Who is there?
- I almost did it! - It's not worth lifting it!
- Three points for the bear. - It's not right!
I only raised it a few inches.
Just do it!
You didn't wait for the start, the bear wins.
For a thousand mozzarella, what are you doing Trappola?
- Loses the match. - I'm training.
I have an announcement to make to you.
After evaluating several possibilities,
I decided what to do in life: the wrestling wrestler.
- Didn't you want to be a juggler? - I am a juggler.
- But what... ? - Lallalà lallalì!
Trap!
But now I want more.
I want to pursue my dream of becoming a wrestler.
I have some news.
I just got a message from Mousitomo,
the last of the samurai.
He gave me an interview in his beautiful house in Japan.
- In Japan? Wow! - Wait a second!
Now I see my future even more clearly.
It is not in wrestling, but in sumo.
Here we go!
One, two, three ... the bear wins!
- Shall we have tea? - We're almost there, guys!
Mousitomo's house is at the top of the hill.
I can't believe it, we are in Japan
in the land of sumo!
I have been dreaming of taking this trip for I don't know how long.
- Now I'm here! - You don't know anything about sumo.
How can you think this is for you?
I feel it, it's kind of a weird tingling.
I feel it in the paws but not only in the paws.
I was sitting on a pineapple!
Did you know that a sumo wrestler weighs more than 120 pounds?
Maybe you don't have the right physique for this kind of sport.
In this case, I start training right away.
Thank you.
My physique is improving.
Hi, Mousitomo is waiting for you.
- Oh, for a thousand caciotte! - You're in Japan.
You have to take a bow when you meet someone.
He is a true sumo wrestler!
- I found my teacher. - Please, come this way.
You can't say he's a sumo wrestler because he weighs a lot.
-He is rude. - You're right.
-Maybe he does weight lifting. - I did not mean that.
Maybe he fights with alligators or with giant octopuses.
Trap!
Geronimo san, it is a pleasure to host you and your family.
- It's an honor to meet you. - Please make yourselves comfortable.
This is Ideo, my butler.
Butler, huh?
Trap!
Sorry, Trap thinks Ideo is a sumo wrestler.
Really?
Ideo, please take my sword.
I would like a photo of me to appear in your article.
as I put on my armor and hold my sword.
It is phenomenal!
This is the glorious sword of the Mousitomo.
It is the most precious heirloom of our clan.
Whoever possesses it is the clan lord.
And he has access to all of his great riches.
- I can? - Naturally.
Ideo, please bring the guests a cup of tea.
I know you are a sumo wrestler, do you wanna be my sensei?
I beg you!
I'll take care of it, sensei.
Oh no! Sorry so much, sensei.
I'll clean it, don't worry.
Luckily I found a towel.
That's not a towel!
It is an imperial banner of the sixteenth century.
I'm sorry!
Quiet, I was joking! It's a towel.
Sorry for Trap, he's a sumo fan.
- I mean, it has been since yesterday morning. - He wasn't wrong.
Ideo was once a sumo wrestler.
If this is so important to Trap san,
and since you are my guests,
I authorize Ideo to teach him sumo as long as you are here.
Iuuu! Stratopic!
I don't think that manuscript belongs to you.
Ah!
Three ninjas! They managed to escape!
- Are you okay, Tea? - Yes.
My sword is gone! What a terrible misfortune!
We're not dealing with occasional thieves.
They knew well they wanted.
Now the question is: who cared about that sword?
Anyone who wants to take control of the clan
and seize its wealth.
If anyone claimed the wealth of the Mousitomo,
they would plead guilty to the theft.
The ninjas also wanted to take this manuscript.
I intervened before they could do it.
Could you tell us what it says?
It describes the famous battle between the two rival clans
Mousitomo and Ratsuda.
The Mousitomo won and took the sword.
This manuscript dates back to several years ago.
Unfortunately the first part is missing.
Like many texts of that era it was written
from the bottom up.
To decipher it I would need the full text.
Who could have the other half?
For years it was thought to be in the possession of the Ratsuda.
Then it must have been the descendants of the Ratsuda clan
- who attempted to steal the manuscript. - And why?
You said your part of the manuscript is incomplete.
The Ratsudas think that by putting the parts together
they could prove that their clan has won
and that therefore the sword belongs to them.
But they didn't win. It was the Mousitomo who won.
At least it is thought that this is how it went.
It sounds like a stratypical story.
We will help you find your sword.
Where can we find the descendants of the Ratsuda?
Nobody knows.
Good morning, Trap san.
Let's start the lesson with some basic moves.
Lift your paw as high as you can.
And then put it back on the ground by folding it like this.
Cramp!
Let's try something simpler.
Observe ...
Now try to do it yourself.
It takes a lot more grace.
- No, let's try again! - I have a better idea!
Let's start from the end. I am very hungry.
It is an important part of training.
- I have to gain weight. - Weight has nothing to do with it.
Sumo is a question of technique and discipline.
Ok, technique and discipline: first let's eat something.
With this attitude you will never become a sumo wrestler.
Trust me: I was born to be a fighter
and I can't wait to fight.
- What should I do? - You have to win a match.
Rest assured, it will happen soon.
But first I eat!
Since the ninja work for the Ratsuda clan
and will have brought the sword to them,
we must find out where the clan residence is.
- How do we find out? - In the simplest way.
Asking around.
Do you know where I can find the Ratsuda clan?
Ratsuda ...
- Samurai! Can you understand me? - Excuse me Miss.
Do you know the Ratsudas?
Where can I find ninjas?
Ninja? I got it!
Ninja!
You, you and you!
I am Trap and I am here to beat you all.
Here.
- Who is that? - Mousuke Kondo.
He is training for tonight's match.
I'm sorry for the poor guy you have to fight with.
- Yeah, me too. - Who is the unfortunate mouse?
It is you. By going up to the dojo you have officially challenged him.
Ah!
Goodbye!
The locals don't seem very talkative.
I am convinced that the Ratsuda are in these parts.
We have to search again.
Hello, Trap! How is the training going?
Here ... good!
- The problem is sumo. - He fled like lightning
- as soon as he saw the opponent. - What was I supposed to do?
That's bigger than Mount Fuji.
But isn't that bathrobe too big?
You're right.
- Yes, it's someone else's. - It's from your opponent:
Mousuke Kondo.
He here is the only one big enough to wear it.
- Maybe he wants it back. - Help! Save me!
Excuse me a moment, Trap.
- Interesting. - What, uncle?
- Guys, a little help. - On that coat of arms there is a stone,
a parchment and two crossed swords.
Is very strange!
I have the impression that I have already seen it somewhere.
For all mozzarella, it's the same emblem!
I am still below.
According to the manuscript it is the coat of arms of the Ratsuda.
Do you think Kondo is one of the Ratsuda, uncle?
There is only one way to find out. Let's follow him.
Trap, come with us since you've given up sumo.
What if instead of sumo
- I taught you to fish? - I was born for sumo.
Besides, I'm already an excellent fisherman.
I want to continue the lessons with you.
Wait a moment!
Do you realize that if you get back on that carpet,
you will have to fight Kondo?
When you fled, you dishonored him.
Now she wants to regain her prestige by
turning your body into yuzu pulp!
Crusts and croutons! Would that be him?
From the size I would say yes.
It must be the Ratsuda castle. Let's follow him!
We still don't know if it's a Ratsuda.
- What do we do now? - Simple! We knock.
Who are you? Who are you looking for? What do you want?
I am Geronimo Stilton, a journalist.
I would like to speak to Mr. Kondo.
Mr. Kondo does not grant interviews.
Go away!
There must be some way to know what's going on there.
I was afraid you would say that.
Up and down! Up and down!
Up and down! Up and down ...
Lots of guards.
The same ninjas who stole the sword.
The other part of the manuscript is in the castle.
Let's not jump to conclusions.
Just because there are ninjas doesn't mean ... Hey!
You go ahead.
I'm staying here to make sure no one escapes.
Would you face the ninjas alone?
If you put it this way ...
This room is really huge.
If you were the clan leader, where would you have put the sword?
- In the main room. - What are we waiting for?
Plan!
- Floors of the nightingale. - What?
They use them as a precaution.
The floors creak.
An effective way to report the presence of intruders.
I learned this when I was studying martial arts.
There is no problem, do what I do.
- It should be here. - The leader of the Ratsuda clan.
- Where will the sword go? - The bench weighs a ton.
Looks like someone moved it recently.
Maybe it's hiding something. Help me, come on!
We found the other part of the manuscript.
Stratopic! Oops!
- And now what do we do? - Load!
Stop! Game over!
- To us, stracchino cheese! - Not now.
Were you looking for this by any chance?
This sword belongs to me,
I am the heir to the glorious Ratsuda clan.
It was the Ratsuda who won the battle between the clans.
The Mousitomo say the opposite.
They are wrong.
Now that I have the sword I will tell everyone the truth
tonight at the sumo tournament.
I will also claim the riches that belong to the Ratsuda.
- What about us? - You will be my guests
until I return.
Feel free to scream for help with how much breath you have in your throat.
Nobody will hear you.
How will I be able to defeat Kondo?
- It weighs 12 times more than me. - As I have already told you
, sumo is not just a question of weight.
The most important thing in this discipline is here.
- The ear? - No.
- Here. - The nose?
Hair?
The other ear! Am I getting closer?
Your brain, Trap!
Do you think I'm good enough to beat him?
No.
Hey, wait a minute!
Maybe I figured out how to defeat that giant!
I'll just do ...
But I mean, are you kidding me?
It's useless, Aunt Tea. The bars are too strong.
We take advantage of the situation to decipher the parchment.
The two clans challenged each other on the twelfth day
of the first month of flowering.
- Since when do you read Japanese? - We've been here for two days.
- I've put my time to good use. - What's written?
We need to get out of here as soon as possible.
Kondo must be stopped before he makes the announcement.
We have already tried and it is impossible.
Why Uncle G? What did you find out?
Have you heard?
Maybe I'm wrong but I think there is a step.
Brava, Tea! You're right!
We must hurry.
- What are you doing? - Listen to me all!
I am Mousuke Kondo,
legitimate heir of the Ratsuda clan.
You there! Drop your sword and fight fair.
I am the great Trap, I'll give you a good lesson!
- Please excuse us! - Permit!
Hey friend! Sumo is not about weight.
It also takes some brains.
Oh!
- This is mine! - Wait!
I have something important to tell you.
- Later. - But it's about the sword.
As well as your ancestors.
I have joined the two parchments.
You will have a nice surprise!
Here it is written that the battle between the two clans
was not a battle, but a game.
- The game of scissors, paper and stone. - What?
Know that your ancestors were friends.
They preferred to play rather than fight.
The proof is in the family crest of the Ratsuda clan.
On the coat of arms are a stone, a scroll
- and two crossed swords. - Exactly!
- Scissors, paper and stone. - What?
As I understand it, our ancestors were friends.
Let's honor them as true samurai.
Aah!
- The winner is Trap! - Trap?
Greetings from Geronimo Stilton live from Japan.
Here a historic reconciliation took place
between two samurai clans during a sumo tournament.
The moral of this story
is that it is much better to resolve disputes with a game
than with a war.
Congratulations on your victory.
Will you continue your career as a sumo wrestler?
No, that's water under the bridge.
Now I understand where I can best express myself.
- And in what field? - I'll go for origami.