Lord of Vermilion: The Crimson King (ロード オブ ヴァーミリオン 紅蓮の王)

Don't underestimate me. I'm still an instructor.

Where are you, Tsubaki-chan?!

Here, Kotecchan!

Tsubaki wins!

This was all I could come up with.

Not bad.

That's enough, Haru!

Not bad, Akira.

Maybe I'll go all out, too!

It would've been nice to run with you more, Akira.

Sorry, Haru...

You can't beat Chiyu.

Cut the bullshit!

And in the end, it was just as planned.

We've always been broken.

Nationalist dog!

You're just a mutt sniffing around, yourself.

Not bad. I'm impressed.

You're as strong as ever.

That hurts.

Sorry. Looks like we both need healing.

Listen to your requiem.

I won't hold back!

You've wronged your country!

Suruga!

Sorry. Did that hurt?

The death god's scythe reaches all.

A secret arrow.

I see...

Was this the only way?

Fate is a shadowy figure.

Chase after it, and it runs. Run, and it chases you.

Are we evil?

Who knows? I certainly don't.

Can we correct this twisted fate?

I don't know.

Yuri.

Chihiro-kun.

Our Lives Are the Debt We Pay Our Enemies

Domyoji Dojo

Enough!

Life and death are two faces of the same coin

Oh, come on.

You keep going for the kote.

Go for the men, Chihiro-san.

A win is a win, Kotetsu.

Complaining about a loss reveals your immaturity.

Dad.

It's the mystery of non-killing.

Stealing your opponent's strength and using it to win

is the greatest essence of swordplay.

In a real battle, you won't be able to defeat your opponents with kote strikes.

I know.

Let's go again, Chihiro-san.

Sorry. I have to get ready.

No fair! You're just quitting after you win?

You don't want breakfast?

I don't know what to do with him.

If only he'd change his mind, I could live in easy retirement.

Your rolled omelets are the best, Chihiro-san.

You can't live without them, Kotetsu.

They're so fluffy...

I know. You stirred them a hundred times, right?

The secret is watching the heat and not stirring too much.

I don't need to know that. I just eat.

You should at least learn to cook.

Why? I've got you.

What am I, your wife?

Yeah, why not?

We'll take over the dojo together.

You'll be the instructor, and I'll be your assistant.

What do you think, Dad?

I prefer hot spring eggs.

That's not what I'm asking.

Then we'll have hot spring eggs tomorrow.

If we're going to be instructors,

we'll have to be good examples to our students.

You'll need to show them how strong you are.

Get a good men hit in.

You're stronger than me in matches.

Huh? I'm strong?

Seriously?

I've never beaten you, though.

Chihiro-san, are you really leaving?

Yeah, I guess.

Why? What's there to complain about?

I don't have any complaints.

Since you took me in, I've felt nothing but gratitude for you and your father.

He raised me until now. He even sent me to college.

But...

But what?

"To be or not to be."

Shakespeare again?

Answer the question, Chihiro-san.

I shouldn't have told you.

I'm just thinking about it for now.

What's going to happen to the dojo?

Is that why?

I knew there was some reason you were so persistent today.

Yeah, but...

I haven't decided yet.

Don't tell your dad.

Chihiro-san!

Ikuro.

Iku-san, good morning.

We have first period free.

Let's go to the cafeteria.

We ate already.

Well, I haven't!

They serve ginger-fried pork on Thursday mornings, right?

I always eat here.

Sounds like a heavy breakfast.

Okay, I'm in!

You already ate.

We're the only ones with first period off.

Go to class, first-year.

Don't be mean, Senpai.

What is this?

I'm covering my ears, but I can still hear it.

Ikuro!

C-Chihiro-san...

Kotetsu?!

Hang in there!

That sound...

"We are such stuff as dreams are made on."

"Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,

And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,

Leave not a rack behind."

The Tempest, huh?

Which means this is all a dream.

Fate, continuously woven from a thread of intertwining good and evil.

What are you trying to say?

Don't you like it?

They're all words that are inside you.

Even theater can be a killjoy if it's taken too far.

I like Shakespeare, but I don't like seeing it twisted so.

Man of vermilion.

Heroic power resides in your blood.

The king imprisoned on a desert island in a distant sea puts his subjects to work,

continuously searching for answers.