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Bunraku
Long before the dawn of men...
Strife was already a major
component of life.
Wherever a creature shared a piece
of land with another...
It was just a matter of time ....
Until a struggle full resources
would ensue you.
Men was no different. Showcasing a
perverse fascination with violence.
Men and civilization brought forth more
innovative ways of taking human lives.
Than any other function needed for
survival.
There are more ways of killing a
man...
Than there are ways of making
bread.
Or making love.
Where the latter 2 are quite
limited in scale...
Man has gone beyond imagination...
With his capacity to destroy life.
With one push of a button.
Between uncontrolled crime in the
streets...
And escalating war in the
borders...
It was all just a matter of time.
From the ashes a new world was
born.
realised that...
Men's unstoppable appetite for
destruction...
Must be contained.
A ban on all firearms was strictly
enforced.
And just as a sword gave way to the
gun...
The gun gave way to the sword.
Leaving the authorities to carry
the hope of their nations...
On a tip of a spear...
Little did they know that the self
destructive nature of men...
Could never be stopped.
There's not enough love in this
world...
Not enough money to prevent this ancient
circle from coming around again.
When the time is ripe...
Evil will rise.
Personified in our case...
With a wood cutter.
Nicola is his name.
And this is his town, his land.
The God forsaken place where our
tale begins.
And as many ways as there are of
killing a man...
There are equally as many ways of
telling this old tale of strife.
Ladies and gentlemen!
Welcome to our show, the town's
midnight main event.
The occasional challenges are
already underway.
On one side in the gray suit, red
hat, is Killer # 2.
Representing the colossal
undefeated gang...
Along with 20 soldiers from their
red army.
On the roof, all in gray, a scout from
the proletarian league of defense...
And on the far side, in menacing
militant led by Valentine...
On the contenders of the hour...
Behold, men...
Killer # 2.
Are you here for the ball, my
friend?
'Cos we're here to challenge Nicola's
reign in the name of the people!
this land.
So any gang in the province has a chance to
challenge The Woodcutter and take the town.
But as the leader of the biggest
gang...
And the cold often exceeds the
sporting gesture...
By sending only 1 killer to defend
his crown...
Stop.
You can roll the dice and die with
your men or...
Take the safe bat and come back to
work for Nicola.
All this will be forgotten.
Even the buffoon part.
You want me to work for a
woodcutter?
I call myself a killer win me a
number.
How about...
Killer # 1?
What should we do with him?
Kill them all.
Another gang, another night,
another fight.
And when will the wind bring a real challenge?
Ask the most powerful man east of the Atlantic.
Rest assured, his wish will be
granted.
But although our villain is constantly
challenged in his own quarters...
It is quite unlikely that his world
order will be shaken from within.
occur"
An outside intervention is needed.
An intervention brought about by
some means of transportation...
Many a time... a train.
Much like this one.
And as always the case with such
trains...
There should be at least one silent
stranger aboard.
Or two.
But for now...
Mark the red suit.
Walking under the train with the
confidence of an oppressor.
Mark the gray people.
Cowering in their seats.
Mark a lawless town silently crying
for a hero.
You remind me of someone.
A good man.
He also had very quick hands.
A friend of mine recommended that I
come here.
I'm looking for a game of cards.
Cards?
They're not in dope city anymore.
No cards here.
No gambling of any kind.
-You killed him.
- What was their prize on his head?
- No bounties here, Mister.
- No gambling?
No bounties?
What's alone man to do?
thousand.
That's a hundred each.
You're out of your f***ing mind!
That's two thousand.
That's about nine ways.
That doesn't quite go in, does it?
Friday nights at the Russian
roulette.
But it will cost you a fortune to
play in this game.
What's a fortune?
That thing that awaits you at the
end of the road, son.
I ain't your son.
Yoshi?
I brought money.
They own this town.. If they want
something.
They take it.
Just tell me.
Where can I find them?
Did somebody die?
Not yet. But the prospects seem
promising.
Yoshi is here at your Uncle's
request.
This is my father's dying wish.
The 'Dragon' is just a piece of
gold.
Let me take you down to the market.
We can copy the medallion.
Your father won't know the
difference.
An honorable man...
Knows the right path.
Don't you think?
I am not like my father.
Not yet, you're not.
With violence.
For me...
Life is about...
The perfection of Jin.
Then you shouldn't have come here.
Enter Red Suits.
Red Suits.
Good evening. Can I help you?
Out of the 7 codes of Bushido. Jin
is the toughest one to master.
If only because a compassionate
warrior is contradictory in turns.
But Yoshi, perhaps despite his
father...
He's made Jin his purpose.
And it's a purpose that makes
strong a vow...
At least strong enough... until
now.
Do they know you're here?
I ordered the Japan for this month.
We came... for fish.
So why don't you run along to the
kitchen and I'll...
Chop off some.
Go on.
Chop chop!
But the dear man holds honor, far
more precious than dear life...
Especially if that man happens to
be Japanese.
Yoshi!
This is what Jin is all about!
Get out!
Yoshi!
Yoshi!
They have an office in the meat
market.
If things don't go well...
There's a bar in Little West-world.
You may be able to buy some
information there.
Things never go well before first
going wrong.
And then getting worse.
Which is one of many lessons our
silent drifter's been hearing...
For as long as he can remember.
- So, Mister, where to?
- Russian Roulette.
You're from out of town.
Aren't you?
Hold your head up high, keep your
eyes on the prize.
Never let your guard down.
people.
Hey, Mister, looking for a good
time?
Always.
Hey! Where do you think you're
going?
I'm looking for a game of cards.
Keep looking.
If you play your cards right...
You'll always be quicker on the
draw.
Lonesome...
But live nonetheless.
She said every night.
Before putting him to sleep.
And he listened.
And she sung him a lullaby.
Can I help you?
What's behind the door?
- it'll cost you.
- How much?
$50, 000.
Cash?
Got anything else of value?
Diamonds? Drugs?
Bullets?
My life.
Worthless.
This is the headman personal game.
No exception to the rule.
Is he here tonight?
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