Mukoku (武曲 MUKOKU)

Too weak.

Voice.

Point the bokuto at the opponents throat.

Kill.

Kill, Kengo.

Excuse me...

It is ready.

Are you scared?

With a killing intent.

Above.

Ready.

Above.

Swirling quietness...

like a shimmering light...

beyond the world...

unlimited images forever.

Regenerated creativeness...

in the solemn spirit of silence...

liberated of despair...

beyond the border of revolution...

the music of nostalgia is evil...

let your karma come and go...

the strangeness of chaos...

you are your victory.

Winner or loser...

reject the growing sin...

swallow this desperate existence...

born again on the other side...

the piling up of desire...

your fate comes free from the abyss...

your fate comes free from the abyss...

your fate comes free from the abyss...

your fate comes free from the abyss...

let me out.

Peep from the abyss to the sky...

let me out.

Feel the regeneration to your cells...

scattered in eternity...

let me out.

Peep from the abyss to the sky...

let me out.

Feel the regeneration to your cells...

scattered in eternity...

let me out.

Driven by despair...

seeking absolute redemption...

from desperation to freedom...

let me out.

Let me out.

Let me out.

You'll have the same?

Uh?

Waiter a beer.

Who is he?

It's Nakase, Nakase.

You can't hold your liquor.

He doesn't have our training (Kendo joke).

Face your opponent?

You're not raising high enough.

Enough, you're being boring.

Hey, dude...

The master was hard on us.

I couldn't train that hard anymore.

Still I'd like to do kendo again.

Kendo again? Bullshit.

We're so busy now anyway.

Plus, quality time with the kids.

What was that?

Come on just try to come at me.

Come on, hit me.

You want to do kendo?

Right?

Come on stab me.

Come for it.

Stop now.

Could we have a glass of water?

And a sponge, please.

Waiter.

Water and a sponge please.

Weren't you a kendo instructor?

Uh?

You taught in high school?

An instructor? ages ago.

Are you provoking me?

You'll be fine.

Let it go.

You're so cool.

Enough.

Come get it.

What is it?

A magpie crosses a bridge in the sky...

It's from that antique poetry card game?

It's a work in progress.

A night close to the night...

drop that shit, it's painful to hear.

A magpie crosses...

a magpie crosses...

a magpie crosses a bridge in the sky...

Look at its white feathers...

A night close to the night...

a night of desire.

Antique poetry in a deck of cards...

... to keep up come...

Keep up my dream...

My doors keep the light through...

Pay for your concert ticket.

I'll pay you next time.

A bit dangerous, my men are dangerous...

You arrived again in the night?

It's possible.

How about shaving him?

There.

Mr Yatabe, we're shaving you.

Sorry, the cream is a bit cold.

I count on you.

Sure.

I am leaving.

Hey.

Hey, you, wait.

I said stop.

What?

What is it?

What?

What happened?

What?

You kicked my shinai down.

Your shinai?

Yeah, my shinai.

What does he want?

A little respect for your elders.

You kicked my shinai.

Put it back, quick.

WTF? -Are you talking to me?

Hey.

I'll take this.

Bastard.

Let me go.

What do you want.

You want a piece of me?

Come with us.

Come here, we'll see your worth.

Wait in line I'll take you one by one.

It hurts.

Don't fight.

Give him a mask.

It hurts, shit.

Keep quiet.

I'll get you all.

Shut up. -You're dead without this.

Take the shinai.

Calm down.

Mask.

I wasn't ready.

How about holding the handle?

In a sec baldy.

He's not bald.

Let's go.

Forward.

Come now.

"Sanseppo".

Master.

He hit his throat.

Sako.

You OK?

Next in line.

Hey, go now.

The aim of kendo is not to kill.

Loser.

What do I care about Kendo.

Ready.

Start.

It seems my boys were disrespectful.

Sorry.

Where did you train these legs?

I didn't train anything.

Excuse me.

What was that 'sansep' you said earlier?

Sanseppo.

"Kill the opponent three-ways".

Kill his sword, his technique and his courage.

Sanseppo.

Can we see again how your lower stance?

Ouch.

So? You saw it?

Hm.

See without your eyes.

Broaden your field of vision.

The sight is twofold...

For a strong perception...

the focus of the eye must be weak.

See the distant as if it was close.

The close as if it was far.

This is the tactics of war...

With a broad vision you catch the essence...

don't get absorbed into the opponent's sword but see his overall movement.

You don't get it?

I have a good job for you.

You'd like that?

Follow me.

Errands?