Dad...
Help him, Izumo. Help him!
I'm bleeding. The little brat bit me!
- (Sean) Izumo? Is he...?
- I'm afraid he is.
Sean, in the last months you have
proven yourself a worthy student.
Thank you, Master.
Now it is time to continue your training
in the art of mikkyo, the secret doctrine.
First position.
Second position.
Third position.
Fourth position.
Fifth position.
Very good, Sean. First position.
First strike. Second position.
Third position.
Angle the sword down.
Fourth position.
Fifth position. Well done, Sean.
- (sighs)
- That's OK.
Four, five.
One, two.
- One, two...
- Ow!
(lzumo) Your body is merely
the vehicle of your soul.
Ultimate physical power can be achieved
only by way of spiritual power.
Your mind and soul over your body.
Remember that, Sean.
Mind and soul over your body.
Sean?
Do you remember the first technique?
It's been a long time.
Hai!
(lzumo) We have overcome your tragedy
and turned it into opportunity.
My doubts and fears of bringing you here
are at rest.
Your ability shows that
a greater destiny awaits you.
Now you must seek out this destiny alone.
Your training is at last complete, Sean.
Now you are a ninja.
PORT SAN LUCO, TRIANA
PRESENT DAY
Gentlemen, may I have your attention?
Thank you for coming. Please be seated.
Today is really a great day.
This project has been
over ten years in research.
But I'm glad that I can tell you that there
will be no more inefficient hijackings.
No more bungled kidnappings
or mistimed bombings.
Now terrorism can be scientifically
focused to be totally effective.
It all sounds quite impressive, Doctor.
But until you prove its ability
to defeat any human -
or should I say even the strongest
human? - they're not buying.
Very good, General Andreas.
That's a good challenge. I'll accept it, too.
We'll find a superhuman and show you
the power of our new experiment.
We'd be ready to strike within a month,
if not sooner.
Things seem to be going nicely.
Except for General Andreas. I don't know
how you tolerate his incessant demands.
His dissatisfaction
can work to our advantage.
Until he's outlived his usefulness, let him
think he runs the island. It doesn't matter.
(man) Air Triana announces
the departure of its flight...
Excuse me. You're Sean Davidson, right?
Yeah.
- Curtis. Curtis Jackson!
- That's right.
- Good to see you again, man.
- Good to see you.
- Fighting lightweight?
- I'm just gonna do the sword competition.
Excuse me. Sorry. You made the cover
of Inside Karate this month.
- Dex.
- Hi, Dex. Sean Davidson.
Good to meet you, man.
It's a pleasure. It really is.
- Hey, this is Curtis Jackson.
- (Curtis) Dex.
- Of course. The sword man.
- That's right.
Boy. The English look, uh...
(posh) very pale, wouldn't you say?
That's Joe Simpson there. He's tough.
I see Tom Wright from Australia's
here also.
I ain't worried. I mean, uh...
we're Americans, right? (chuckles)
- This your first time?
- Yeah.
- Come on.
- ...please board immediately.
(# steel drum music)
(woman) Triana Island Air
is pleased to announce
the flight from the mainland
has now arrived at Gate 3.
(men chatter happily)
Oh.
(seabirds cry)
- Well, they've all arrived.
- Great. Please, sit down.
- Would you like a drink?
- No, thanks.
Arranging that tournament was actually
a fabulous idea. Really fabulous.
Well, only if the right one is here.
Remember, General Andreas
asked for a superhuman.
Yes. That is the question.
I saw the American team at the airport.
I think the guy we're after is one of them.
Really?
Very good. Watch the tournament.
If you think he's the one, let me know.
- Absolutely. I will.
- Thank you.
(woman) Welcome