Ichi Page #3

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Oh, no! I forgot my float.

You wait here. I'll go get it.

Coma!

Kotaro seems fond of you.

Do you like kids?

I hate them.

They're pests.

They won't shut up.

But they're pure of heart

so you can trust them.

But not the adults...

Not most of them.

You've got a bite.

No, I don't...

Hey, I do!

Well, well, well!

'Again tonight I sleep alone...

'Imagining being rocked

on my mother's knee.'

That song you sang...

How does it go?

'Abandoned...

'Imagining the face

I've never seen...

'Still, I can never hate you.

'How I want to see you.'

'Still I can never hate you...'

I'd like to hear it again.

Maybe someday.

Will you be staying awhile?

Till my search is done.

I see...

There might be a battle between

the Shirakawa and the Banki-to.

Do you intend to fight?

Well, I serve the Shirakawa...

Stay out of it.

Sticking your nose into things

just brings trouble.

I can't just stand by

while my companions are killed.

You could have helped that girl

they were beating up.

Why is it...

you won't get involved?

When you're blind,

you can't see the border.

Day or night...

Or if the road suddenly ends...

You don't see the line in between.

Everything scares you.

If a man's good or bad...

how can I see to know?

I can't tell any difference.

I can't even see...

if I'm alive or dead!

Not that I really care

if I live, anyway.

Wait!

Fight me with that.

Better not, Coma.

You're no match for her.

Here goes.

Right on schedule!

The Magistrate will be pleased.

Maybe.

The Banki-to should keep quiet...

while the Magistrate's around.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to hit you so hard.

Does it hurt?

So you're better than she is...

Yep. I'm really good.

But only with a wooden sword.

I can't strike with a real one.

Why not?

My father...

taught martial arts

for the Odaka clan.

Toma!

Mother!

My mother wasn't killed...

but she was blinded.

And I was never able

to draw a sword again.

No one has ever beaten me

with a wooden sword.

But as the son of a swordmaster

who couldn't draw a real sword...

I shamed my house.

My father began to hate me.

Five years ago,

he adopted his best student

as heir in my place.

And I left on a pilgrimage...

of which I am still trying

to find the end.

But my mother

never forsook me.

She always encouraged me

to become a true samurai.

But when I was 15, she died.

Even when she was gravely ill,

she struggled for life.

Though she was blind,

she never gave up hope.

She desperately wanted to live...

but that was not to be.

I am...

who I am.

The Magistrate has arrived!

So he's not...

the man you seek.

Are you leaving?

Yasuke!

Yasuke!

I don't care if you're

a Magistrate or not!

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