Canaan.
You're a victim whose past was eroded by war,
while she's an underdog who lost her past through a power struggle.
A soldier born from the loins of destruction will use hatred as her weapon.
Although your origin as soldiers may be the same,
your raisons d'être are different.
Listen, Canaan.
You should never fight hate with hate.
Never.
We have a winner!
Even if you were to use hate to take the life of another,
you would not be ridding this world of hatred,
so long as you remain its prisoner.
You are...
You are different from us.
I'll pick it up later.
"Cosplay Bar: A 4000-year-old secret Chinese ceremony."
"Nihao paradise!"
"Mystery! Ten people disappear from village in a single night."
This is shit; all of it is bullshit!
Do I really have to go all the way to Shanghai for this ?
This project can—
This fish tastes sweet, Mino!
And you of all people just had to be my cameraman!
Yes, it looks like we're in for a wonderful journey.
Why are you coming with me?
The chief seems to have taken a liking to you,
but a cub reporter like you shouldn't—
Cub reporters always cub for a good opportunity, you know.
I see.
I think the chief picked me based on the way I feel about photography.
We'll have to see about that.
Then why don't you convey those so-called feelings to me?
Sure thing.
I think there are many things in this world that people cannot see through their own eyes.
Actually,
they could see these things if they wanted to,
but they've closed their eyes to them on purpose.
They've done so because it is painful for them to gaze at those things with their own two eyes.
I think photos let you borrow the eyes of another.
They let you use someone else's, so you can keep yours closed—
Well said.
How about I open your "third eye" for you then?
There.
I can see.
I can see with it.
You're making a funny face right now, aren't you?
I'm not playing along with this.
I'll draw a bullseye on top of it next.
Now that's "hitting the mark"!
...also known as the International Conference on Anti-Terrorism,
Today, in Shanghai,
the International Conference on Anti-NBCR Terrorism Security and Cooperation,
also known as the "International Conference on Anti-Terrorism",
Yeah, I can't just piss away my life working as a gossip reporter for some small-time magazine!
I'm going to find me a big scoop in Shanghai and—
There! I see something!
Ignored!
I see it...
I want to see you,
Canaan.
You fired some unnecessary shots.
Cheapskate.
The underlying problem is not the price of ammunition.
We've received word that Alphard was taken into CIA custody near a port in Karachi.
In the past, the CIA had a mole inside Snake,
but that mole has already been exposed.
So even if we hadn't moved in—
She'll come back.
You have a job.
A truck protecting an Unbloom was attacked by Snake.
And?
Your mission is to rescue any survivors.
If there are no survivors on the scene,
it is possible that the attackers themselves were Unblooms.
All I have to do is make it easy for them to catch me, right?
You're Japanese, aren't you?
Do I have to answer that?
Do you know what the cat's cradle is?
I heard that the finger movements involved in it stimulate the brain
and it can also prevent senility to a degree.
Damn it.
Sorry.
Was I making a scary face?
Oh, thanks.
An Ua ?
Note: "Ua" is a Swahili word which means both "flower" and "death."
No, you're the flower that's bloomed in my heart, Hakko.
This is amazing!
This is quite a festival.
Let me check how they turned out.
You can't check them right away.
This isn't a digital camera, you know.
What?
Photos can become my eyes only after a lot of care and attention has been given to them.
I like your spirit,
but you can't survive as a cameraman like that.
The God of Reporting only cares about the fringe—
His fringe hairs!
Found you!
This is really awesome!
Right, Mino?
Huh?
Huh...?
I'm surprised we were able to obtain permission
to establish a foreign private military company here.
We did push pretty hard for it.
A single dispute could easily stifle an investment of this calibre.
This country seems to be quite simple when it comes to that.
Please allow me to handle the investments.
Now that I think about it, I've also heard rumors
about an interesting movement in the development sector as well.
Are you aware of something called synesthesia?
Sight, hearing, touch, smell, and taste.
Someone who can activate all five of these independent senses at the same time
is known as a synesthete.
Some can distinguish graphemes by color,
and others can physically "see" sound.
The effects seem to vary among synesthetes.
We're trying to take it a step further,
to see if we can utilize them for IFF purposes or something similar.
It's like taking the information gathered from one's sense of vision and passing it to the other senses.
That's pretty much the gist of the...
I must purify myself before I go escort Nee-sama.
Even without the help of synesthesia,
I can feel it through this purified skin.
I can feel her pulse.
The weak pulses tingle my abdominal muscles
while the strong pulses...
set ablaze the filth inside me.
That's my secretary.
Is your secretary taking a bath?
Liang-qi.
Could you get the Wall Street report?
Yes, Sir.
Are you all right?
Oh, yes, I'll be fine.
Here you are, Sir.
T-Thank you.
Oh, thank you.
It's almost time, Mr. President.
I wonder where Mino ran off to.
Oh well.
Wow!
That's right.
I want to see those unknown worlds
without closing my eyes.
It's scary,
but she's always looking out for me.
"You better keep that on Missy, unless you want to get soaked."
"What did I tell you, Missy? That dragon's mouth is like a water fountain."
Um, I can't really speak Shang—
"Xiè xie!"
Wow!
"Sugoi! Sugoi!"
The energy here is amazing!
Wow!
I feel... life.
I'm sorry.
E-Excuse me.
Run!
Canaan!
Why are you here?
I was about to ask you the same thing!
I wanted to see you for so long,
but you didn't call me!
Duck!
Are you fighting bad guys again?
More like... stupid ones.
I don't get it!
Come one, come all!
Welcome!
I was the one who shot this.
Look, Miss, if you really want to argue about this—
We have a winner!
Hold on, Canaa—
So you like stuffed animals?
Somewhat.
They don't have any color after all.
Stay here, and don't move.
No!
I want to move.
There's a festival going on out there, you know.
Do you have "that" on you right now?
"That"?
Are you talking about this?
Put your hands behind your back.
There we go.
Now you can't move.
It's just wool yarn, you know.
If I wanted to snap it, I could easily—
You'd snap it?
This is what let us become friends, remember?
You meanie—
Canaan!
A slightly senile old man,
and his brisk grandson who looks after him.
It is a beautiful sight, but...
I guess I got the wrong guy.
It all makes sense now that I think about it.
Oh yeah, where's Osawa?
It sure is getting lively here.
That's one flashy performance.
Hey... this isn't an act.
Do these people think this is part of the festival or something?
No, even though it's clear as day,
they're not looking at it on purpose.
Canaan!
I don't get it!
How about here, Miss Liang-qi?
You're worthless.
Put some more back into it.
Yes, Miss.
What is it?
Yeah.
Uh-huh.
Huh?!
Canaan did what?!
You're all by yourself?
The others were...
Leave the rest to me.
You stay here too, Hakko.
Hey, Osawa!
They're leaving!
Canaan...
Canaan is alive,
and her life is shining brightly.
It shines so brightly that I can't see it directly.
It's a little scary,
but I want to touch
that shining light.
You seem to be enjoying yourself.
Stop it.
Quite stubborn, aren't we?
Is that little girl really the head of Snake?
Yeah.
The head of the armed forces that have been shaking the world, eh?
That's quite hard to believe.
They were so misled by all the fuss that's been happening
that they lost their grasp of reality.
In the end they're nothing but snakes;
all they can do is ungracefully slither across the earth.
The advanced guard's been taken out!
Was it an IED?
Stop the car!
Stop it right now!
Episode One
Red Shanghai
Insignificant game.
The deathblow.
The cat's cradle.
An insignificant game.
The chaser.
Once you're caught, you'll be playing "it" in the moonlight.
Insignificant game.