Last Samurai Standing (イクサガミ)

Not enough.

Not enough!

Kokushu the manslayer.

I haven't had enough fun yet.

Let's fight to the death.

The battle is over.

But we're samurai.

We fight on regardless.

It ends too quickly?

These sons of bitches with their rifles and cannons.

See?

That's all it takes.

It doesn't even feel like killing.

What a civilized weapon.

The age of the sword is coming to an end.

Manslayers like us are no longer needed.

That doesn't change who we are inside.

We'll always be manslayers.

I liked the way you killed back there.

Come and show me how you do it.

You feel like fighting me yet?

Kill me.

If you don't kill me now,

I'll hunt you down for the rest of my life.

It's over now.

We'll meet again, all right?!

Kokushu the manslayer!

The era of the samurai is over. You just stay here until the day you die.

I wanna fight…

What a sorry sight you make, bukotsu kanjiya.

You disappeared ten years ago,

then suddenly reemerged for the satsuma rebellion

and even cut down your own allies.

How have you lived your life since then?

How have I lived my life?

I've been dead

this whole time.

I'm going to give you another chance to live as a samurai.

Hey! What's going on?!

Lord Okubo!

Lord Okubo, please.

If we don't exterminate the shizoku in this war,

they're sure to revolt against the new age!

Please Grant the police officers permission to carry guns.

- I will not. - Why?

How are we supposed to protect you from a potential assassination attempt?

Take their swords away.

- I will allow no more than that. - Mr. Okubo!

Heavy-handed oppression will only result in more uprisings.

Recall what happened in Kyoto at the end of the edo period.

How many of our comrades fell to the shizoku's swords!

If highly skilled samurai were to plot our assassination, we couldn't stop them!

We need guns to protect Japan in the coming era!

What good does it do to use force against force?!

What do you think Japan needs in order to grow strong as a nation?

- The people! - It's the people I want to protect!

You cannot win public support by force! Do you not understand that?!

Kawaji.

The shizoku will no longer be needed.

However,

unless we find a way to coexist…

This country has no future.

I… will not give up.

Mr. Kawaji.

Come in.

Excuse me, sir.

A telegram from Okubo for you.

To toshiyoshi kawaji.

We must discuss the future of the police.

I await you in Tokyo.

- Futaba. - Yes?

Go join them.

- Is that all right? - Yeah.

Thank you.

You sure?

We have two days until the rendezvous.

And besides,

these could be our last days together.

So that's how you look now.

How I look now?

Like a father watching his child.

Did having a family make you happy?

It did.

What's it like having a real family?

I'd sacrifice everything to protect them.

It taught me a way of life aside from killing.

As for me…

If I knew every day would be like this…

I'd have been better off dying in the succession match.

I've thought that many times.

Iroha.

You've got it wrong. I... I know.

I know.

I'm going for a walk.

What do you mean, if our siblings were in trouble?

Tell us the details.

Shujiro saga and iroha kinugasa are bound to get killed unless you do something.

You don't mean…

Gentosai?

Hey! Well done. You nailed it.

There's a festival on at the shrine up ahead.

That's where the two of them are.

As well as gentosai.

You…

Who are you?

Good question.

Lately, I'm not sure even I know the answer.

Better hurry.

Kyojin.

What was that about? Who's gentosai?

Shinnosuke, there are some things you're better off not knowing.

But...

since we're in it, we might as well enjoy this game they call the kodoku.

The eighth of the kyohachi-ryu successors, iroha kinugasa.

I found you.

It can't be…

All right. Let's get started.

Right!

Here we go!

Found you.

Kokushu!

It's about time we settled this!

Get back!

I knew it.

Nothing beats fighting you to the death.

You only kill for the thrill of it.

Look who's talking.

It's pathetic.

Everything is so pathetic!

And I'll destroy it all!

Stop it!

What's that, little miss?

Why do you kill innocent people?

You're no samurai!

Futaba! Stay back!

Then what is a samurai?

Answer me that,

little miss.

Don't, bukotsu. Let her go.

If I killed this girl,

I reckon you'd fight me then.

No. Don't do it.

Don't do it!

Move it!

Take that!

Move! Out of the way!

You have no chance with that arm. Just give up.

You're telling me to give up?

It's 'cause we gave up that we ended up this way.

How did it feel to have your sword taken?

Have you been happy?