Detroit Metal City Page #4

Despite that...

...the f***ing fool fled.

I'm home, Shigemi.

Be... be...

You've grown so much.

Shigemi... I'm back for good.

That whole dream of music

was never going to work.

My dear boy...

Mother.

It's a surprise to have you back

out of the blue.

Why are you wearing that?

What's wrong?

I bet you've been worried...

Let's talk later. Hurry indoors.

That shirt's only for sale

at our gigs or online...

Why?

What on earth's going on?

What's that sound I know so well?

You old goat!

How dare you wear my DMC shirt

out in the damn yard?

Take it off before you stretch it.

B*tch, I wring your neck.

Toshi's a total DMC convert...

Toshi,

don't talk to Ma like that.

Is it okay to have your hair that color?

What about your d*ckhead haircut?

It's a "mushroom" cut, actually.

The song's ending...

Toshi-kun?

He's been like this recently.

Won't go to school.

Won't help around the farm.

Is that right...

My music even got my own family

in a muddle.

Unknown Number?

Hello?

You little punk,

I'll meet you in the back yard.

Who's there?

Where are you?

Who was it on the phone?

Come on out. I'll tear you apart!

You little prick...

Think you can tear me apart?

Sir Krauser... why are you here?

Tonight is the full moon.

I was summoned from hell by you.

Wow...

You don't help around the farm,

nor go to school, either.

Yes, to be like you, Sir Krauser.

I dropped school

and all that domestic crap.

You idiot!

Caring for the beasts

is to learn to command power...

as every ruler must.

Shigemi's so shy...

yet she doesn't mind him.

Cutting the grass

a useful skill when it's time

to cut men's throats.

He's so good at that...

Learning to drive a tractor...

vital for when it's time

to car-jack and steal.

Wow... just like a true farmer's boy.

Also...

I studied all the way to college.

A good ruler must prepare himself

with a knowledge of all disciplines.

Is that right...

I should relearn the basics again.

That's good. Toshi feels bad now.

Oh, Toshi-kun...

Is this a friend of yours?

Mr. Johannes Krauser II,

from down under.

Australia?

So far away.

I mustn't let Mom see me like this.

Will you stay the night?

You like my mom's fried

eggplant that much?

It's a feast. Honor your parents.

Yes.

That's your older brother?

He's a jerk... d*ckhead haircut...

Fool! That style is purposely obscene.

Only for those at the highest ranks

of death metal.

Is that right?

Let's all take a photo together.

Good idea. Where's Soichi?

The gate to hell's closing... curfew...

What a shame...

Has he gone?

I don't think they noticed.

Hi... I'm back from my walk.

That's so cool.

It really looks like a dick-head.

What are you talking about?

You missed the photo with Mr. Krauser.

You've got a delivery from your friend.

Today, the long-awaited face-off

between DMC and Jack II Dark.

DMC, representing Japan's metal scene

yet still awaiting Krauser's

return from the under world...

From Wada-kun...

Dear Mr. Negishi,

my dream is to be on TV

and chat with famous hosts.

That's abrupt.

Like a letter to Santa Claus.

Without you,

I'd have become just

an MC in a karaoke bar.

Nishida would be in jail

for some kind of perversion.

So we need you back here.

DMC is our dream come true.

Just as it is for the Boss

and all our fans.

Come back in time for the contest.

We're all waiting.

Sincerely yours, Wada.

Wada-kun...

Nishida-kun...

Summer Holiday Game

Boss...

No music, no dream.

Japan is already yours.

Please defeat Jack and rule the world.

Our hopes are pinned on DMC.

You must defeat Jack.

I owe my life to Sir Krauser.

DMC's music lets me dream.

A new album, I beg you.

Please promise you'll return.

These can't be real...

My dear, what's the matter?

Oh, nothing...

Are these Mr. Krauser's?

I guess he left them here.

Shall we go for a walk?

I've never seen Toshi so happy.

Mr. Krauser really is a good person.

That's hardly likely.

A good person wouldn't wear that

make-up nor sing those terrible songs.

Mr. Krauser makes people dream

with those songs.

- Dream?

- Of course.

But...

Dreams don't turn into anything

in the end...

They're good for nothing. Dreams

just set you up for disappointment.

Dreams are fine. They cost nothing.

It's true that life can be harsh

and not everyone's dream comes true.

But every single person

is free to dream all he wants.

Dreams are amazing.

A dream can supply courage

and the power to move forward.

In the depths of disappointment,

a dream can shine a light in your heart.

No matter what you look like

nor how you say it,

if you help someone dream,

you're amazing.

That's what I think, anyway.

- Good afternoon.

- Good afternoon.

- Lovely weather.

- It really is.

- May I have this?

- That'll be 500 yen.

May all Soichi's dreams come true.

Mother...

Mother. I must go back.

Really...

If you bump into Mr. Krauser in Tokyo,

kindly give him this.

Huh?

Take care.

Just as music gave me the power to dream

I'm now able to give others

the power to dream.

The dream...

...only I can provide.

- He's been spotted!

- What?

Tahat's it!

Someone witnessed him

in the driving seat of a bullet train.

Sir Krauser is back among us mortals!

Let's go.

Where are you going?

World Collapse

I'm off to do some research.

It's Sir Krauser!

Sir Krauser!

We're heading to the venue.

We'll escort you there.

Sir Krauser.

This way, sir.

Sir Krauser, over here.

Sir Krauser.

I had no idea metal was so popular.

The dream...

...only I can provide.

- Jagi!

- Sir Krauser's not there.

Please come to us, Krauser.

Gimme my bloomers back.

Straight into "Fkingham Palace".

Jack... amazing as ever.

Here it comes.

Is it time for the beast?

It's the Metal Buffalo.

Beat him!

This is dangerous.

Jagi will get gored.

Go get him. The Metal Buffalo.

Krauser!

I ascend from hell where I dug a grave

to bury an old fool called Jack.

Since when did he write in English?

He must mean business.

He's going to scrap with the King.

DMC will never survive this.

Kill him!

Be... be...

Sir Krauser commands the beast.

Jesus Christ, Krauser

you know how to bring it.

Next, I shall pacify you.

F***!

NO!

He's stealing Jack's trademark curse.

You still went behind me years!

He'll never keep pace with Jack!

Sir Krauser's raiding fkingham Palace.

He pronounces "Fk" so well.

Idiot.

No way Krauser could sing that classic.

How dare you say that?

Neither of them will back down.

Not taking a breath...

neither of 'em afraid to die.

Sir Krauser, breathe or you'll die.

Can Sir Krauser keep up with Jack?

Damn! He doesn't know when to give up.

What happened?

- Where's Jack?

- Sir Krauser?

What's happened?

Sir Krauser!

Maybe, they're dead?

What?

Sir Krauser is beyond killing.

It was a heck of an explosion.

What you say is blasphemy.

Krauser?

That's enough, Sir Krauser.

He's right. We've seen enough.

You showed us the dream.

Sir Krauser!

- Thank you, DMC.

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