Spartacus
Gladiator Circus
Spartacus:
Master! Ye who's not an oppressor,
but destined to become an oppressor one day.
Spartacus:
Yes. I see that you're confused.
I understand, we're inside the camp of a Roman army.
Spartacus:
And at this moment, we're going to show them our strengths. So it seems that I cannot avoid my destiny for battle.
Fujimaru 1:
What's going on?
Fujimaru 2:
Where is this place?
Spartacus:
Not to worry.
We both share the same destiny.
Spartacus:
Although if you do end up being an oppressor,
I'll have no choice but to cut down your head–
Spartacus:
Perhaps, I should've cut you down the day you became my "Master." But for now... I shall accompany you.
Spartacus:
Or, maybe... No, as long as you're a "Master"
there's no use. It's sad, but that's destiny.
Fujimaru 1:
What happened?
Fujimaru 2:
Please listen to me.
Spartacus:
It is time now for battle and bloodshed. The road forward from here will be a living hell. Yes, my blood will seethe.
Spartacus:
And my muscles, organs, skin, and all that I am will tremble with delight!
Mash:
Um... Master, Master.
I don't want to bother you when you look so confused.
Mash:
–And I know this is sudden.
But it looks like we're captured.
Fujimaru 1:
Why?
Fujimaru 2:
How come?
Mash:
All I know is that we were already like this when I woke up. See? Even Fou has cute little shackles on.
Fou:
Fou!
Mash:
It seems that we will be forced to fight as combatants–as Gladiators.
Spartacus:
You there, puppets of the oppressor.
Come out. I'll take you on as much as you like.
Mash:
And what's making this even worse,
Spartacus is really in the mood for a fight...
Mash:
Rather than think our way out of this,
it might be better for us to fight.
Spartacus:
All right, so we'll start with a warm-up, eh?
Mash:
Master, orders, please.
All right, let's begin!
Mash:
...Huh?
Spartacus:
It is over, sad and fragile.
And no one would sing of their praises.
Spartacus:
They stood before us, without a shred of fear in their body, they charged at us.
Spartacus:
Now that's courage. A great and might conviction,
something an oppressor will never have.
Spartacus:
Hail them! Hail these warriors!
Not me, but them!
Mash:
...Master.
Wait a little while longer before giving orders.
Spartacus:
Ah-ha! You're next?
Come at me!
Mash:
A-A lion?
Master, your orders! This could be a real fight–!
Mash:
–Or maybe not.
Mash:
Now that I think about it, Spartacus was always renown for being a great gladiator.
Mash:
On this kind of battlefield, he can handle this all alone without a problem.
Spartacus:
–This stench! It reeks! This is the stench of impatience. Mixed with the stench of rage.
Spartacus:
It's the stench of animosity, that they will not let us return alive. In that case, I am already prepared!
Spartacus:
Monsters! Bring out the monsters that you people sealed away with your oppression!
Spartacus:
That is their way to becoming free!
For as long as our interests conflict, I will crush them!
Spartacus:
Yet, when all has ended, I shall weep! I will take their hands, and shed tears of blood for their destiny.
Mash:
...This time, it is my turn...right?
Fou:
Fou...
Spartacus:
Hmm. A warrior with the head of a beast, eh?
I am ready. Let each of us now fight for our freedom!
Spartacus:
Wahahahahahahahahahahaha–!
--BATTLE--:
Mash:
We've defeated the werebeasts–but.
From what I can see, it looks like more are on the way!
Mash:
Now it's–!
Spartacus:
Now it's the merging of a woman and a serpent.
But, whoever appears before me shall be a warrior.
Spartacus:
Will that torso of yours curl around me and crush me first? Or will my blade pierce your torso first.
Spartacus:
The bone crushing battle shall wait no longer!
I'll gladly vanquish my foe!
--BATTLE--:
Mash:
Whew... When Spartacus got Lamia in that suplex,
I wasn't sure how it would turn out.
Spartacus:
All right, what's next?
Spartacus:
Oh, another lion? ...No, it's not.
This is...a lion, yet a lot more ferocious!
Mash:
Could it be–
Mash:
A Chimera?
Spartacus:
What an abomination! Well, never in my lifetime have I encountered a creature like this!
Spartacus:
The trembling that I feel is by no means my imagination.
Let's do this, great lion!
Spartacus:
I shall risk my life–to obtain my freedom!
Gaaaaaaarrrrrrrrgh–!
--BATTLE--:
Spartacus:
I am...victorious...
Mash:
I'm exhausted...
Fujimaru 1:
Well done!
Fujimaru 2:
You fought well!
Mash:
Thank you.
Spartacus:
All right, what's next?...Hmm?
What is the meaning of this?
Spartacus:
The Roman soldiers have disappeared.
The campsite is gone, too.
Spartacus:
Hm. ...What's this? Now I'm troubled.
What am I going to do now that the oppressor is gone.
Spartacus:
I was to regain my freedom after I defeat the oppressor.
Now that he's gone, how am I going to...
Wait! Could this be what true freedom–tastes like?
Master, what do you think?
Fujimaru 1:
Well, let me see...
Spartacus:
Wait, there're more oppressors out there in the world.
My fight won't end until I've defeated them all.
Spartacus:
Yes, without a doubt– Until that day arrives,
you're coming with me to the depths of hell.
Spartacus:
Oh, my Master!