Too weak.
Voice.
Point the bokuto at the opponents throat.
Kill.
Kill, Kengo.
Excuse me...
It is ready.
Are you scared?
With a killing intent.
Above.
Ready.
Above.
Swirling quietness...
like a shimmering light...
beyond the world...
unlimited images forever.
Regenerated creativeness...
in the solemn spirit of silence...
liberated of despair...
beyond the border of revolution...
the music of nostalgia is evil...
let your karma come and go...
the strangeness of chaos...
you are your victory.
Winner or loser...
reject the growing sin...
swallow this desperate existence...
born again on the other side...
the piling up of desire...
your fate comes free from the abyss...
let me out.
Peep from the abyss to the sky...
let me out.
Feel the regeneration to your cells...
scattered in eternity...
let me out.
Peep from the abyss to the sky...
let me out.
Feel the regeneration to your cells...
scattered in eternity...
let me out.
Driven by despair...
seeking absolute redemption...
from desperation to freedom...
let me out.
Let me out.
You'll have the same?
Uh?
Waiter a beer.
Who is he?
It's Nakase, Nakase.
You can't hold your liquor.
He doesn't have our training (Kendo joke).
Face your opponent?
You're not raising high enough.
Enough, you're being boring.
Hey, dude...
The master was hard on us.
I couldn't train that hard anymore.
Still I'd like to do kendo again.
Kendo again? Bullshit.
We're so busy now anyway.
Plus, quality time with the kids.
What was that?
Come on just try to come at me.
Come on, hit me.
You want to do kendo?
Right?
Come on stab me.
Come for it.
Stop now.
Could we have a glass of water?
And a sponge, please.
Waiter.
Water and a sponge please.
Weren't you a kendo instructor?
Uh?
You taught in high school?
An instructor? ages ago.
Are you provoking me?
You'll be fine.
Let it go.
You're so cool.
Enough.
Come get it.
What is it?
A magpie crosses a bridge in the sky...
It's from that antique poetry card game?
It's a work in progress.
A night close to the night...
drop that shit, it's painful to hear.
A magpie crosses...
a magpie crosses...
a magpie crosses a bridge in the sky...
Look at its white feathers...
A night close to the night...
a night of desire.
Antique poetry in a deck of cards...
... to keep up come...
Keep up my dream...
My doors keep the light through...
Pay for your concert ticket.
I'll pay you next time.
A bit dangerous, my men are dangerous...
You arrived again in the night?
It's possible.
How about shaving him?
There.
Mr Yatabe, we're shaving you.
Sorry, the cream is a bit cold.
I count on you.
Sure.
I am leaving.
Hey.
Hey, you, wait.
I said stop.
What?
What is it?
What?
What happened?
What?
You kicked my shinai down.
Your shinai?
Yeah, my shinai.
What does he want?
A little respect for your elders.
You kicked my shinai.
Put it back, quick.
WTF? -Are you talking to me?
Hey.
I'll take this.
Bastard.
Let me go.
What do you want.
You want a piece of me?
Come with us.
Come here, we'll see your worth.
Wait in line I'll take you one by one.
It hurts.
Don't fight.
Give him a mask.
It hurts, shit.
Keep quiet.
I'll get you all.
Shut up. -You're dead without this.
Take the shinai.
Calm down.
Mask.
I wasn't ready.
How about holding the handle?
In a sec baldy.
He's not bald.
Let's go.
Forward.
Come now.
"Sanseppo".
Master.
He hit his throat.
Sako.
You OK?
Next in line.
Hey, go now.
The aim of kendo is not to kill.
Loser.
What do I care about Kendo.
Ready.
Start.
It seems my boys were disrespectful.
Sorry.
Where did you train these legs?
I didn't train anything.
Excuse me.
What was that 'sansep' you said earlier?
Sanseppo.
"Kill the opponent three-ways".
Kill his sword, his technique and his courage.
Sanseppo.
Can we see again how your lower stance?
Ouch.
So? You saw it?
Hm.
See without your eyes.
Broaden your field of vision.
The sight is twofold...
For a strong perception...
the focus of the eye must be weak.
See the distant as if it was close.
The close as if it was far.
This is the tactics of war...
With a broad vision you catch the essence...
don't get absorbed into the opponent's sword but see his overall movement.
You don't get it?
I have a good job for you.
You'd like that?
Follow me.
Errands?
Mr. Tadokoro.
Hey, Yatabe's son.
Can you move over there?
I told you already.
It's like when we enter an empty shack...
the first comer is the master.
I know.
These clothes don't suit you.
Have a drink with me.
Come on, it's OK.
Come with me.
You're heavy.
You need me to walk.
Good evening.
Ah, it's you again.
Sorry, he's kind of a pain in the neck.
Mr. Yatabe, we need to fill your stomach.
There.
I don't eat anything.
I eat only frozen food.
So you won't have your content here.
The other day we were stuck in a bar watching baseball.
It was basketball.
Same difference.
Do you want it cool?
Sure.
How about a beer?
What is that?
Kazuno, you want a beer, right?
Yeah.
You know what?
Earlier, we came out of the shop...
he was walking way ahead...
men are supposed to wait.
I thought you were ahead of me.
You hear that?
He came out first to make sure I'd pay.
What?
So you paid?
Sorry, sorry.
That's annoying.
Isn't he a kind man.
I ask just in case... you don't sell 'that' stuff?
What? -What?
Hopeless.
You're working hard.
You're almost done.
Kid, show me your hands.
What?
Your hands.
It's been five days now.
I'll pay you for the firewood.
Follow me.
Ok.
Kid, what do you like to do best?
What?
I'm asking, what's your best way to have fun?
Writing lyrics, I think.
Do you know Rap's music?
Sure, they're spoken songs.
Yes, that's right.
When I create rap lyrics...
I am the happiest.
Oh, you're a poet.
You like words, kid.
They're both important and redundant.
In Zen Buddhism it is called 'intuitive discernment'...
the heart surpasses words.
The point is to understand the heart that is beyond the heart.
The heart beyond the heart.
Right , to point directly at the heart.
Directly at the heart.
It's no theory.
Aim directly at people's heart.
All set.
Kid, you look like a real swordsman.
But I'm not attracted to kendo.
Your salary for the firewood.
I'd like a regular salary.
Put the armor on too.
You can't buy these with just a day of work.
But I worked five days.
So I take back the gear and give you money instead?
This too.
Try it on.
There.
Is this yours?
Careful, it's sharp.
What?
The bokuto is an imitation of the blade.
The aim is to kill.
Pay attention to the blade and strike.
Told you, I'm not interested.
You get it?
Swap... start.
Your left foot is too slow...
Forward.
Relax your arms.
Forward.
A little faster.
Then backward.
Kid.
Yes.
Please deliver that at this address.
Anybody home?
Excuse me.
What?
I'm Haneda from Kita-Kamakura College.
It's a letter from Master Mitsumura.
You want to kill me?
What?
You came with a weapon.
I'm just carrying it.
Give it to me.
Hurry up, give it up.
I brought you this letter.
Who are you?
There.
Who are you?
I'm just delivering that letter.
Hey, what happened?
What happened?
From Master Mitsumura.
You're hurting me.
Enough, enough...
You can get some too.
I'm done.
I leave it here.
Face.
Voice.
Face.
Louder.
Face.
Mind, sword, body.
Face.
Assume the stance.
All your strength in one strike.
Your voice.
Face.
Hello.
Mr. Yatabe.
You gave this to the new kid?
You still have a say about kendo?
I just came to give it back.
And your little tricks...
could you give me a break?
Kid.
Put your mask on.
You don't have enough left in you to beat this kid.
Wear your armor.
I'll be just fine.
Give him a Shinai.
Yes.
Face.
What's up?
Don't hold back.
Face.
Kid, keep going.
He's got one on your face.
Resume stance.
What kind of kendo is that.
I said to resume stance.
Right.
Who do you think you are, brat.
Stop him.
Please stop.
You guys aren't training enough.
Brats.
You think you can get me with brute force?
Come.
Stop there.
I just told this kid...
as a joke to pretend he was your match.
Idiot.
Just blame yourself for that face hit.
It seems the master has an interest in you.
Kengo.
Don't you get it?
From this instant, stop alcohol.
I'd like to.
But I'll drink again today.
It seems you don't visit your mother's grave.
What would I go there for?
To tell her I killed Dad?
You are suffering.
Drinking won't ease the pain.
Go.
One more.
You won't be able to find your way home.
Let me stay here.
One more.
Kengo.
Take the bokuto.
Voice. -Face, face...
Face.
Louder.
Face.
Back on your feet.
Stand up and study, Kengo.
Stand up.
Kengo.
Master Mitsumura.
It was an accident.
You understand, Kengo.
Just an accident.
Come on, stop.
You drank 2 jugs.
It's fine.
You want to give up, kendo.
You can give up.
Kengo.
Take the bokuto.
Try to hit my head.
Try without the mask.
Give it a try.
The Shinai is not enough.
Take this.
Fight.
I probably had a face-hit at the end too.
Really? You're so strong...
You find pleasure in rewards?
Kengo is dead now.
Hand, face, belly...
Stab.
Face.
I killed him. -He's not dead.
Kengo.
Come.
I killed him.
Take the bokuto.
I was always wondering...
what kind of men you went out with.
The fact is...
There's been all types.
Take the bokuto.
Kengo.
Take the bokuto.
Kengo.
Take the bokuto.
Kengo.
Take the bokuto.
Kengo.
Take the bokuto.
Kengo.
Take the bokuto.
Learn Kendo with a correct, disciplined attitude...
vigorously train...
your mind and body.
Kendo especially values respect, faith, courtesy...
and honor, and with sincerity...
the effort to self-improve.
We must love our society...
and commit to peace...
and prosperity for all mankind.
Kengo.
Take the bokuto.
More penetration.
Upright.
Position of your feet.
Kengo.
Kill.
Are you weak?
Kill.
Kengo, kill.
Dad...
maybe I could kill him.
"Great to meet you on this weekend."
"A great weekend to spend time together."
"Smile more to me, talk more to me."
"Tell me where you're going."
"Check, one two, one two."
Did good.
Feel like...
Haneda, what's the point if you never enjoy?
Why do you practice kendo?
He's totally ignoring me.
You're writing lyrics?
What lyrics?
What is this?
The heart beyond the heart.
You're turning weird.
You don't make sense.
Give it back. -Wait.
Ishizaki. -Wait.
Enough with your lyrics.
These scribbles don't make sense.
Hey.
You're Yatabe's son.
You know the five evils?
The five evils?
Killing, stealing...
women, deception, alcohol.
Killing, stealing...
women, lies, alcohol.
You, Yatabe people...
are deep into the five evils.
You are right.
The most unforgivable of them all...
is to kill one's father.
This one will never be forgiven.
Hand, face.
Belly.
Stab throat.
Elder, elder.
Can we spar?
What is that?
Without protections It'll be more serious.
Kendo is a competitive sport.
Kendo isn't about killing.
Please hit me.
Forget it... -Face, hand.
Belly.
Haneda. -Throat stab.
Calm down...
Hey.
That's enough.
I want a serious training.
Give it all your heart.
You need more passion.
What are you doing?
What's going on?
Training.
You want to overcome Kengo?
The way you are now...
You still have the four afflictions in you.
Same as Kengo used too.
With these you won't win.
But I hit his face.
The four afflictions, you get it?
Sako.
'Surprise', 'fear'...
'doubt', 'confusion'.
Kid.
The instant you hit Kengo's face...
What were you thinking?
Nothing special.
This is how you got him.
But now you are afraid of him.
You don't stand a chance.
If you understand, wear the mask.
Put these back on.
He did it with a bokuto.
Nothing to protect him.
A fight to death.
It's that kid.
Master Yatabe, the demon sword.
The invincible sword. -What do you want?
The father and the son.
Mr. Yatabe, what did you do yesterday?
Have a drink.
Did you drink?
I stopped.
We had a drink... -Dude.
You can't drink here.
You like the routine?
Uh?
You have no clue, adults have many ways to have fun.
Give me a break.
Give it up.
Please come to the Kendo dojo.
What?
Wouldn't you start again?
You're full of yourself, kid.
Did you kill your father?
I too had a terrible experience...
In the flood...
During a typhoon in the heavy rain...
the embankment collapsed.
Please teach me.
How did you kill your father?
Please teach me.
That's how I did it.
Stop instructing the high-schoolers.
I forbid you to teach them...
what I taught you.
Kawakami is now kendo instructor for the police.
They chose that idiot.
The police department have no good sense.
Thanks for the hospitality. -Anytime.
We'll come again. -Thanks a lot.
Mr. Yatabe, you sure you don't drink?
Earlier today...
my dad's student came at the hospital to see him.
One by one...
paid their respect to him.
My dad is in a vegetative state.
They bowed their heads respectfully.
So many people admired him.
Right.
Tell me...
you were my father's lover.
Did you notice me?
You know...
I went to see you at kendo events.
My father...
was he kind?
Yes.
Really?
He said something long ago...
I could be killed any day.
There's nothing I can do about it.
He was like that.
Aren't you like that too?
Stop, stop.
Don't do this.
No.
I am sorry.
I am so sorry.
Mr. Yatabe, you shouldn't play with me like this.
An old lady like me.
You're so like him.
Do you miss your father?
You don't know, right?
Do you hate him or love him?
It's about 8 in Numazu, Shizuoka (Typhoon and torrential rain).
The region suffers strong winds and heavy rain.
We can expect a 60m/s wind in East Japan.
According to the Meteorological Agency...
the peak will be at 11 o'clock...
on Izu Peninsula...
a 20km/h wind from the northeast...
an atmospheric pressure of 950 hectopascals.
The maximum wind speed will be 45m/s.
Go to bed.
Learn Kendo with a correct, disciplined attitude...
vigorously train your mind and body.
Kendo especially values respect...
faith, courtesy and honor, and with sincerity...
an endeavor towards self-improvement.
We must love our society...
and commit to peace and prosperity for all mankind.
Respect? Honor?
Take warning...
I can kill you anytime.
Please fight me.
Is that weird?
Uh?
Something's off in your mind.
If you say so.
Please take a bokuto.
You're having fun.
You want so much to die?
When I was in the flood...
in the water at night...
the lights were beautiful...
I thought it was paradise.
Shut up, I'm gonna kill you.
Kill me, quick.
It hurts.
I'm coming.
This is just the beginning.
I got you.
I'm still alive.
Kill me.
It would be fun to kill me.
With both hands, stab in front of you.
Dad.
Take the bokuto.
Dad.
Take the bokuto.
You can't stop me.
I can get you all.
You are...
so like your father.
Until the end he could never admit his vulnerability.
He perverted the spirit of kendo.
You ran away from your father.
Shut up.
You're the same.
Shut up.
What happened with the kid?
The kid?
He asked for a fight?
He wanted to...
The bastard.
Let him go.
Let me kill him, let me kill him...
Do you remember?
The kid.
Please show him your injuries.
Don't pretend you were so drunk you forgot.
Have a good look.
Do you remember?
The person you stabbed last night wasn't your father.
But this kid.
You tried to kill this kid.
I am sorry.
Come.
For what you inflicted to the kid...
you have to make amends.
"Koushoutaibenzai..." (Buddhist Sutra)
"On Sorasobatei ei sowaka"(esoteric mantra)
"On Sorasobatei ei sowaka"
(to Kannon the merciful Goddess who rescues from any danger)
Master Mitsumura.
You helped me so much with my father issue.
It's fine.
Forty-nine days have passed...
You have settled now, right?
Yes.
The father & son bond is unfathomable.
Neither can dispose of the other as he wishes.
You should read this.
It's a letter your father wrote to me.
Master Mitsumura...
You have my deep gratitude for all the care you bestowed upon me...
There is something I want to tell you...
it may sound a bit odd...
but I can not escape the evil of the sword.
I'm grateful that you tried to bridge the gap between me and my son.
Since the death of my wife Shizuko...
my lack of virtue has made me...
unable to comfort Kengo's heart.
And the rivalry between us...
is growing sharper and sinful...
to the point that soon...
the sword of war will be raise between us two...
as can be clearly foreseen.
Should that moment arise...
Kengo would be left alone and require your care...
which I thank you for in advance.
He is all foolishness and weaknesses...
but so tenderly close Shizuko's heart and mine.
Should he ever kill me...
out of hatred...
he would be simply addressing common defects...
and killing that same foolishness in me.
I pray about this every day.
My dad had me...
kill him on purpose?
We don't know about that.
Don't blame yourself.
This way.
You'll also free...
your father's soul.
Yes.
Have a good day.
Wait.
Take the garbage, please.
Alright.
Have a nice day.
I heard you didn't go to the temple.
Don't you need this now?
Let me see your low stance again.
Is your head-blow faster?
Or my throat-stab faster?
Don't you want to try?