I suspect if a full adaptation of SUPER MUNEN BROS 1664 could ever exist, it'd be my Favourite Thing Ever, just for the *krkkkkk* sound effect of homie cranking he buns to cinderblock-shattering pressure, right before he backhands a muhfucka's jawbone CLEAN AWFFUdderdude wrote:Oh yeah, I read that one years ago. Good stuff. The anime is on my watch list. lol
>MUH BEAUTIFUL FACE IS RUINED
^^^ Buddy's (◎w◎;) face as he processes his sword hand is now DAWG SHIT, and he FACE is next Legit MESMERISIN BGM too! It's a hell of a thing, getting PWNED by those beneath your station (;`w´;)
The anime's climactic duel is legitimately one of the heaviest fuckin things I've ever seen on film. IMMENSE PRESSURE (`w´メ) the next two major clashes down the line would be even moreso, with their hellraising turnabouts and near-misses!
Mostly I wonder, would they use the "buns of steel" SFX for the tribunal scene where Rival Master, sat behind Fujiki, goes "HAW! M'lords, these Tiger Bros clearly ain't shit nowadays. PLS, award the training contract to my -" only for a sitting Fujiki to superhumanly handspring into an upside-down iaido swipe before returning to a perfect kneel, lobotomising the offending fuckface at seven feet without so much as leaving his seat and causing the magistrates to say "AWW SHEEEEIT, WE FIND THE DEFENDANT EXTREMELY COOL, ALL CHARGES DROPPED"
"Fufufu" at this you smug cunt (`w´メ)
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Typing this, it hits me how engrossing yet utterly mirthless a work this is. By its face-obliteratingly hardcore nature, its battles and prowess can't help but blooden - you would need to be one cold floppy wiener not to go at some of the slayings these steel-bunned men unleash on chumps. But there are no comic relief characters, or bouts of superdeformed mugging, the stuff even ostensibly XTREEM Berserk used (and used well, imo). What it does have are vanishingly rare but profound instances of human warmth, inevitably compromised by an exceptionally cruel world. There's an increasing sense towards the end, long past the point of no return, of how farcically unnecessary all of this was; my favourite being
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Similarly, there's no God Hand at work in all this strife; only mortal avarice and myopic wrath in the shadow of a nightmarish but by no means fanciful social order. Stripped of the superhuman combat prowess and cascading phantasmagorias, you'd have a bracingly stiff hip flask of historical tragedy to slug back. I enjoy the embellishment, ultimately, a rare balance of indulgent style and flat strife.