Killua: The king’s self-harm,
the existence of a third party,
we’re still nowhere close
to figuring out what really happened.
I’ve got a feeling that whatever the answer is,
it has the potential
to completely screw up our entire plan.
Morel: It’s time.
One minute left to go.
Gather round.
Killua: Damn. We’re out of time.
♪
( Singing in Japanese )
♪
( Lock clicking )
( Ticking )
( No audible dialogue )
( Ticking continues )
Narrator: Two minutes before morel’s call to arms...
Two men leapt from a giant creature
and began their long descent
to the Republic of east gorteau, which expanded below.
♪
Pitou was the first to notice it.
The only reason pitou decided to look up at the sky
at that moment was "just because."
Pitou’s hunch was vague...
Neferpitou: Something’s coming.
Narrator: But seconds later,
faint suspicions became certainty.
Neferpitou: The enemy.
Narrator: However, the enemy was still far above.
They were so high up, in fact,
that even pitou’s extraordinary senses
were unable to detect them at all.
Now battle ready, this certainty was a result of feral instincts
left over from pitou’s animal origin.
( Shaiapouf gasps )
Menthuthuyoupi: Pitou’s en...
Disappeared?
Narrator: At that very moment,
two of the royal guards caught sight of what it was.
Both: A dragon!
( Ticking )
Morel: Ten more seconds to go.
Nine...
Eight...
Seven...
Narrator: As morel counted down to the impending attack,
killua alone noticed
that a shadow had fallen over gon’s eyes,
turning them into a quiet, icy abyss.
Morel: Six...
Five...
Four...
Three...
Two...
Narrator: In order to go into full battle mode,
pitou prepared by turning off en completely.
However...
( Neferpitou gasps )
Morel: One!
Go!
♪
( Shaiapouf fading ) Sire!
Zeno: Dragon dive.
Narrator: Unfortunately, seeing the enemy
and turning off en to prepare for combat backfired.
Neferpitou: Where’d they go?
Narrator: All six of pitou’s senses honed to a razor’s edge
in the face of a menace to the king
made finding the invaders quite an easy task indeed.
A far greater threat than this countless rain of dragons
was this human in the sky.
Neferpitou: Terpsichora!
Narrator: When pitou uses this nen ability
in order to fight at full strength,
it takes less than a tenth of a second
from activation to attack.
( Netero laughs )
Narrator: But in that moment, pitou swore netero said...
Netero: I anticipated several offensive and defensive patterns...
But that was a bad move, little ant.
( Static crackles )
Zeno: Yes, it happens.
"That’s impossible"?
No, it’s true.
Think about it. When people are near death,
time seems to slow down,
and their lives flash before their eyes.
Isn’t that right?
It’s a similar principle.
In fact, I consider this phenomenon even more credible,
and the reason is simple. In this scenario,
you can hear what the other person is thinking.
You can even obtain personal information
that could only be known by the other person,
so there is proof that it works.
Martial artists have a name for this,
spirit echoes.
This temporal discrepancy often occurs
when truly powerful warriors clash.
The secret behind that old fart’s power?
There are several possibilities.
First, his nen is awfully quiet,
and that means that nobody can predict his next move
just from the flow of his aura.
I suppose he hasn’t lived this long for nothing.
He might as well be a venerable old tree.
( Baby crying )
Zeno: Hell, he’s been old forever,
even when I was still just a baby.
He’s the only one who ever fought my grandpa and survived.
Sure, I consider him an acquaintance.
We’re like yin and Yang, he and I.
Fool! We aren’t equals.
He’s always gotten the best of me.
What?
Right, the secret to his power.
Let’s see now.
Other than that, whenever you face him in battle,
you had better look out for...
One hundred type guanyin bodhisattva.
♪
Narrator: Netero’s sequential movements
appeared to be deliberate, fluid.
At least, that’s how it looked from pitou’s perspective.
But truth be told,
all of it took place in the period of time
between the activation of pitou’s nen ability
and the subsequent attack.
Pitou was able to capture netero’s movements by sight,
which was only possible
through infinitely compressed awareness.
Essentially, this meant that pitou
stopped the sensation of time passing entirely.
In reality...
The attack was too swift to be avoided.
( Wind blowing )
Narrator: Netero, 46 years old, winter.
Sensing that he had reached the upper limits
of his physical and martial arts skills,
he pondered and reflected,
and he realized that he was grateful.
♪
( Netero breathing deeply )
Namu.
Narrator: He felt infinitely indebted to martial arts
for making him into the man he had become,
and he wanted to show his gratitude
in his own unique way.
He vowed to perform 10,000 punches in gratitude a day.
First he focused his chi,
joined his hands together,
said a prayer,
and then he punched.
♪
At first, this sequence took five to six seconds to complete.
On the first day, the 10,000 punches
took him more than 18 hours.
Once finished, he’d fall asleep on the spot.
He would wake the next day and repeat the process.
( Birds chirping )
( Bird shrieks )
♪
After two years, he noticed a change.
( Netero breathing heavily )
Narrator: Even after the 10,000 punches,
the sun had not yet set.
At 50 years old, he experienced a complete metamorphosis.
He managed to complete the 10,000 punches of gratitude
in less than an hour.
( Birds chirping )
This gave him more time to pray.
( Footsteps creaking )
( Men murmuring )
Man: Who the hell is this guy?
Why is he dressed that way?
Man #2: I’d like to see him try, master.
Man #3: Very disrespectful.
Instructor: Hmm?
( Gasps )
Narrator: When netero came down from the mountains,
it seemed that his fists
had left sound behind them in their wake.
( Crack echoing )
♪
( Students gasping )
Man #4: Did I imagine that?
Man #5: I-it’s like he disappeared.
Assistant: The sound came so much later.
Uh, sir?
Instructor: The...
( Weeping )
Bodhisattva guanyin.
Netero: So...
Will you defend your dojo?
Instructor: This dojo is yours.
But please, please make me your pupil!
Narrator: It was the birth of a monster.
Netero: Yeah, sure. If you treat me to a real nice meal.
( Static crackling )
This turn of events took place over six decades ago.
( Chorus vocalizing )
Neferpitou: Considering where his hands stopped,
that attack came from an impossible direction. How?!
Netero: I would appreciate it
if you would disappear far into the distance.
Neferpitou: Damn. I’m nowhere near where I started.
Shaiapouf: Sire!
( Neferpitou gasps ) Pouf!
He can’t hear me. He’s too worried about the king.
Dr. Blythe!
Narrator: Normally, that’s an ability
that’s useless for anything but medical treatment.
You see, Dr. Blythe cannot move from where it’s activated,
and pitou, being solidly connected
to Dr. Blythe by the tail,
is confined to within 20 meters of it.
( Neferpitou groaning )
Narrator: That restriction
was just enough to keep pitou in the fight.
Neferpitou: I stopped.
Faster.
( Gasps )
( Watch ticks )
( Menthuthuyoupi yawns )
♪
Hmm?
( Grunts )
♪
Narrator: There, where they had hoped
they would encounter no one at all,
they found someone,
and that someone was youpi.
( Singing in Japanese )