Bushido Man

Master!

Toramaru.

Good to see you back.

Don't be so formal.

Look at me.

You look well.

You also seem well, Master Gensai.

It appears you have learned much.

Is your ascetic training complete?

I spent a year roaming

throughout the land.

My journey is ended.

Don't be so hasty, Toramaru.

Let this old man savor the tale.

Take your time.

Tell me everything.

Who was your first fight

after you left here?

Yes, sir.

I challenged the one

who best matched my skills.

Know your opponent

by what he eats.

It seems you have

followed my teachings.

Noodles and pot stickers?

Was it a set menu?

A classic combination, no?

Who taught you to put chili oil

directly onto the pot stickers?

My own idea, sir.

Well done.

You're truly my disciple.

Chinese food, you say?

Let me guess who it could be.

Obviously a proponent of kung fu.

The kung fu master, Yuen Jeng?

Correct.

A fine battle, indeed.

Making the fight equal

shows true bushido spirit.

PRECEPTS OF KUNG FU

You've done well.

The possessor of the original scroll

is a true martial artist.

One thing, though.

Did you read the scroll?

No, sir.

I brought it for you to read.

I am not worthy to do so.

Toramaru, you are indeed a noble warrior.

Continue.

Who did you then fight?

Or rather,

what did you eat next?

Cheese-stick snacks

and vegetable juice?

Cheese and vegetables?

Who could that be?

Can you give me a hint?

What?

A corn soup-flavored snack?

What does that suggest?

It's not about flavor.

I know.

It's the stick factor!

A stick and a liquid.

Liquid stick.

Liquid.

Stick fighting?

A pOOT pun!

CHALLENGE!

SURRENDER:

So you fought

with Master Mokunen?

A tad too flippant for my taste.

He knows the value

of composure in a fight.

You did well to learn

and use that lesson.

I thank you, Master.

He surrendered his

stick fighting scroll to me.

PRECEPTS OF STICK FIGHTING

Well done, my boy.

And what did you eat next?

Don't tease me!

Give me a hint.

Some sort of rice bowl?

Tomato and mince over rice?

Enough! Stop eating!

Wheat noodles?

A delicious broth, too.

Definitely not ramen noodles.

Stop eating for a moment, will you?

Give me a hint, man!

I missed the most important clue.

The rice spirits cocktail!

Okinawan food, obviously.

Yes, taco salsa over rice.

And wheat noodles.

Let me guess.

Your next opponent used nunchaku.

Nunchaku Rinryu.

It's no big deal.

It's no big deal.

No big deal.

That was somewhat anti-climatic.

It seems all you did was eat well.

A classic example

of being too self-confident.

Beware of that trap.

PRECEPTS OF NUNCHAKU

The actual fight

is what's interesting.

Were there no fiercer,

more exciting battles'?

Red tuna-

the commonest cut.

Kushiro City, Hokkaido?

Muso, the blind swordsman.

Muso is a master of the sword.

It's you, is it?

Collecting scrolls, are you?

How do you know?

I may be blind,

but I can smell a rat.

Cosmic Toramaru,

the all-round martial arts master.

I've heard of you.

I wish to challenge you.

Judo, karate, boxing and Tae Kwon Do.

Is it true you wish to excel

in all the martial arts?

That's correct.

Doesn't too much variety

weaken your core?

Take up your sword and find out.

Unlike other disciplines,

the sword is unforgiving.

It's kill or be killed.

Are you ready for that?

Naturally.

Then I won't disappoint you.

Seventy.

Seventy five.

Eighty?

Your heartbeat is rising fast.

Ever faster.

A cold sweat.

Streaming down your face.

The smell of fear.

A poor attempt.

Far too clumsy.

Incredibly foolish!

Not worthy to fight me.

Downward right slash.

Left foot forward.

Leaving your sides exposed.

Wasted movements

betrayed by your garments.

Don't be so surprised.

I may be blind,

but I see everything.

Your movements, posture,

even your facial expressions.

I see you in totality.

Enough of your shallow cleverness.

I'll not soil my blade on you.

Are you insane?

As you wish.

Cold.

No other blade has

come this close to my skin.

So you beat the famous Muse'?

Wasn't a blindfold

sufficient handicap?

You sliced your eyelids

to negate any distractions.

I'm impressed by your insight

in such a short encounter.

You should be thankful

you met Muso.

The nunchaku battle

was a disappointment.

Yuen Jeng, the kung fu master.

Mokunen, the stick fighter.

Muse, the master swordsman.

All are representative warriors of Japan.

I'm proud you were able

to beat them all.

You've proved yourself

a worthy successor to me.

SWORD MASTERY:

This has all set me to thinking.

Your tales of battles

have made me hungry.

Hey, Denko.

Denko, prepare something to eat.

Right away, sir.

Toramaru, will you join me?

No, thank you, sir.

Before that...

What now?

You'll only whet my appetite more.

These stories are torture for me.

Don't dare lick your lips.

Your next opponent is from Osaka.

That's enough. Say no more.

Yokohama? The outlaw city

with no gun nor sword restrictions?

Unceasing earthquakes

had destroyed the entire area.

A once thriving metropolis

turned to desert.

Aptly dubbed "Violence City. "

Blood brother, no!

My comrade in arms.

Best you leave the mask on.

Mind your own business.

Good health is everything

to martial artists and gangsters.

Doesn't matter to a man

about to end it all.

It's good to decide

one's time of death.

I have no wish to stop you.

But before you do...

will you accept my challenge?

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