he intend to kill him?!
What we're gonna do isn't a fight to the death.
We don't have to take each other's lives.
There's no need to go that far.
He's gonna end it!
No. No, he's not.
Aw, man!
Is he gonna go to the ceiling?!
You get the picture, Pickle.
That's the way.
That's exactly what you've gotta do in a contest of strength.
They're high, too high! They'll never break their fall.
They're 20... No, 30 meters high!
Whoa!
Oh shit, they're way too high.
This won't end well.
Wow, we're so close to the lights.
We're so high!
Oh, they're here.
This is insane.
The ground...
They're standing!
Ludicrous!
Pickle maybe, but for Baki to be able to stand up immediately after?
Impossible...
Is Baki Hanma really that tough of a warrior?
He's closing in on him.