Blade of the 47 Ronin

Lord Arai.

- Lord Arai. - Lord Arai.

Lord Arai.

Lord Arai.

Lord Arai.

Lord Arai.

Right this way.

You're early.

You're on time.

Very samurai of you.

Welcome to the House of Arai.

It's a pleasure to finally meet you.

I've never been in the presence of a witch before.

I figured it was urgent,

since we are breaking a 300-year-old protocol.

But I must say, I never expected the House of Arai to be here,

so far from home.

Well, despite its appearances,

Budapest is the crossroads of East and West.

Setting up here is--

Unnecessary?

Well, times have changed, Hirano.

We have both adapted to survive.

Sake?

Sake.

To trust.

So, what is this pressing matter?

Yurei is here, and he intends to destroy all samurai.

But it can't be.

And I fear betrayal from one of our own.

We need your help, Hirano.

-With what? -The Tengu Sword.

What?

The Tengu Sword was split,

so neither samurai nor witch could abuse its power.

We have to unite them again.

And Yurei knows that if we unite the sword,

it's the only thing that can stop him.

If that were true, then he'll come after us.

And even more reason we should never be in the same place.

Uniting the sword is not the answer.

If you can't protect your Warrior Blade,

then pass it on to another descendant.

What you suggested is no longer an option.

Yurei has killed all the others.

I am the last descendant of the 47 Ronin.

Suppose I believe you.

Are you saying if I give you the Witch Blade,

you intend to fulfill the prophecy?

We can unite the blade, and we can fulfill it.

Together.

Trust, Hirano.

The future of our two people can begin in this room

if we work together.

How good is your magic?

How good is your sword?

Let's find out.

Yurei.

Sorry about your friend.

The last descendant.

It must be hard carrying all that weight.

Your whole life predetermined just because of your blood.

Go fuck yourself.

I still feel it.

There's another.

Ooh!

Sorry. Annoying tourist. Sorry.

Oh.

Of course his name is Richard.

Oh, look. It's the geishas. Anyone need a coffee run?

Onami.

Oh, uh-- Lord Nikko.

Lord Okoro.

Lord Maeda.

Lord Shinshiro.

Lord Nikko.

As you all know, the House of Arai has fallen.

Lord Arai was a brother to us all.

We must investigate what happened and figure out our next moves.

What's there to investigate?

Arai is dead.

Yurei and Hirano are of the same blood.

Arai made a big mistake trusting a witch.

Unless Hirano was betrayed as well.

Why would Yurei kill one of his own?

Maybe Hirano refused to give up the Witch Blade.

Whatever happened between Arai and Hirano,

we still have to contend with the prophecy.

The Blade of the 47 Ronin, fortified by magic and valor,

will be wielded by a true descendant to defeat an evil borne from the past.

Arai was the last descendant.

He died, and the prophecy died with him.

The Record Keeper has seen another who can fulfill it.

Lord Ikeda, are you still seeking counsel

from flimsy fortune tellers and charlatans?

Come on.

Some of us respect our sacred traditions.

The Keeper had a vision of another descendant.

A young American woman here to collect her inheritance.

He saw the Warrior Blade in her hands.

You put your faith in an outsider, Lord Shinshiro?

Oh, and a woman, no less.

Samurai blood is strong.

But sharing blood doesn't mean she's bound to our cause.

We need to convince her to honor Lord Arai's legacy.

"Honor."

I lost a good friend, Lord Shinshiro.

A brother, huh?

So you talk about honor. Uh-uh. I am here to avenge him!

Avenge.

So, while you were busy, uh, reading scrolls...

...my clan invested in modern weaponry, hmm?

We can protect ourselves

by finding and destroying the blade.

But we have sworn to protect it.

Keep your strays in line, Lord Shinshiro.

My apologies.

But if brute force were the solution,

we would not have devoted lifetimes to the prophecy.

Guns do not defeat magic.

Let us take this evening to think about it.

We can put it to a vote tomorrow.

Well, I hope you all will come around by then.

Three, two, one, go!

-Whose face are you picturing? -No one's.

Fucking Nikko and his cock sucking bully.

Oh, so that's why you are so distracted.

I'm not distracted.

Look, here's a delicate situation.

Oh, a delicate situation? Yeah, let's blow this shit up!

Onami, that's not the answer.

I'm just gonna find the last descendant myself.

-Oh, no. She's plotting. -She'd better not,

'cause Lord Nikko wants her to stay out of it.

Yes, as geisha, we give the men what they want.

We're onna-bugeisha. Anything men can kill, we can kill better.

Stop provoking her, or she'll end up like Reo.

Reo was protecting me. He was set up.

Maybe, but he's a Ronin now.

Oh, my gosh. Mai.

He can help me track down the descendant.

You think Reo would still help even after being kicked out?

Yeah. Reo's a great tracker, and he wants back in.

Oh, yeah. He would do anything for you.

I tagged our prophecy girl.

Tracking strangers seems highly illegal.

She didn't feel me tag her, so it's not my problem.

Besides, we're in the criminal crossroads of the world.

Budapest once had a bad reputation for smuggling,

-but certain clans have histori-- -Spare me the history lesson.

God, you were never any fun.

You never listen.

-Know-it-all. -Deviant.

-Teacher's pet. -Flake.

Are you out past your curfew?

Come here.

Admit it. You missed me, didn't you?

Shut up.

Look at you, all grown up and shit.

-How'd you find her? -Oh, straight to business then?

No "Hi, Reo. It's good to see you! I missed you! I'm so glad you're alive"?

Geez.

These boring-ass samurai have been clearly rubbing off on you.

You mock them,

and yet you secretly follow them to their emergency summit?

Listen, I'm just looking out for you.

And the old man.

How is Shinshiro?

He misses you.

Yeah, right.

Luckily for you, I come bearing intel.

Hey, Rachel.

One Reo Special and whatever she's having.

I'm not here to drink.

Make that two.

- Sure thing. -So, listen,

me and the Record Keeper, we're like this.

Well, we've never really met in person, but other than that, like this.

So I asked him about this prophecy girl.

Turns out she's got quite the background check.

We should probably engage before she gets thrown in jail.

Our prophecy rests in the hands of a criminal?

Hey, now, let's give her a chance. Former criminal.

Who's been trying to hock some shady goods in a hurry.

She wants to sell an ancient legacy for a quick buck?

Hey, student debt gives no fucks.

Why here?

Do you know how much these people will pay for collectibles?

Look, the Record Keeper hacked her emails and found a deal she made

for an online buyer looking for an ancient samurai artifact.

As a matter of fact...

deal's going down right now.

Nero on Fire?

Is that shit stolen?

You don't even know me like that.

This is actually the one thing I legally acquired.

I'll come back later.

Dude! What the fuck?

Oh, shit. She's on the move.

Let's cut her off.