Takara Fansubs Translation: Shippothekit
Takara Fansubs Encoding: Bader
Look up at the stars
An infinite number of scattered lights
Floating above the ring
Today rainbow-coloured sweat will fly
It's not bright tonight! My life
At this moment is only small
Like a lit firework
Our red faces flare up
I don't understand tonight! Now I'm
Suited for this lonely smell
Hit the waves and break them
Things like kindness have no meaning
It doesn't matter!
I can't hit in the temple?
That's enough!
I've had enough!
Bastard! You'll see!
Gramps, he did it!
Joe gave him a real blow to the temple!
What's wrong, Joe!? Joe!
Episode 6: Howl... Dogs Will Bite
Joe...
Joe!
His nausea has calmed down.
What caused it?
Uh, well...
There were no signs physically
or neurologically.
Medically, we can't explain why he vomited in the ring.
Joe's not too bad, is he?
It's very worrisome.
Go on, Joe. Sleep well.
Don't worry about anything.
If you want something, call me.
Anytime.
Joe was remarkable...
Normally, you can't overcome it.
He succeeded in hitting in the temple
while his subconscious prohibited him.
Still, he did it.
He's incredible!
But man can't go against his instincts.
It's sad but Joe is just a man after all.
Let's be realistic.
He did the impossible and his body panicked.
- Actually, Nishi... - Yes?
Take Noriko home.
Everyone's gone home but she insists on staying.
Alright.
Noriko... You're very kind.
But, we can look after Joe.
You can go home.
Come on, I'll take you.
Why? Why does Yabuki continue to box?
What is so alluring about boxing?
I can't stand to watch a single fight!
Noriko!
Noriko...
He's like a fighting dog.
"A fighting dog"?
Yes. A dog bred for fighting.
Right now, he's at the breaking point.
But he cannot give up fighting
even if he can't fight anymore.
In the end, he'll be slaughtered willingly
like a toy the other dogs use to train with.
His ears, his legs,
even his heart... are covered in wounds.
Well, Nishi... Is he asleep?
Yes. His breathing has calmed down.
Good, we'll sleep too.
Okay.
Hey, Yabuki... What happened to you?
Leave me alone. I didn't do anything.
You haven't changed.
Of course not.
I'm ready, Rikiishi...
I'll make my true come-back.
Joe! What are you doing?
What do you think? I'm training for the next fight.
What? Don't be so foolish!
You threw up yesterday! Stay in bed!
And don't get up!
He's right, Joe. Another match?
Don't even think about it! You have to rest.
Joe, go on... Go to bed.
Go lie down.
Let go of me, Nishi.
Gramps...
I haven't vomited yet...
Go away, please.
You hear me? Go away!
Joe...
Actually, I'm happy.
Because I know what I must do now.
I must vomit.
That's it. Vomit again and again
until I've gotten rid of all my memories of Rikiishi.
Tange Boxing Club
He wants to kill himself in the ring, in the shadow of Rikiishi's ghost.
Let's go, Noriko.
We must hurry and do the deliveries.
Yes...
Since he only hits the top of the bag,
the leather has torn away already.
He has to hit elsewhere.
Idiot! He's training hard so he can hit in the tempora.
Not "tempora"! It's temple!
Idiot! Don't laugh!
I'm not laughing...
Joe, come eat.
Nishi, let him sleep.
If he eats, he'll throw up everything.
It's nonsense to overwork himself when he's is already exhausted!
Let him be for now.
Anyway, he will not fight without an opponent.
Soon, he'll be too tired to move and he'll calm down.
Gramps... I'm going out.
I'll eat later.
Out? Where?
It doesn't matter.
You're letting me be, it seems.
Let me through.
- Will you come back? - Yes. Right away.
Hey, what's with the costumes?
Joe! Hit us in the "tempora"!
We want you back as soon as possible.
Go on, hit us!
I'm ready for you.
Alright!
Joe, where are you going?
Sachi, Kinoko, Chukichi, Tonkichi and Taro...
you make me happy...
Otaka Boxing Club
What? Yabuki's here?
Hey, Mr. President!
Well, Yabuki!
What's going on? You can get up already?
Quit your bullshit.
I came to demand an opponent. Bet you weren't expecting that.
Sorry, but I'm still screwed up.
Get me a boxer that's pumped up.
Fine. I'll do what you want.
Thanks! I appreciate it.
Hey, Carlos! It's Japan. We're there.
Carlos, wake up.
Okay, Robert. I'm awake.
That's enough, Joe.
You'll step into the ring tonight.
A little longer. Just a minute, Gramps.
Frankly...
it's gonna be hard for me to be your trainer tonight.
You can refuse if you don't want to.
I organized the fight without your consent.
I'll go, even alone.
There are moments of confusion that are worse than despair:
it's when one imagines that they still have some hope.
Koji Nango v.s. Joe Yabuki...
You lost against the champion and the number one bantamweight.
Now it's number two.
Listen, Gramps...
I am not fighting against Tiger Ozaki, Defending champion
or against Harajima, the number one ranking,
or against Nango, the number two...
My real opponent is the ghost of Rikiishi.
I want his ghost to say: "Joe, you've won. That's enough."
Otherwise, I will never abandon the ring.
Yabuki! You'll be punished if you lose again!
Nango! Beware of Yabuki's vomit!
Before the 10 round match, the highlight of the evening,
I have some good news to announce.
The Shiraki Club has invited
a Venezuelan boxer to Japan, well placed in the world rankings.
And now, the spirited puncher of the international class:
6th in W.B.C. Bantamweight...
Carlos Rivera!
He's gained 34 victories and only 5 defeats.
19 victories by K.O consecutively.
He has the stature of a world champion,
but he hasn't had the chance to prove it.
He earned the nickname: The Crownless King.
Here he is, the celebrity, Carlos Rivera!
Thank you, thank you so much.
He is not shy, this hot Latin rabbit!
Our Crownless King has a sense of entertainment.
The Shiraki has invited a sacred boxer!
Carlos Rivera deserves his nickname: The Crownless King.
It is said that the title holder
has repeatedly refused the challenges proposed by Rivera.
A bit much, perhaps?
No. Beautiful staging.
Carlos, thank you for encouraging
Nango and Yabuki who you're are about to meet.
O.K.
Good luck!
I wish you a good fight.
Please encourage the highest ranked class first.
What?
Oh, pardon. I've made a mistake.
Strange,
I have always acknowledged the strongest first.
Sorry about that error.
He can't be serious, that guy.
He has disrespected him by not welcoming him first.
He wasn't mistaken. He recognized Joe's potential.
Carlos is a first class boxer
he thinks that Joe can reach his level.
Do not betray his remarkable insight, Joe.
Charge, Nango!
Nango lets loose right off the bat.
Yabuki has already been pushed back into a corner.
It's disappointing.
Yabuki isn't the same anymore since his return.
A series of punches from Nango, a right, a left!
Noriko! It looks like Joe won't even last one round.
Will Yabuki fall? No, he's on the ropes.
In fact... He was not the strongest.
Carlos, Robert, we've seen enough. Let's go.
Down!
Gramps!
1... 2...
3... 4...
5...
6...
7... 8...
I'm ready!
This Joe Yabuki...
is the one who killed Toru Rikiishi, a boxer from your club?
Yes.
But as you can see, he's a mere shadow of himself.
It was only one year ago,
but it seems much more distant to me.
Hey, Yoko! Look!
- What is it, Carlos? - Too late.
I saw a beautiful neon light.
That great?
No, maybe it just seemed magnificent
because I only had a glimpse of it.
What's wrong, Yabuki? You're just taking punches!
Attack a bit! Counter attack!
Strange, Yabuki has hardly attacked his opponent.
Nothing but defence! A fight without interest.
Joe, why won't you attack?
If you can't strike the face,
try his faith or his body. That, you know how to do.
It's not good for you to abandon attacking.
Before losing, Joe, at least give him a real shot.
It's too painful for me to watch.
"Before losing"? Quit joking, Gramps.
My strategy is to not attack.
What?
Gramps, you remember
the tournament of the correction house on Nogiku island?
I'm fighting against Rikiishi...
You remember my strategy?
Bash him up, Rikiishi!
Beat up Yabuki!
At the time,
Rikiishi was already a professional.
My only weapon against him
was to let him vent on me.
I pretended
to have admitted defeat.
When I saw he was tiring, after a storm of blows,
I swung him
a cross-counter with all my strength.
I'm going to hit Nango in the temple.
Give him a terrible blow like last time,
throw him a cross-counter.
You'll see, Gramps. Next round, I'll start.
I'm going to finish it!
I will!
He managed a cross-counter!
Joe!
Get up, Nango! Take the chance. Finish him!
Did you see my punch to the temple?
Sad memories are hidden by your shoulders
You are walking alone in life
Now sweet comfort
Shouldn't hurt your back
Bitter tears overflow
Just pretend you don't notice
Bitter tears overflow
Just pretend you don't notice