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Owari naki tabi no tochuu

Tachidomarisou na toki

Fukai tameiki kobosu bokura wa

Tsukamikakete wa mata hanarete itta

Demo ima wa mou nani mo osoreru koto wa nai

Kokoro wo tsunagu tsuyoi kizuna wa

Keshite hodoke wa shinai sa

Sagashitsuzukete tadoritsuita

Kono basho de period ni

Kanashimi ikari chikara ni kaete

Unmei wa sugu soba ni

Geez, because of you...

...I'm dying again and again...

Look out!

Young Lord!

Exchange greetings later! Let's pour it on!

Right!

Let me eat you already--

You're overwhelming him!

You're quite the stud, having a fine woman like her hidden away!

Thanks a lot!

As dark as it is here,

how do you know where I am?

The ruler of our land of Xing has control over the dragon's pulse,

or chi, by which he governs the kingdom!

Those of us who serve our ruler are also able to read the flow of chi!

Moreover, our role being what it is, we can see well at night!

That voice...

Long time no see, kid.

It's old man Fu, all right! But how?

How did you know where we were?

We'd snuck into Central for a while, to see what was going on.

When we detected several large chi moving toward here, we followed them.

There are two huge chi clashing with each other, right nearby.

That would probably be Greed and Gluttony.

Greed... The one who swallowed up the Young Lord.

And then, there's another huge chi out there in the forest.

My companion is fighting a Homunculus right now, named Pride.

Hmm...

And finally, there's one more, in the nearby settlement.

There's something unparalleled about that one.

That's probably Ed's old man.

Him?!

Your father is not human?

For now, we can leave him alone.

First, we have to do something about these Homunculi.

Don't worry about Gluttony. Let Lan Fan take care of him.

Let her take care of him?

She's only had her automail for six months, hasn't she?

That's crazy, old-timer!

If we don't go help her, she'll be in hot water!

Don't worry. Hand-to-hand combat is not our only weapon.

Give us some warning before you use those!

--What was that? An explosion? --What was that?

--From inside the forest? --Aren't the lights back on yet?

Hey, bring a lamp over here.

Geez...

Well, if that's the case, I guess we can relax...

Old man Fu, what else do you have besides bombs?

Hmm? All sorts of things. Tear-gas bombs, flash bombs, flares...

The lights in the slums have started to come back on.

Those snaky things are going to start appearing again.

If we don't do something fast, Heinkel will be in deep trouble!

Yeah.

Old man Fu, would you take me to where Pride is?

There's something I'd like you to help me out with.

As you wish.

Ed!

You watch yourself!

Remember, Pride, the guy Heinkel is fighting, is...

Die already, would you?

You were right, Roy.

Selim Bradley is not, strictly speaking, human.

These are old photos.

20 years ago...

This one is from 50 years ago...

In each age, he's with the government VIPs.

I checked into the town that the Fuhrer is supposed to be from, too.

While there are records of him being born and raised there,

there isn't a single person who has ever seen the Bradley family.

The mansion at the address listed was a dummy,

and it goes without saying that there are no relatives.

Thank you, Madam Christmas.

It must have been tough to investigate all of this.

Yeah. But the moment I found out that Selim wasn't human,

all my fatigue just disappeared.

I have to wonder why this has never gotten out before.

Because he is the son of the man called "King,"

the top man in our military state.

They can fabricate anything they want to.

Y-You bastard!

Hey!

Who's there? Is someone there?

It's a monster!

Oh, no! That child!

It's a monster!

Damn...!

All I need is this much light to make shadows.

Goodbye, Mr. Chimera.

That was a close one, pops.

Imagine, this little kid being a Homunculus.

You had me fooled, Selim Bradley.

Outward appearances are only symbolic.

Isn't that right,

my little... alchemist?

Where is he? Where is Roy Mustang?

He's still inside.

It's been a long time, for being his usual bar.

That woman in there, Madam Christmas--

her real name is Chris Mustang. She's his foster mother.

Damn it!

Ah, my poor chateau...

Forgive me. I'll buy you another one, right away.

Well then, okay. I have to go underground for a while, anyhow.

Are the girls in the bar all right?

Don't you worry. By now, they're under the skies of a foreign land,

enjoying themselves, and have long since forgotten about you.

Never mind them, you should be thinking about

what's going to happen tomorrow, in this country.

If the next time we meet, you're inside a body bag,

branded as a rebel, you'll have to answer to me.

Thank you, Madam. I will make sure to repay you.

You'll remember me when you've made it big?

In that case, I'll really look forward to the next time we meet, Roy.

I wish she'd stop treating me like a little boy, already.

Now then, I guess I should start moving, too.

You're late, Colonel. We almost left without you.

Your wry comments sound so reassuring to me now.

Did you make sure you weren't followed?

Yes, sir. If anything were to happen, this little guy would react.

Okay.

We'll be counting on you.

What are the Bradley family's activities?

I've got the schedule for all three of them for the next three days.

The Fuhrer went to the training grounds in the east.

Selim went along with him.

Regarding that, the train that the Fuhrer was riding in

plunged to the bottom of a ravine.

You don't say. Old man Grumman takes some drastic measures, huh?

The watch level will be elevated now.

It might make what we're doing more difficult.

What about our mission?

Will the Eastern forces be coming into Central, as planned?

The Fuhrer is missing.

Is this a once-in-a-lifetime chance,

or are we walking into a trap?

Even if it is a trap, we've got no choice but to move forward.

Your orders?

Right now, we're holding a one-way ticket to the battlefield.

Win or lose, there's no turning back from this.

The reason being that once this primary mission is over,

we still have the great task of rebuilding this nation,

with me as its Fuhrer, waiting ahead for us.

Which means that you've only got one order to obey.

"Don't die."

That is all.

Yes, sir!

Why? Why can't I cut through him?

Looks like keeping my northern automail was the right decision.

This carbon fiber is proving quite useful.

Carbon reinforcement?!

He's copying Greed, is he?

In that case...

What's the matter?

Is that all you've got?

Sure enough, I'll have to...

Al!

Using your brother to fight you should give me the advantage.

Old man Fu!

A flash bomb!

Oh, no!

I've had enough of those guys.

What?

Lan Fan, what's wrong?!

Lan Fan!

Mr. Gorilla!

Right!

Al!

Mr. Gorilla, take Al and get away from here!

You're sure he's not still possessed?!

The parts that get cut off from the Homunculus' main body

disperse and disappear.

Now that Al's insides are cut off from the main shadow body,

Pride is no longer in there!

You won't get away!

Here's another one!

Say, what was that light before?

--It hurts! It hurts! --You've really done it now.

You're a real mess, aren't you?

Well, it's because that girl and Greed were acting funny.

They knew where I was, even when it was so dark.

They what?

Perhaps she is the warrior from Xing that Wrath mentioned--

the one who could sense the presence of Homunculi.

So you've turned yourself over to the Xingese prince,

and he's using that ability, then?

Miserable Greed...

Gluttony, how many times have you been killed?

I don't know. I've been killed a lot, though.

I've been beaten up pretty badly, myself.

The way things are headed, we could be wiped out by them.

Then, we could have Father fix us--

No... No, Pride...

No... Don't eat me...

It hurts... Help me... Lust...

He devoured his own kind!

Ah, this is more convenient. I can detect your scents quite well now.

I could do without the feeling of hunger that comes with it, though.

That scent...

Are you nearby...

...Hohenheim?

Kawashita hazu no nai yakusoku ga

Kyou mo bokura no mirai wo ubaou to suru

Hoshigatte ita mono wo te ni shite mo

Sunao ni umaku waraenai no wa naze darou

Afureru namida wa yowasa ya koukai ja nai

Itami ga unda kakera de

Donna shunkan datte unmei datte

Hitotsu dake tashika na mono ga aru to shitta

Genkai datte konnan datte

Akirametakunai yo

Kono mama hanasanai de

Kataku nigirishimeta kimi no migite no nukumori

Koko ni aru kara

Mustang appears to be using his former subordinates,

and is sneaking around somewhere.

If the explosion of the train that was carrying the Fuhrer,

and the many Ishvalans that are coming into Central

turn out to be tied to him...

And with this timing, of all things...

You are all more familiar with the way he thinks than I am.

What will be his next move?

If it were me,

I would first take Mrs. Bradley into my custody.

You mean as a hostage? That would be futile.

He's going to take a useless hostage,

and brand himself a traitor? Humans are absolutely impossible.

Hey! What are you doing?!

R-Roy Mustang?

I'm terribly sorry for this, at such a late hour, Ma'am.

Lieutenant Hawkeye?! Why are you doing this?!

Please forgive this abrupt offense.

If you would be good enough to come quietly with me,

I have no intention of bringing any harm to you.

Please, come with me.

Memories. Remembrances of the mind.

When someone who is not human has memories,

the consequence for that person is terror.

Next time on Hagane no Renkinjutsushi: Fullmetal Alchemist,

Episode 49: "Filial Affection."

With all of their motives kept to themselves, they face the daybreak.