Original subtitles

Gunther.

Up there with no friends, only live up events.

Live his life off the his hut to a thousand men.

Play sweet with the force of a cyclone.

Cut crystal and bone. Ms.. Suwan

stand standing my path. You a gentleman?

Cut the whole world in half of the number one headband.

Best of a lonely soul on a lonely Road.

Add one more body to the body.

Total. May God rest this poor bastard soul.

Yo, bro. Ain't you gonna say nothing? I'm talking to you.

I said I'm talking to you.

Long time no see. Afro.

Hey, correct me if I'm wrong, but I don't think a teddy bear

is supposed to be walking around the damn kimono strapped with blades.

I got a bad feeling about this.

You don't want to be messing with this guy. Afro.

I'm telling you, man, that shit ain't natural.

He might look cute and all, but I got

a suspicion this one's a pro.

He for real? Oh. Look, I know

you got mad skills and all,

and I ain't trying to be pessimistic here,

but you headed straight to a dirt nap.

Please. This time you could really bite it,

and I ain't going with you.

You sure about this? Because if you is.

Suit yourself. Oh hey hey hey hey hey yo yo yo yo.

Wait up, wait up, wait. Hold up.

Damn you one stubborn samurai! Come on, man, chill.

Listen to what I got to say for once, please.

Oh. Oh. Watch it. He bout to bust a..

Two squad move on you.

Oh. Watch you left, man. No no no no no. Watch it. Right.

Why do you not draw out your sword?

If you want the number one, you must first defeat me.

You have come to defeat the number one, haven't you?

Yeah. If you wear the number two band, then you must fight.

Mm.

Good.

000.

Yeah.

Okay.

Perhaps the rumors of the Afro Samurai are not true,

that he cuts all that stand in his path,

that his only movement is forward.

But you just look like an afro headed coward. Oh.

Come to think of it, I can't

even take a warrior with such stupid hair. Seriously?

Ha ha ha!

Ha ha!

Afro. What's the dealio, babe? If you're gonna run, run.

If you gonna fight, then damn it! Fight!

Mm.

Such a fleeting moment in time. Nothing remains. Everything ends.

Oh.

One. There is no such thing

as killing with strength or speed only.

Kill the enemy with one calm, powerful stroke.

Two. The only form is action. Striking

without thought is the only way to kill the enemy.

Huh? Oh. Huh? Huh? Stop!

Listen, the point of dueling is to kill your enemy,

not twisting and turning, demonstrating flowery form.

The only position is no position. Where

you hold your sword depends on your relationship with your opponent,

on the terrain and the situation.

Act as the see when the enemy is like the mountain.

Act as the mountain. When the enemy is like the sea.

Keep this in mind, all of you.

Yes, master. Real attacks are not static or with cooperative opponents.

Stick with the moves you've learned in class and you will die.

Even a glancing blow can unbalance your

opponent and cripple his next offensive.

Hey, Gino, I have a question. Why

do you use two swords instead of one?

With two, I can be the best or Tsuru.

See, there are lots of reasons. For example,

it's great if you ever have to fight

more than one opponent at a time.

You see, with two smaller blades, I can swing

faster than a guy with both hands on one big sword,

and I can attack and defend at the same time.

I could even fight if one of my arms

got cut off because I'd still have one left.

It's really the ultimate fighting style, huh?

Oops. Sorry. Yes, I got a little carried away.

I'm done. Why is your meal yummy? Afro?

Gino. You're really serious about sword fighting, aren't you?

Of course. I have to protect everyone.

You Afro. All the students here. When

swordmaster is too old to fight,

I'm going to have to be strong

enough to look after this place.

I heard some pipsqueaks been running loose killing assassins.

That pipsqueak wouldn't happen to be a kid

like this one we've got here, would it?

I think we got a match here, boys. A pipsqueak.

Want to know where I can find the number two.

I know nothing about it. So what are

you going to do about that?

Because, you see, we're on the same path, kid.

Rumors of the number two led us to this dump.

And we can't have no kid chasing our prize.

Ha ha ha ha!

Afro.

Gino, what have you gotten yourself into?

Okay, you and I are going to talk about this later.

But first, I got to save your dumb ass. Yes.

Ha!

Ha ha! Look.

Oh. You son of a.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha! Yeah!

Na na na na na.

Na na.

Ha ha!

Oh. Tell me what you know. Where's the number

two? Number two is quite near.

Oh, that's your can. There you go, sonny.

You just can't get enough lemonade, can you?

Afro. Forget avenging your father. Live your own life.

Otsuru cares about you. I care about

you. We are your family now.

Nah. Look at that.

Oh, man. Say, you reckon I could be as strong as master?

With your skill, Sasuke. I'd say it'll take at least 50 years.

50 years?

Whoa! Check out that one.

To get as strong as master takes time.

His training must have been 100 times harder than ours.

Man, I could be dead in 50 years.

Or even worse than that old dead in Sasuke.

Why do you always have to be so dang morbid?

He is right in a way, though. I mean, we can't know for sure

if any of us will be around

50 years from now or even ten years from now,

so there's no use in worrying about

being as good as the Sword Master.

That's why you always have to live

and fight like it's your last day,

or eat like it's your last meal.

Oh, wow. They're so.. Bright. Man, I sure hope my last meal

has lots of mushrooms in it.

I want my last meal to be absolutely smothered in chili peppers.

Oh, man, I could go for a chicken cutlet.

Afro. What about you? What do you want?

Afro wants Luna mode, right? Afro Otsuru. It's lemonade, not Luna mode.

That's not a meal. Otsuru. Huh? It's okay.

What would you like on your last day?

I want the. Those fireworks are my favorite kind.

Good day sir. Well. Hello there. Thank

you always for your kind business with us.

Say that. Swordmaster of yours. Is he all right? Huh?

Huh? On the festival evening, I heard

that some rogue tried to start up a fight with him.

There are some odd talks around the town

that some sword dojo master is the

owner of the number two headband.

And they say that his students have been brainwashed to be watchdogs.

What? Our sword master wouldn't. Sorry. Sorry, I didn't mean to.

I mean, there are plenty of other sword masters everywhere,

so it must be some other man.

Gino, did I wake you? You should get some rest.

Master. I smell blood. I was attacked,

but that fool lost his life instead.

Sasuke.

Gino.

Afro.

On this day, we commemorate your graduation.

You are now great warriors. Use wisely

the sword skills you have acquired.

Master. Yes, Afro. There is something I would like to know. Afro.

Are you really? Number two? Afro.

After the midnight before the Bodhi tree. I will be waiting.

I meant to take the secret to the grave,

but I see I have no choice. Choose Afro samurai.

Forget revenge or fight me to the

death for the number two headband.

But no. You. Well. This truth. If you win, you will know.

No friend, no joy, no love. Only the murderous violence.

The number two headband incites in the heart

of every man who desires the power of the number one.

Truly. Can you handle that burden?

Afro master, what's going on? Master? Please stop.

Afro! What are you doing?

Master.

There he is. Quit wasting your time with that chin.

No. Number two headband is mine.

Master Gino. Take everyone and run, run and live.

Now you will see what it means

to wear the number two headband.

Yeah.

Rah rah rah rah! Master! No

food. Stay out of this! No!

Master.

Stay away from me.

Let's see what you got.

Playtime's over, kiddies.

Yeah.

Oh.

No.

You know.

What sort? Oh!

Ha ha ha.. Ha!

Oh, no. Oh!

Afro.

You have chosen your path. Afro. No, don't!

Why? Why did you kill our master?

What have you done? He's dead. And you?

You chose revenge over our master. Over everyone.

We are your family. Why? For my. True father.

What about us? What about us?

I.

Treated you as my brother.

I will never. I forgive you, Gino.

Afro.

Who? What you waiting for? You

really sure that's the right decision?

I mean, if you don't want to wear it, it's okay, man.

Don't do it, man. Seriously, don't do

it. Damn. There goes the neighborhood.

Good. I'm glad you've lasted this long.

I want you to die slowly. I want

you to burn, bleed, suffer as I have.

Come on. What is taking so long? Just finish him off.

I take orders from no one. How dare you?

You will obey my orders and finish the afro.

You must not fail. Let the empty seven head.

Don't compare me to them. I don't

care about the useless headband. I just want Afro.

I want him hurt. I want him crippled.

He'll bleed for all the pain he's

caused. Do what you want then.

You don't know how long I've waited

to avenge the deaths of those who loved and trusted you.

Home.

Yeah. My tears have never stopped falling

since that day. Gino.

No.

Gonzo.