Gintama. (銀魂)

When that man

ran over the battlefield, amidst the bloody winds,

he was truly an oni.

So you're the boss?

Looks like I drew the winning card.

We finally meet.

Samurai.

What is your name?

Pakuyasa!

Gintama

The Battle on Rakuyo

Pakuyasa!

No, that's not me.

That wasn't me.

Don't play dumb.

You can deceive the eyes of others,

but you cannot deceive my enlightened eye,

Pakuyasa.

I'm not Pakuyasa. I'm the White Yasha.

Please watch this program in a bright room and at a safe distance from your TV!!

It is indeed possible that I got the name wrong.

But even if my eyes and ears are closed,

I can perceive everything with this eye.

That flabby double chin of yours, and your Idaho accent,

definitely belong to Pakuyasa.

No, that's completely wrong.

You're describing a different person. What is that eye looking at?

And just like it was then, your heart is filled with thoughts of one person...

Is it your master?

Or your friend, or the object of your revenge?

I can't lose!

Until I reach him,

I can't lose to anyone else!

You want to be my student?

Sorry, but I've never tried to recruit new students.

If you really want to be my student,

go buy me some yakisoba bread.

I cannot lose

until I bring him this bread!

Yeah, that's me.

Huh?

There was once this kid who came to me and said he wanted to be my student.

But I figured he wouldn't last a minute on a battlefield,

so I put him in charge of supplies.

He was all about appearances.

Everyone called him Pakuyasa.

I see.

I was wondering why this wasn't making sense.

So you spent a decade looking for the yakisoba bread supplier, huh?

He had no prowess with a sword, so he quickly left the battle

White Onibito

and opened up a candy store called White Onibito,

but someone sued him,

so next he opened a place called White Pantyhose

White Pantyhose

and was arrested for public indecency.

Now he's doing shady part-time jobs.

I wrote down his address on this.

If you want to go see him, why not—

Pakuyasa

You're telling me that I, the Star Sword King,

failed to defeat one of your students and spent ten years searching for him?

If that's true,

then the man whose life as a swordsman ended at my hand

is an insect worth even less than that.

I told you, I can see you!

Pakuyasa

You can't see a thing.

You haven't even seen the tip of a samurai's topknot.

If you want to know, then use that eyeball to look deep inside me.

It might be an abyss that you can never come back from.

I'll do that,

right after I cut your belly open.

Drop the act.

You deflected the blade at the last moment to avoid a fatal blow.

The next action you'll take is...

Below!

You'll twist your torso to avoid a deep wound and counterattack.

Then a spin kick to keep the pressure up.

An attack from a blind spot!

What's wrong?

Is this what's deep inside a samurai?

The old you...

No, your student, was much stronger.

This is... a projection of murderous intent.

He's using my eye's ability, to put pressure on me with just his murderous intent!

This is the same feeling as before...

Maybe it's bad to have vision that's too good.

If your eyes take in all that you see,

you'll be so busy looking at everything, you'll miss out

on what you really want to see.

I see...

What I fought back then wasn't your student.

It was the murderous intent behind him that you threw at me!

Back then,

the worldly thoughts of your overzealous student caused me to lose sight of you.

But this time, that won't happen.

Your target is the life of a swordsman.

And I'm after

the real you!

What does a swordsman think of when he realizes his own death is upon him?

What does he think of in the last moments before his death?

The answer... is nothing.

To accept the irrationality of death, a swordsman simply empties himself.

An emptiness where even true despair no longer exists.

Thus, when I see this emptiness in a foe,

I realize...

that I have won, and I am alive!

I'll have eggs sunny-side-up for breakfast tomorrow.

No!

He's still far away from death!

Too bad.

That one wasn't me, either.

I told you, your eye's too good.

Even without a giant eyeball like that,

I can see exactly what's inside you right now.

Want me to tell you?

You're empty.

You're the second one...

You're the second person whose mind my eye couldn't see.

One is a man who thinks about tomorrow's breakfast

as he stands next to the abyss of death.

The other is empty even as he is alive.

What is that thing to you?

Do you intend to fight it?

That's what I want to know.

I wish you could use that eye of yours to find out.

Even with my eye open, I couldn't see the outcome of a battle

between two men I don't understand.

You're a man who's lived with death by his side.

The death of others, your own death,

they've always been close enough for you to reach out and touch.

And you still live that way.

To you, breakfast and death aren't that different.

They're just a normal part of your life.

But to that man, there is no life or death.

How would you fight something so empty?

Unfortunately, I don't have a nice eyeball like you that can see this and that.

It's all I can do to pursue one thing in front of me.

So whether it's the abyss of death

or an empty void,

I won't fight for the manju offered to my grave.

I'll fight for tomorrow's breakfast.

That's all.

It's ironic.

Now that my eye is closed, I can see for the first time.

That's no endless abyss.

He's just endlessly stupid.

Shirei-sama!

The Hotei's been sunk, right after the Fuso!

What are you doing?

You're not fighting a fleet!

Just one old guy!

What's going on here?

The son, the dad...

They really look like they might destroy the Harusame on their own.

If this is going to be a legendary battle,

will there be anything for us to do in it?

We can say there were those who watched the legends' backs!

Hurry!