Come back...
Come ba-a-a-ck...!!
He is an ''ARMS,'' just like yourself.
A child possessing the arm of a god.
Don't do it...!!
Ryo...
Aside from you, there are two more ''ARMS''...
making it four in all.
I'd been searching for enemies.
I could tell I was close by the vibrations in my ''ARMS.''
What?!
There's someone out there with an arm like mine??
Th-That's right...
We were hoping to contact him, but...
Tell me his name and where I can find him!
His name...
is Takatsuki Ryo.
So you thought I was your enemy.
But it turned out you were an ''ARMS,'' like me.
The Egrigori themselves say they've sent out assassins, right?
Uh-huh...
So let's go kick their asses first...
then make 'em tell us where the other two ''ARMS'' are...!
It's all about the violence with you, isn't it.
There. You feel that?
Yeah. Weak, but definitely there, in my right arm.
Felt totally different from the time I met you.
It shook a little, faded, and was gone.
That can't be!
It would mean there's another one of us here at school!
I guess it would, wouldn't it.
But...
That, or an enemy with ''ARMS.''
Keith...!!
Either way, I don't like it...
It makes me feel we're being set-up by fate, or destiny.
If it is Keith, bring him on!
Whoa, whoa...
We really don't know yet, do we.
Let me look around, see what I can find out.
And Hayato...be good, will you?
...and to get two new transfer students, one after another? Strange.
Yes, and this latest one's a problem child, too, like that Shingu Hayato.
He's left school after school, apparently all on bad terms.
Reeeally. How so?
Well, he...
And every incident seems to involve violence, too.
Yet he never is blamed for any of it.
Another problem child, then. Like that Shingu kid.
No, this one is...
Takatsuki, hey--!
Good chips!
...another transfer student?
A ''dangerous'' type like you.
Ryo!
I found the transfer student!
He's out back with Kondo and the rest of those bullies from Class D!
Now I know you're shitting me.
No way that punk has ''ARMS.''
No, I'm pretty sure.
I've felt it in my arm a while now.
You too, I bet.
Well, sure, but...
And isn't it the ''quiet'' types who turn out to be martial-artists...?
I would say...not.
Is that it. They say you were Mr. Violent at your old school...
but is this really all you got?
Well, Tomoe Takeshi?
Don't just sit there, say something!
I'm really not...like that.
What?! Come again?
I'm sorry... I'm sorry, okay!?
You messin' with us?
What is with this kid...? Must be a wimp in disguise.
What're we doin' here, then?
Makes me sick, man.
I feel like pukin' all over. An' here I thought we could have some fun, too.
No, wait! I know! We'll make him play doggie, crawl beneath our legs...
say ''bow-wow'' like a good pooch and then we'll forgive him.
If he's good, I mean.
There you go, man!
I can't just stand here and--
Wait.
If we interfere, it'll only get worse.
Shut up! I hate those kinda guys!!
Stop...!
Please stop picking on my big brother.
Maya...
''Big brother,'' huh?
Why is it that, whatever school we go to, people like you pick on him?!
What has he ever done?
Nothing, that's what. Not a thing.
Now this is rich. Brother-sister love!
Little sister protecting her big brother. Makes you wanna cry.
So this is how it goes, huh? Transfer, get picked on, transfer out?
Act like that, and of course they'll bully you!
Maya!
Little bitch--!
Stop it...
STOP IT...!!
Stop it already. That's enough!
More than enough!!
What th'--?!
His legs...!
What? He has ''ARMS'' on his legs??
With a name like that, shouldn't they be, y' know, arms-arms...?
Probably it's more like ''arms'' as in weapons.
If we don't put a stop to this...
pretty soon they'll all be victims of it.
It's not my fault...
It's not my fault! It's not my fault! It's not my fault...
I got a bad feelin' about this, let's--
THIS IS NOT MY FAU-U-L-T--!!
Don't do it!
Please, stop it!
Please!!
Get out of here. Go!
Way to go, Takatsuki! Nice tackle.
Hayato, get over here... Let's knock him out, quick!
Why...?
Why does this happen to me?!
Takatsuki!
Who's he...?
So that's...Ryo's ''ARMS.''
Oh, no... Not again!
Back, damn you! Back!!
Like me...
He's like me! I gotta get outta here!!
That way, dammit! That way!!
Back!
What a couple of losers. They can't even control their own ''ARMS''...!
Takatsuki, calm down!
Stop fighting your ''ARMS''!
It's a part of your body!
Don't be afraid! Contact ''ARMS''--!
If you can do it, you can control it!
Contact...
Now BLOCK--!
Grab the legs...
Wow.
I mean, wow!!
Why?!
Why is it always me?!
And release!
Much as I hate hitting friends...
you can't keep freaking out like this.
Sorry, man.
It felt like someone was watching... from wa-a-y up high.
Watching our sad little fight.
Watching, and laughing at us.
Just like Claw said...
Without Shingu to tell them how, neither can control their ''ARMS.''
At least all three pieces are in place.
Now the game can begin...our game, our gameboard.
So now it's happened again.
He tried so hard for a fresh start.
And again...it's my fault.
You didn't do this.
I caused it, though.
That was the hospital just now.
Both boys are in serious--but not critical--condition.
Tomoe Takeshi, huh.
This means expulsion for sure.
I'm afraid not.
But why?
You let the same thing happen with Shingu Hayato! We'll be discredited!
''No expulsions...no matter what.'' Those are my orders.
Why not?
I don't know.
In any event...
It's obviously beyond our control. I can't help but feel...
that something far bigger than ourselves is involved.
It's not me.
I've done nothing wrong.
Nothing!
I've done NOTHING wrong!
It is not my fault--!!
It's my fault, really.
How his legs are, like that.
Ten years ago, there was an accident.
He was playing ball...with me.
Maya...
Maya--!
The truth is...
with injuries that bad, he'd have needed double-amputation.
But when he came back from the hospital, those things were there.
That was when...
he really started hating himself.
So it is my fault...
and I'm supposed to not let him get like that, but...
That's right, it is your fault.
Wherever I go, I get picked on. My life is ruined.
Oh, boo hoo hoo.
You got no idea what kind of ''picking on'' you got ahead of you.
But you will soon.
Your name's Tomoe Takeshi, right?
As you probably saw earlier, I've got ''ARMS'' too, only on my arm.
Same for Hayato.
''ARMS''...?
You mean the Egrigori hasn't come after you...?
What's that?
So they've yet to approach you, then.
The Egrigori is an organization somehow connected with us...
and after the ''ARMS'' in our bodies.
As it turns out, all three of us are at the same school.
It could be a trap.
But there's no going back now. We have to take the offensive.
Who knows what they'll throw at us next.
We've got to fight together.
We need you, as one of us, to join in.
If it didn't suck, it'd be funny.
You two guys, fighting with me.
First a gang's after me, and now some secret organization?
Thanks to these legs of mine, my life has been cursed.
Tomoe...
Just leave me alone, will you?!
Maybe it might be better if that stupid organization did catch me.
I'm so tired of running.
Life doesn't seem all that worth running for, if you ask me.
Hey.
If you want to fight...
please, be my guest.
Wow. Good thing he's on our side.
Just look at their peaceful little faces.
You do know why we chose this school as our gameboard, right?
No.
We've hated this place a long, long time.
We'd like them all to know what ''fear'' is really, truly like.
But can you risk being so--
You don't get it, do you.
Nobody tells the Egrigori what to do.
Even if we blew the place up, they could fix it like it never happened.
But we'd hate for them all to run away, and our hard work be wasted.
Which is why I'm giving some of them a reason to stay.
Good reason.
First, though, we capture the bait.