Blade of the Immortal Page #4

So you are manji.

Shizuma Eiku,

swordsman of the Itto-Ryu.

So manji...

How about joining up with me?

What are you talking about?

We rub out Anotsu.

Don't get me wrong.

I bear him no grudge.

Far from it.

I have great respect

for his strength of purpose.

And courage and skill

far beyond his years.

A man gifted enough to do that

would still only be human.

He could die

with his goal unreached.

But with you, that would not be

a matter of concern.

Did a guy called Magatsu

tell you about me?

Neither you, nor I

could take Anotsu ourselves.

- But together...

- I'll let you live.

Now get lost.

Is that your answer?

A gut feeling tells me...

Not to hook up with you.

And I thought we'd have

a meeting of minds.

RIN:
Manji? Are you all right?

Just a scratch.

Itto-ryu?

Yeah.

Sorry about this.

I'll say it again.

You and I should understand

each other better.

She got to you, too?

Long before I had anything to do

with the Itto-Ryu.

MANJI:
How long?

Two hundred years or so.

RIN:
Two hundred?

I've seen whole ages

come and go.

I've had five wives,

and more than that in friends.

All dead, while I remain.

Death is merciless.

But...

Never dying is far worse.

I will ignore the answer

you just gave me.

Think it over.

RIN:
Manji?

You're bleeding.

Are you okay?

Ah.

- Manji!

- Look away!

That bastard!

He had something

on his sword.

It's weakened the bloodworms.

You're bleeding!

- I'll get a doctor.

- That won't help!

- But you'll die!

- No, rin!

Stay here!

Why do you need him that much?

What I need

is a man just like me.

Or perhaps...

You'd like to qualify?

Lick it.

If two people

bring new wounds together,

their blood will mingle,

and the worms will migrate.

Go on.

I wish it were true.

If it were that easy,

I'd never have lost anyone.

SHIZUMA:
Manji.

Lay one finger on rin,

and I'll cut you in pieces.

Then I'll wipe out the Itto-Ryu

root and branch.

Step outside.

SHIZUMA:

Is that your final answer?

It's a perfect moon

for last rites.

Dying's hard, isn't it?

The only thing

I share with you...

Is this pain.

If I can't win you over,

there's no help for it.

I knew you put something

on your sword.

SHIZUMA:
Bloodworm poison.

I found it when I was wandering

in Tibet.

It weakens the bloodworms.

Enough of it...

Can even kill us.

So we could die?

Manji!

But I can't.

Rot, you old bastard!

I guess...

The worms don't love me anymore.

Why did you stay silent

and let me cut into you?

You could have dodged.

You know why.

I'm tired...

Of being alive.

The council of elders has agreed

to your conditions.

Your dearest wish

is about to come true.

Abayama, I will pay a visit

to mt Takao.

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