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Shoot: Please, knuckle! I beg you!
That son of a bitch, the way he looked at me,
it was like--it was like...
I was nothing more than trash!
( Crying ) When you find him...
Punch that bastard for me!
Knuckle: Yeah. I got this.
Sorry, master,
but the thing is, we’re both idiots.
Some things are more important than saving the world.
♪
( Singing in Japanese )
♪
Narrator: Morel’s smoky jail
protected the third floor of the central tower
so that it wouldn’t be destroyed.
However, it was blown
to the left of its original location.
It was precariously balanced,
only just maintaining its structural integrity.
The rest of it was a pile of rubble
reminiscent of an ancient gladiator’s amphitheater,
in the center of which stood...
Menthuthuyoupi: I am but a lowly servant of the king
who wanders in search of prey, beside myself with rage...
Or at least...
That’s what i’ll make them think.
( Roars )
Where are you hiding, you little rats?!
( Rumble )
Why don’t you come on out so I can crush you?!
( Roars )
And he will definitely appear...
To take advantage of me before I explode.
A.p.r.: It is time.
- You have acc-- - menthuthuyoupi: Shut up!
Narrator: While youpi yielded to this false rage
and stormed around, attempting to lure knuckle in...
Morel: No matter what’s going on outside,
I have to keep him locked up in here.
That’s the only thing I can do.
Narrator: Then, all of a sudden,
approximately 100 trillion microorganisms,
all of them just tiny enough
to pass easily between the particles of smoke
in intervals that were completely imperceptible
to morel, were slowly, but surely escaping,
gaining newfound freedom from the smoky jail.
In the basement north of the palace
was a large area with a group of warehouses
spread out in the shape of a dragonfly.
At the farthest end of wing d,
there was a warehouse,
the very same warehouse bizeff misappropriated
to hold his women.
Fortunately for them,
Marcos had told them precisely where to go,
and so ikalgo drove there
along the length of the five-kilometer tunnel
in a commandeered truck.
By the time ikalgo had reached the crossroads
that led to wings a and b,
a satellite dragonfly
had already arrived at the warehouse...
Beating ikalgo to the location quite easily.
Ikalgo: Huh?
The door’s open.
That’s a good sign.
Palm’s drugged bizeff,
and she’s headed to the palace.
It’s likely that bizeff rushed after her,
and in his haste, he forgot to lock it.
( Gasps )
Bloster’s in the security area?
♪
Narrator: This was bad news.
For ikalgo,
it meant a confrontation with bloster was unavoidable.
( Heart beating )
Ikalgo: Bloster suspects me.
Why? Did I make some kind of mistake?
Stay calm. Stay calm,
and try to figure out what it is he could have noticed.
( Tires squeal )
I have to survive.
What happened during our encounter
that aroused his suspicion?
Was there something off about my imitation of flutter?
There must have been.
I suppose it would be a little strange
for hagya to order me to go to the basement,
but he didn’t want to question me right then and there,
because the evidence against me
wasn’t conclusive enough to warrant an accusation.
It was probably just enough
to raise a shadow of doubt in bloster’s mind.
That’s why he’s come down here,
to see if his doubts were accurate.
Was it trivial enough that I can talk my way out of this,
or was it so serious
that now all he needs is confirmation?
There’s no room for optimism.
I should assume the worst.
( Flutter’s voice ) Is there anyone here?
I’ve come at the request of the director!
( Thinking ) It depends on how he responds
or how much attention he’s paying,
but I should be ready for an attack,
or i’m dead meat.
( Flutter’s voice ) I’m the director’s messenger.
I’ve come on orders from director bizeff.
Sinker bell, if you’re here,
I need you to come with me at once!
Narrator: In reality,
messengers were never sent to bizeff’s warehouse.
This was a code meant for palm,
proving that he was a trusted ally.
Ikalgo: Why didn’t you respond when I called out?
Where did everyone else go?
Woman: I’m sorry.
I don’t know anything about what’s happening outside.
The director says that I can’t speak to anyone
and that i’m only ever allowed to talk to him.
Narrator: It was obvious that she thought this restriction
was some kind of test of her loyalty to the director.
All of the other women thought the same thing.
A messenger didn’t make sense,
because there was a direct phone line
that bizeff used to contact them.
They interpreted this visit from a strange creature
as a test of their ability
to remain unaffected by bizarre circumstances
and to continue following orders.
Convinced that failing this test
would be unacceptable to the director,
they each flatly refused to speak to ikalgo.
However, this actually worked in ikalgo’s favor.
Ikalgo: Is this it?
Narrator: As long as the women stayed put,
their chances of survival increased exponentially.
He would have liked to spare the women from further danger,
but he had neither the time nor energy.
( Ikalgo gasps )
There. Nen writing.
Narrator: The characters secretly written with aura
could only be read by someone adept at using gyo.
Had any notes been left on paper or a machine,
they would have run the risk
of being found by director bizeff.
Ikalgo: "I’m going to the palace.
If there’s no contact by the time of the attack,
assume that I am dead."
♪
Narrator: Ikalgo knew that this was a possibility,
but even so, he could not shake the persistent feeling
that he had lost a part of himself.
Ikalgo: Palm.
Morel: If palm got herself killed
or something else has taken her out of commission,
use the satellite dragonflies and your telepathy
to provide backup to the ants.
Got it?
Ikalgo: Yeah, I got it.
Morel: Just pretend you’re reporting to your superior,
when you’re really informing meleoron instead.
Ikalgo: You want me to feed them all lies
so that we can throw them off?
Morel: Yeah, and it’s vitally important.
I’m counting on you.
Ikalgo: That’ll only work
assuming meleoron and I
haven’t been found out to be double agents yet.
And since bloster is already suspicious of me,
i’ve gotta do something about it.
I have to take him out.
Bloster: Huh?
Hey! Did you finish your job from hagya?
( Ikalgo, flutter’s voice ) Yeah.
I guess you could say that.
Bloster: Hagya, huh?
Ikalgo: Eh?
Bloster: I could have sworn he got mad when we called him that.
Ikalgo: Eh?
♪
( Shudders )
( Gunfire )
( Gunfire )
Bloster: All right.
And now the imposter’s dead.
( Latch clicks )
Huh? It’s empty?
Aw, whatever.
I’ll just ask hagya later.
♪
Ikalgo: They think the suspect’s dead.
Once bloster informs the others of what he saw,
i’ll be able to move around freely.
But still, I had no idea that hagya had changed his name.
What is it now?
Would they have believed me if I had said that,
even if I was being honest?
I’m not sure.
If I end up crossing paths with them,
i’ve gotta come up with a better excuse.
No. That won’t work.
Bloster didn’t waste time asking questions before he attacked.
Anyone who doesn’t know what hagya’s new name is
is automatically branded an enemy.
If they find me, there’ll be a battle.
I need to be ready for a showdown.
Computer: Please enter your code number.
Bloster: Wha?
( Ikalgo gasps )
The elevator’s not going up.
Don’t tell me. Did he really come down here
without knowing about the code system?
This is my chance.
I only have two options.
( Rumbling )
( Menthuthuyoupi roars )
Show yourself!
Knuckle: Almost five minutes since I activated
hakoware: Bankruptcy chapter seven.
The aura debt will reach 7,000 before much longer.
Is that enough to guarantee
he won’t pay off the full balance with one hit?
All I have to do is avoid a direct assault.
( Gasps )
The worst-case scenario is if I can’t do that
and the hit’s big enough to terminate hakoware
and deal me significant damage.
If that’s what’s gonna happen,
i’m better off buying as much time as I can
and wait for him to go bankrupt.
( Menthuthuyoupi roars )
Knuckle: But that means i’ll have to wait around
and do nothing for more than ten minutes.
There’s no way. I don’t have that kind of time.
Shoot’s in bad shape. He’ll never last that long.
I have to make him explode one more time.
If I don’t, it’s gonna be too late.
If I can’t make this happen,
shoot’ll be dead before the battle ends.
Menthuthuyoupi: Hmm? ( Growls )
Knuckle: You look happy, you monster!
Menthuthuyoupi: He fell for my trap.
Good. Looks like my fake rage did the trick.
I’ve been looking for you, you cockroach.
Now make this damn fly shut up!
Every damn time it squeaks at me,
all I see is your annoying face!
Okay.
I’m ready to explode at any time.
( Chuckles )
Or at least i’ll pretend to.
- A.p.r.: It is time. - ( Menthuthuyoupi roars )
A.p.r.: You have accrued interest.
Menthuthuyoupi: Will you just shut the hell up?!
There’ll be an opening right before I explode,
and that’s when he’ll try to attack.
But if I can just stay calm when my rage takes over,
I should be able to control my growth.
Now get this thing off me!
If you don’t, then I will kill you!
I’ll blow every last one of you to tiny bits, you bastard!
When he tries to take advantage of the opportunity I give him,
he’ll be wide open, and i’ll take advantage of that.
Knuckle: It’s not gonna happen, you idiot.
It’s over. You’re gonna die on your knees.
I guarantee it.
Wait for it.
The next interest alert will be my cue.
I’ll show you who the real cockroach is.
Just you wait.
( Menthuthuyoupi chuckles )
( Laughing )
A.p.r.: It’s time.
You have accrued interest.
♪
( Knuckle roaring )
This is gonna work.
I have time to land one-- no, maybe two hits!
I’ll be able to punch him in the face
and then get the hell out of the way,
all before the explosion.
Take this, you pig!
This one’s for my friend shoot!
The next one’s for shoot, too.
But it’s weird.
To be perfectly honest,
I didn’t even like him that much.
In fact, I always thought he was kind of annoying.
I don’t get it. Since when did he become my best friend?
And more than that, why in the hell
am I this desperate to get revenge for him?
Actually, it’s not even revenge,
since he’s not dead,
but he and I have been through a lot together.
That’s definitely a factor.
Risking your life alongside someone else
makes friendship all but inevitable,
and after all that,
this bastard had to come along and insult shoot’s resolve.
He’ll pay for that!
He walked away from someone who put their life on the line
before their fight was even over!
Where the hell is his code of honor, huh?
His code as a warrior?
You damn ant! Now i’m getting really pissed off!
One more punch,
but this one’s for me!
Wow, i’m pretty awesome.
I don’t think my mind has ever thought this fast before,
and i’m still in the middle of my punch.
Hold on. Wait.
Isn’t this that thing they talk about,
where time feels like it’s going slower and slower...
Right before you die?
♪
( Chorus vocalizing )
Crap! He stopped swelling midway through!
( Menthuthuyoupi chuckles )
Knuckle: He got me. This whole time,
he was just playing me.
I can’t stop.
Sorry, shoot.
Looks like I screwed this up.
This’ll be way more than the interest.
I can feel it.
I’m done for.
( Chorus continues )
Shoot, boss, everyone,
the rest is up to you.
( Chorus ends )
Killua: Thunderbolt!
♪
( Knuckle roars )
Lightning? He’s completely paralyzed.
Now’s my chance!
( Electricity crackles )
( Roars )
If you’re not all big, I can take you out! No problem!
( Menthuthuyoupi groans )
♪
( Knuckle roars )
( Menthuthuyoupi groans )
Knuckle: I did it! I did it! I did it!
I’m done! I can’t do anymore!
Crap, I almost died back there!
I even saw the pearly gates!
And now i’ve gotta get shoot to a hospital.
Yeah!
I hit him eight times!
Yeah!
Whoo-hoo!
Menthuthuyoupi: What the hell just happened?
I had him in my grasp. It was done.
So how? There’s only one explanation for it.
I didn’t notice there was an attack coming
from a different direction.
Is that even possible?
Could there really have been
a bolt of lightning as massive as that one,
and I didn’t even notice it until it was right above me?
The same thing happened before.
This annoying thing was on me before I realized it.
There wasn’t any warning.
( Grunts )
( Grunts )
Wait a second.
I saw him on the stairs before.
Did he do it?
( Grunts )
Killua: Sorry, but i’m a little pissed off right now,
so i’m just gonna take it all out on you.
♪
( Singing in Japanese )
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