As the end of this sentence states, this work is the German poet Friedrich von…
Give me a break, Mr. Yamamoto!
I've been working every week lately!
Any regular person would've died by now!
Sorry, Yu.
It's apparently an emergency.
You're the only one available.
I have to go to HQ for another matter.
Someone else will fill you in on your mission.
I've already missed so many school days.
If I miss any more, I'll get held back!
Oh, I thought you already gave up on school.
Of course not! And I don't want to hear that from you!
Okay, okay.
I'll put together a special course for you at ARCAM later.
Go receive your briefing from the chopper.
-Thanks, Yu. -Wait, Mr. Yamamoto!
Damn it!
So?
What excuse do you have today for leaving early, Ominae?
Well…
My stomach's not feeling great.
Liar!
Did you give up on school, Ominae?
I haven't given up!
Honestly, everyone assumes that.
Okabe? What is it?
Please come to school this Friday.
What'd you say?
P-Please come to school this Friday no matter what!
What was that about?
Yayoi is moving away and changing schools at the end of next week.
What do you mean?
This is what you get for skipping so many days.
Okabe wants you to attend our sports day this week!
Sports day?!
Yayoi's on the committee.
I think she wants to create one last memory with everyone before she leaves.
That's not up to me.
Ow!
I don't want your excuses, just be here!
Please, Ominae.
Okay, fine. So, when is it?
This Friday.
At least make an effort to keep up with school events.
I think it'll work out.
Okay! I'll be there on your sports day.
I might be a bit late, so make me the anchor leg in the relay or something.
Okay.
You'll pay if you're late!
I-It'll work out…
No, it won't!
At least give me the important details, Mr. Yamamoto!
A freaking Berserker of all things!
Here exists a single Plate.
Beings of an ancient civilization,
whose great advances resulted in their downfall,
relayed a warning to the present generation
through this notice.
They wrote,
"Protect our legacy from evildoers."
An organization sincerely accepted this message
and actively seeks to keep ancient civilizations sealed.
And the special agents of that organization
are called "Spriggan."
"BERSERKER"
You've done it, Professor Mauser.
Now we might be able to prove our astroarchaeology theory.
Indeed!
An ancient past not recorded in human history.
We will be reviving advanced technology beyond modern capabilities,
and the OOPArt it created!
While it's annoying we need the military's aid,
soon we will be changing history!
Target OOPArt confirmed at Scorpion.
The enemy is preparing to transport it in a large cargo vessel.
Bravo Unit is currently engaging enemy forces at Point 1-4.
They're 600 units away from airbase.
Enemy forces are putting up a strong resistance,
preventing Alpha, Bravo, and Charlie units from advancing further.
This is Bravo Leader to Sierra 19.
We can't get closer due to enemy resistance.
Switching from Plan Veloz to Sfera.
Sierra 19, break enemy lines using route C
and head to the enemy base immediately!
I wouldn't be struggling like this if it were that easy!
Damn.
They've even sent in snipers.
I might have my suit on, but I'll still get hit in the head if I'm careless.
Damn it.
I don't have time for this!
Abandon OP Red and Yellow.
Drop outpost line by 300 units southwest.
Withdraw equipment…
Unbelievable.
He broke through our formation by himself.
Captain, that child soldier…
Yeah. ARCAM's Class-S agent, Yu Ominae.
Ominae?
That brat?
Nobody said a Spriggan would show up.
What exactly is in that container?
I haven't been told either.
But it seems that the SIS is involved.
MI6?
While ARCAM publicly operates to secure and protect relics around the world,
I hear that they excavate and seal OOPArts that surpass modern technology
with the foundation's backing.
If they've sent in a Spriggan,
that's either an ancient relic or…
Damn it.
This mission turned out to be a real pain in the ass.
I have a message from command.
Atlas will be lifting off at 0430 as planned.
Move to evacuate casualties and regroup.
Work with the guards on base to corner the Spriggan at Point K.
Exterminate all enemies who get near the runway!
It's time to put our pride as the SAS on the line!
Yes, sir!
Angel 2-1 to Sierra 19.
The cargo vessel carrying the target is on the move.
They're planning on taking it to England.
Prevent the vessel from taking off and recover the target.
I repeat, recover the target.
I know already!
You bastards!
Focus your fire!
Squad two, circle around!
Damn it! Stop destroying the environment!
Shit!
Fire!
-Yes! -We did it!
What?!
You want to make me kill more people?
Go.
Get out of here before I change my mind!
Tower, this is Atlas 0-1.
Requesting permission to enter runway.
Atlas 0-1, enter runway 1-2 via taxiway A3.
Runway wind speed is nine knots at 150 degrees.
Shit!
Cargo vessel is entering final takeoff procedures on the northwest runway.
Sierra 19, board the vessel and recover the target.
I'm not gonna make it!
I'll stop it from taking off!
Stop!
Sierra 19 to Angel 2-1.
Mission failed.
Send me a chopper now, I'll go after them.
Copy that.
LZ is at Point 4-0.
We'll come pick you up in 15 minutes.
Damn it!
This is nonsense!
We're the ones that excavated that OOPArt!
We never agreed to hand it over to the military, Lieutenant Colonel!
I understand that you're upset, Prof. Mauser.
But you owe your lives to us.
Owe you?
That object has already attracted the attention of many nations.
If we hadn't recovered it, it would have surely fallen to ARCAM's hands.
And you probably would have been hurt.
Besides, did you think we'd allow you to announce your astroarchaeology theory
at this point in time?
We can't allow you to cause panic among the civilians.
You just want to use that OOPArt for military gains!
You fools don't know its true value!
Don't forget these fools are providing you with this facility.
Lieutenant Colonel, the object is ready for analysis.
Thank you.
Shall we go then, Professor?
The fence is unsurprisingly electrified,
and the grounds are covered by an invisible laser alarm system.
They sure spent a lot of money building something so pointless.
First, I need to figure out how I'm getting inside.
Lieutenant Colonel Maria Clemente, huh?
Graduated MIT at the top of your class,
earning a doctorate by 20.
The great mechanical engineer genius
is now wasting her talent as a worthless military specialist.
I conduct my research for our nation's peace and safety.
Besides, there's no greater sponsor than the military.
Here are the preliminary results, Lt. Col. Clemente.
The outer material is four times harder than silicon carbide.
It's also blocking other internal scans.
It's a completely unknown metal.
It's as hard as a diamond.
However, the fact remains that it is some sort of alloy.
We'll test its electrical resistance as scheduled.
What?! S-Stop!
That's a new discovery that could change archaeology as we know it!
If you destroy--
Our mission is to identify what that is as soon as possible.
If it's as valuable as you think, it shouldn't be damaged so easily.
Enough! I won't let you continue doing whatever you want to it!
Give it back immediately!
These are priority orders from the DIS.
I'm not interested in your opinions.
If you'd like to be here, you'll understand, won't you?
Why you…
Sending electrical charge!
No change in electrical resistance.
Increasing charge.
What's happening?
What is it?
I-I don't know! The resistance just dropped to zero!
-What happened? -I can't see the object!
Check for contaminants first!
H-Hey, look!
What is that?
It was alive?
No, it's not!
This was…
a robot!
I can't believe it!
This is amazing…
Are you seeing this?!
This is our dream!
This old-world technology has been resurrected in front of us!
What is its power source?! Its energy source?!
Okay, we've got thousands of questions to answer!
The facility lost power.
Shit.
I gotta make a move!
It's a massacre.
None of the soldiers are bleeding.
The wounds have all been burned and carbonized.
Those idiots must have activated it.
Lieutenant Colonel, huh? Looks like you got away.
Y-You're that Spriggan bastard!
Bingo. You got it.
But I don't have time to play with you.
Where is it?
It needs to be stopped before things get even worse!
Get out of here!
I know!
Are you serious? That laser is hot enough to damage the Armored Muscle Suit?
What happened?
Did you do it?
Of course not!
Look at this.
Got it?
None of your weapons can do anything to it.
If you understand, get out of here already.
Or you'll all be killed.
Don't tell me you're planning on fighting that monster alone!
Obviously. That's what I came here for.
You're a stupid kid.
At least you can distract it for me.
We'll gather our forces in the meantime to destroy it.
Are you serious?
If you've got time for that, just run!
Hurry up and go!
My Orichalcum knife or your armor.
Let's see which is…
stronger!
I got it through!
The knife!
Damn it!
Go to…
hell!
That should keep you down for a while.
You've got to be kidding!
The target is in C Block!
Hurry! Surround it!
W-What?!
No way…
That's why I told you to get out of here already.
You're still alive?!
I thought I warned you pretty clearly.
I totally saw this coming.
What is this thing?
It's a weapon of war.
An ancient one.
A weapon?
The wars that once occurred around the world
have been passed down and retold as Genesis and the Mahabharata.
Apparently, they included many weapons
identical to modern ones like missiles and tanks.
That guy's one of those weapons created back then.
The ultimate war machine created by ancient technology.
That's why we gave it this name…
Berserker.
From my point of view, you're a Berserker just like that one.
How many lives have you sacrificed in the name of securing these relics?
In any case, I can't let this thing out the base.
It doesn't matter what we have to sacrifice, it's our duty to stop it.
A little too late.
ARCAM told you how dangerous that thing was over and over again.
What are you talking about?
I guess everyone's too busy thinking about themselves.
But either way, one thing's clear.
The scariest thing in the world
is the human psyche capable of creating Berserkers.
What can we do to stop it?
Hell if I know. You think of something.
Fine then.
I want information.
If you don't want any more people to die, pull up a map of this place.
What will you do?
Berserkers have a self-destruct function.
Self-destruct?
When ARCAM sealed one before,
it self-destructed and blew the facility to shreds.
This time, we need to take it down before that happens.
Don't tell me you're planning on fighting it again.
Oh? Are you worried about a Berserker like me?
I didn't mean it like that!
Unfortunately, I made a promise.
I don't have time to rest.
Promise?
Maybe I'm just being sentimental.
But to Yu Ominae, not the Spriggan,
my school and classmates are the only connections I have to the real world.
That's why I can't break my promises to them.
If I forget to keep my promises,
then I'm just a Berserker.
A hopeless war machine.
That's why I'm trying to cherish my school life right now.
I just want to be a normal teenager.
Teenager?
What's so funny?!
Who knew the infamous Spriggan Yu Ominae
was such a cute schoolboy.
Is that so wrong?
Just bring up the map of the base already!
Okay, okay. Calm down.
Bingo.
That's the perfect spot.
The nuclear bomb shelter in D Block on level 4.
I'll lure it there.
If I can shoot through the thick ceiling
using ARCAM's amorphous tungsten high-velocity armor-piercing round,
we'll stand a chance.
What will shooting the ceiling do?
You'll have to wait to find out.
I don't know how you plan to defeat it,
but the shelter can't withstand an impact from the inside.
You'll die.
Do you ever shut up?
Just track the Berserker's movements.
Why do I have to listen to this brat?
Yes!
The Berserker will enter D Block in roughly 90 seconds.
Wait at Point D-3.
Copy that.
What's going on?!
What's the matter?
Did you screw up again?
No, the blast doors are opening on their own!
At this rate…
the Berserker will escape the base!
What the hell are you do--
Shut up! I'm looking into it now.
W-Why?!
This ain't a joke.
There's no telling how much damage it'll do if it gets out!
Someone is controlling the base!
I'll head to the control room!
I'll leave that to you!
Do whatever you have to to regain control of the base!
I know that.
Target is behind the blast door and advancing. Here it comes!
All squads ready to fire.
Open fire when the blast door opens.
Give it everything you've got!
We'll stop it here!
Fire!
Don't move!
Prof. Mauser.
It can't be!
Lieutenant Colonel Clemente.
Look at this tragedy.
My entire team is dead.
How do you plan on taking responsibility for this?
Now's not the time!
Please close the blast doors now!
If the Berserker leaves the base, it'll destroy the nearby town!
Do you think that will be the worst of it?
I don't have much longer.
But I'll have you bastards take responsibility for everything!
I'll show the world my precious OOPArt!
Once the world sees that thing,
they won't be able to hide our astroarchaeology theory!
That's enough!
No, Lieutenant Colonel.
You have to watch this show too.
You fool!
Did you hear from control?
No, there's no response.
Damn.
What the hell happened?
Ominae Megaton Kick!
Run while you can!
It responds to living humans!
I'll handle the rest!
Bastard!
That was close.
Now it just needs to follow me…
Phew…
I would've died if I didn't have superhuman reaction.
Damn it! Come in, Lieutenant Colonel!
I got cornered!
I need an escape route! Hurry!
Can you not hear me? Come in, Lieutenant Colonel!
You dumbass!
Respond already!
Take the duct on the right!
Break through it!
What took you so long?!
What were you doing?!
Shut up! It's your fault for taking that corridor!
I was about to get burned to a crisp!
If you don't want to die, then be quiet!
Advance 30 meters and turn left.
D Block will be straight ahead!
Yes!
That must be the shelter!
It caught up to him already?!
Hurry! Once you pass Point D-4, you'll be at the shelter's entrance!
I'll guide you to stay out of sight.
No, it's getting ahead of him!
Now, Lieutenant Colonel!
Close the shelter's blast doors!
Hurry!
That must be it!
Take this!
Okay, I've done what I can.
All that's left is you or me.
Which Berserker will survive.
Right?
Now!
Idiot.
A laser's power is diminished by air…
especially when it's thick like this heavy steam!
Got it!
This is the end!
Did you do it?
Shit, it entered self-destruct mode.
Lieutenant Colonel!
Run faster!
If you've got time to talk, then shut the shelter already!
It's no use. There's no time.
Don't give up!
Just one more section!
Hey, Spriggan! Respond!
Can you hear me, Spriggan?!
This is what happens
when a kid runs in without a plan.
You never broke a promise?
How can you keep promises when you're dead?
I thought you were cherishing your school life.
I thought you wanted to be a normal teenager!
Say something, Spriggan!
Shut the hell up!
Don't yell out embarrassing things like that!
How? How did you…?
I ran down a maintenance hatch just in the nick of time.
A regular human would be ash by now.
Or maybe I was just lucky.
I see.
Anyway, don't you need to be somewhere?
Shit, it's already this late?!
Then you should get out of there.
Our reinforcements will be here soon.
I was already going to!
Tell me, Spriggan.
There's more?
Thank you.
I promise to repay you for this.
So please promise me you'll see me again.
What'd you say? I couldn't hear you, Lieutenant Colonel.
Hey, Lieutenant Colonel!
You've come to, Ms. Clemente.
Where am I?
A medical center in Birmingham.
You had a gunshot wound to the torso.
In any case, you received excellent first aid.
One wrong move and you would've bled to death.
That kid…
How are you feeling, Lt. Col. Clemente?
Director.
What a disaster.
I never imagined terrorists would target the Shropshire base.
Terrorists?
-Sir, that wasn't-- -Lieutenant Colonel.
Parliament already announced that this was an act carried out by extremists.
Of course, we the DIS, agree as well.
No OOPArts were carried into this country.
If you want to continue your research, you'll fall in line.
The scariest thing in the world
is the human psyche capable of creating Berserkers.
Stupid kid.
I hate that you're right.
31ST SHOGAKUKAN DAISAN HIGH SCHOOL SPORTS DAY
You're amazing, Hacchan!
You beat the boys!
Where's that idiot, Ominae?
It's okay! That guy keeps his promises.
Probably…
It's time for the final event, the class relay race!
Win or lose, be sure to…
Ominae's still not here.
On your marks!
Get set!
The runners are off!
Here!
Oh, no.
The anchor leg is up.
What is that idiot doing?!
Hurry up and get here already!
You rang? Well, here I am. Ta-da!
Ominae!
You're late! What's with those injuries?
I got burned. Okabe!
Y-Yes?!
Just you watch, I promise we'll win!
Over here!
Ominae!
Here!
Class B's anchor leg has overtaken Class A, F, and C with incredible speed!
That's amazing! Even though he's so hurt!
Go! Just one left!
His pace is slowing down.
Don't stop running until you overtake him, idiot!
Win then die!
So cruel!
Only a little more!
Please, God!
The winner is second year, Class B!
Yes!
I can't…
I'm gonna die.
Subtitle translation by: Zensho Yamamoto