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By the time you get the Book of Omens rigged up...

Mumm-Ra will have conquered the planet.

Never. Rush. Genius.

There. Fire it up.

We're gonna be here a while.

I just hope your brother is having more luck finding supplies.

I've heard stories about towns like this. Just never seen one before.

Don't worry, Snarf. We'll get what we need for the tank and leave.

Think you could lend a hand, friend?

Up here. I seem to have snagged myself again.

What are you...? Uh, who are you?

Just a drifter, I suppose.

Thanks for the assist.

Maybe you can return the favor. I'm looking for supplies.

Well, find them somewhere else.

This is a swordsmen's town, stranger, and they duel for keeps.

Leave before it's too late.

Or don't. I don't care.

I can handle myself all right.

Heh, heh. This town loves guys like you.

Swaggering around with your fancy sword, thinking you can't lose.

But you will.

They all do.

This is more than a fancy sword.

It's the Sword of Omens, and with it, I never lose.

Just like I said.

Take my advice and blow on out of here.

Or don't. I don't care.

He was strange.

A Thunderian schilling, eh?

I'm afraid we don't deal with antiques.

Thunderian coins were once the most prized in the land.

And now they are relics of a fallen empire.

So, what am I gonna do for money?

What everyone else here does. Sword competition.

Wanna bet they've never seen a sword like this?

The Great Olekan...

its blade forged in the lava pits of Mount Tiramabu.

Witness its awesome power.

Nice. But nothing compares to my sword.

The gods themselves fear its edge.

Behold.

The wind, the trees, the morning dew on a delicate orchid.

They all tremble before my beauty of the blade of Kurokai.

Is there no one else who will accept the challenge?

I accept.

Hmm. Never seen him before.

Do you have anything to say?

Only to the other competitors.

You're all vying for second place.

Where do I get my money?

Now, that should cover it.

An impressive victory.

Allow me to introduce myself. I'm the Duelist.

You, my friend, have something I desire.

Sorry, Snarf's not for sale.

Your sword against my best blade. Winner takes all.

Not interested. I proved I've got the best sword in town.

Indeed.

The Sword of Omens is legendary even in these parts.

But it's not your blade that needs to prove itself.

It's you.

I said no.

A wise decision.

Perhaps if the last owner of that sword shared your cowardice...

he'd still be alive.

You're on.

Might as well hand over your best sword right now.

The town square. High noon.

You sure got guts.

The Duelist is a legend in these parts.

Those swords on his back...

trophies from all those who have fought him and lost.

He is without conscience or morals.

And he will not stop until his thirst is slaked.

Now he wants your sword. And it will be his.

Whiskers.

Run? I'm no coward, Snarf.

Besides, someone needs to teach that guy a lesson.

He may be tough...

but nothing the Duelist has in his scabbard can beat the Sword of Omens.

There's that ego kicking in again.

Mind helping me down?

Drifter.

I know what you're gonna tell me. I shouldn't have accepted his challenge.

Why would I care what you do?

You're the one who's going to lose his sword, not me.

You know, I can swing steel a lot better than you think.

You could've fooled me with those moves.

You couldn't even split this reed.

You're crazy.

Did you see what this sword did to that boulder?

If I only had your spirit.

But the fight left me long ago.

How about I give you three swings?

I'll do it in one.

That's one.

You could've warned me first, but you're impatient, I can tell.

Two.

There is such a thing as trying too hard.

That's why I prefer not trying at all.

Well, that was more than three, but I don't care.

I made my point.

There was a point?

Willows are weak. Yet they bind other wood.

Just some advice. Take it or leave it.

A weakness can be turned into a strength.

A lesson you won't understand until it's too late.

You're just like he was.

The Duelist?

No.

The original owner of the sword the Duelist now uses.

The Sword of Hatanzo.

Forged by a man who some called the greatest sword-maker of all time.

The sword-maker lived a lonely life...

devoted only to one thing, his craft.

But this particular blade was more than a sword.

It was a work of art.

His most prized possession and proudest achievement.

The Sword of Hatanzo.

Like you, he felt a sense of oneness with the weapon.

With it, he was unstoppable.

He thought.

Word spread of the legendary blade.

One day, the Duelist appeared and challenged the sword-maker to a fight.

The sword-maker accepted the challenge.

In his hubris...

the sword-maker believed the strength of his sword...

would overcome his weakness as a warrior.

He was mistaken.

And it cost him the one thing he valued most.

To know that his work of art, his masterpiece...

would be in the hands of a villain like the Duelist crushed him.

He never made another sword...

while the Duelist went on to become the greatest swordsman...

to ever walk the land.

Whatever became of the sword-maker?

Who knows?

Some say he just drifts around, blowing wherever the wind takes him.

A shell of the man he once was.

You.

I'm fighting against a sword you forged.

I need your help. How can I beat the Sword of Hatanzo?

How can I beat it?

You can't. Understand?

Nobody can.

Punctual. I like that.

Whenever you're ready.

Whenever you are.

Fine.

Draw.

What have I done?

Without the Sword of Omens, our mission is doomed.

I've got to win it back.

Can you believe it? Stuck again.

Could you help me down?

Or maybe you should just leave me up here.

Either way, I don't care.

I need you to make me a sword.

So my warnings were just a breeze blowing through your ears?

I didn't think you'd listen, but if you expect me to help...

you haven't been paying attention.

We both lost something precious. But we can get it back.

Sounds like too much work.

Fine. Then I'll do it myself.

What do you think you're doing?

You may be content to flop around feeling sorry for yourself, but I'm not.

I'll make 100 more swords if I have to.

I'm going to defeat him.

Not that I care, but you're doing it all wrong, you need to...

Thanks, but I can handle it.

You don't give up easily, do you?

Here, let me show you.

Done yet?

No.

- How about now? - No.

How much longer?

Is it ready?

No!

It is done. That is, if you still want it.

It's perfect.

He doesn't stand a chance.

Lion-O, a strong sword doesn't make you strong.

Remember, willows are weak, and yet...

They bind other wood. Yeah, I know, I know.

Huh?

You might recognize the craftsmanship.

Impossible. It's a fake.

He hasn't made a sword in years.

I came out of retirement.

I didn't have much else to do today anyway.

I challenge you to a rematch.

But this time, for all your swords.

That's quite a request...

from someone who has only a single sword to offer in return.

In addition to your blade, you must also put up your life.

Deal.

You can't beat me.

Then why do you look so scared?

No.

The sword is lost and victory is still mine.

Willows are weak, Lion-O.

I understand now.

Power alone is rigid.

But if you can bend with the wind, you'll never break.

You knew that sword would break.

It took years to make the Sword of Hatanzo.

I made that piece of junk in an afternoon.

You already had what you needed to win in here.

You've had your last duel. Begone.

Thank you for everything.

No, thank you.

I haven't felt this alive in years.

I finally have a purpose again.

Returning these swords to their rightful owners.

What in the name of Thundera took you so blasted long?

I was, um...

Off enjoying the breeze while we do all the hard work.

- Something like that. - Huh?