02x15 - Feeling the Beginning

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You may be
the strongest person in the USA,

but you're still just a convict to me.

They've given you way too space,
in my opinion.

The truth of the matter is, what you see
is only one-fifth of what I've got.

I can see what's in front of me.

You have way too much muscle,

and a book collection
the size of a library.

You don't want to let go of anything.

Looks to me like
you're showing signs of insecurity.

Don't be so sure.

By the way,
I heard that your son, Baki,

had a battle with that caveman.

How do you feel
about the way it turned out?

Nice try,
but I'm not gonna let you bait me.

A weak man fought
a strong man into a corner.

As a result, he ultimately forced him
to use the weapon called martial arts.

In the end,
however, the weak man won.

How incredibly impure!

How incredibly filthy.

How incredibly muddied...

How incredibly frivolous.

Emotion.

Effort. Diligence.

Such dynamics often tarnish a pure fight.

In the end, they complicate
the simple fruit that is victory.

I see I'm at a disadvantage
in a fist fight.

When this fight is over,

we'll determine whose elevation
is higher than sea level,

whose head position is highest.

And that person will be the victor!

The moment the conflict ended,

Biscuit Oliva's head
was 3,625 feet above sea level,

While Yujiro Hanma's head
was positioned 3,628 feet above sea level.

I had a feeling
things would end this way.

You are looking very healthy, sir.

I'm pleased to see you're doing so well.

RESILIENCE

Quit being so formal.

Show me your face, Prime Minister.

PRIME MINISTER

You've only been in office a short time.

I imagine you've found the job
quite challenging.

The responsibility's so heavy,
I sometimes regret it.

- So, then...
- Yes sir.

This weight that is causing you
so much trouble,

how many pounds would make it go away?

What do you mean by pounds?

Don't be naïve.

I'm talking about money,
Mr. Prime Minister.

Not just handfuls of yen, but so much
you'll have to use pounds to measure it.

'Scuse me? Use pounds?

10,000 YEN

I've prepared
600 pounds of yen for you to use.

All told, that's more
than three billion in currency.

You're going to need
a truck to transport it.

And now, Mr. Prime Minister,
presuming that you're a realistic man,

I have a rather important favor to ask.

I'm at your service.

MINISTRY OF EDUCATION
AGENCY FOR CULTURAL AFFAIRS

I'm lost here.

It doesn't seem that complicated.
Just a fight between father and son.

Why does he want the country's approval?

MINISTER OF DEFENSE

Let me explain.

When I took office, I was given
an update about this situation.

The previous Minister of Defense
informed me

of the existence of the man in question.

What? You were briefed?

You're telling me you already knew
about Yujiro Hanma all this time?

Why didn't you speak up before? Who is he?

The fact is,
I'm not really sure how to explain him.

I know this. The man is mighty.

He's strong beyond imagination.

What type of strength?

Sheer brute strength.

He's an unbelievable physical specimen.

Huh? Wait a minute.

Like something superhuman?

Yes, sir.

Stronger than anything I've ever seen.

Hmm. This makes even less sense.

We're a nation governed by laws.

No matter how much strength this man has,
he can't go rogue.

The police would take him down, right?

No, I'm afraid they would not.

Hmm? What do you mean, Minister?

A few administrations ago,

the serving Prime Minister was assaulted
in his official residence by Yujiro Hanma.

You've got to be kidding?

Where were the security guards?
How did he break in?

He didn't break in at all.

He announced ahead of time
that he was going to attack.

There were no less than 100
fully-equipped riot police standing guard.

Hmm? And?

He cut right through them.

Like a knife through butter.

Is he a sorcerer?! That's ridiculous!

Education Minister,
did you know about this?

By rumor.

Nothing was ever confirmed.

The Prime Minister placed a gag order
on the incident

to help maintain public order.

Apparently, it worked.

- Minister.
- Yes?

This brute of a man was able
to single-handedly break through security

and attack the most powerful figure
in our nation.

You run the educational system.

How do you think that behavior
is going to affect our children?

It could end up being disastrous.

Imagine the example it sets for young men.

They could try
and follow in his footsteps.

Without a doubt.

It could lead to an upsurge in violence
across the country.

So, what's the answer?
Surely we have some way to contain him.

Our nation's weapons
must be powerful enough

to overcome brute strength.

Listen, there are things
you need to know about this man.

He's not operating in isolation.

He's made some alliances.

Hmm?

The United States
of America recently entered

into a non-aggression pact with him.

They signed
a treaty of friendship?!

This is Yujiro.

It's the most recent image
I was able to obtain from my files.

They call him the "Ogre."

I don't know where the name came from,

but I am sure he's considered
the strongest being on Earth.

I have to admit, that's quite a face.

It's almost demon-like.

It's not just demon-like.

The man truly is a demon.

Hmm?

Excuse me.
You almost sound like you're a fan.

Hmm.

I think you misunderstand
where I'm coming from,

so allow me to explain myself.

As far as we know,
Yujiro Hanma is the only man on Earth

who Is a brute strength pro.

I'm sorry, but what does that mean?

With one of his powerful arms,
he can make anything happen.

He's what all other men aspire to be.

He appears to be invulnerable.

I'm sure that's why the U.S. was anxious
to establish a treaty with him.

Nobody's invulnerable. He's human, right?

Why couldn't a sn*per
fatally sh**t him from long range?

That would solve the problem.

No, not really

We would end up
becoming an enemy of the U.S.,

since he has a treaty with them.

What if it's a treaty of convenience?

Maybe the U.S.
could be convinced to take him out.

That won't work.

At this point, the whole world
is lining up to join forces with the Ogre.

- Listen.
- Uh-huh?

We have to deal with reality.

Hanma is
the most powerful weapon on Earth.

For weaker countries,
making him an ally is the only way

to protect themselves against aggression.

As a result, he's invaluable.

No nation on the planet would ever
be stupid enough to try and k*ll him.

A moment ago, you asked me
if I was secretly a fan of the Ogre.

Yes. Was I wrong?

You're asking
the wrong question.

It wouldn't matter if it was the Ogre,
or a member of parliament,

a manga artist, a pianist,
a rock musician, or a soldier.

If any of them had been born

with the incredible strength
of Yujiro Hanma,

they all would have used that strength
to achieve their dreams.

Every one of them would have chosen
the path of the Ogre.

I suppose those of us
that don't have that brute strength

have to use our occupations
as a substitute to get what we want.

That's why Hanma is
the only brute strength pro in the world.

Let me repeat
what I said earlier, gentlemen.

What you will be taught here
is not for improving your character,

nor for defending yourself
against unjust violence.

On the contrary,
it is straight-up violence.

That is to say, these are techniques
that are used on the b*ttlefield.

So there's no such thing as foul play.

As a matter of fact,

if something is foul play,
you should be willing to use it.

I've read each
and every one of your histories.

Stand up, Mark.

You're an experienced Thai kickboxer.

You're also a mixed martial-arts fighter.

And you've fought
in professional boxing rings.

This is an order.
I want you to k*ll me in a free fight.

Huh?

Yes, sir.

No way!

Get up, Howard, it's your turn.

Howard the Judo fighter.
Result, eyes poked out.

Richard the boxer.
Succumbed to an over-the-head throw.

Schmidt the wrestler.
Punched into unconsciousness.

Takahashi the old style bujutsu fighter.
Bound with his own limbs.

It's the difference between civilian
and b*ttlefield martial arts.

It doesn't take a rocket scientist
to figure out what I'm teaching you here.

When you're out there fighting for real,

I expect you
to use foul play at all times.

Squad!

Dismissed!

Yes, sir!

My friend,

I've made you wait for a long time.

Now, I am finally

prepared.

I'm confident that I won't disappoint you.

I have waited for this day, for this night

for a long time.

The moment is finally upon us,

my friend, Yujiro Hanma.

Being the strongest
isn't something that you become.

It is something that you are.

To say you're seeking it

is just admitting
that you have not yet achieved it.

Strydum, if you wanna
maintain our relationship,

then once a year, you must try to k*ll me.

It doesn't matter
if you do it fairly or not.

Just threaten my life.

Knives are okay.

g*ns are okay.

expl*sives are okay.

Nuclear weapons are okay.

Devote your entire body
and mind to the task.

Have the determination to finish me off,
no matter what it takes.

If you wish to be known
as a comrade of Yujiro Hanma,

if you wanna be recognized
as someone close to the Ogre,

this is the only way to achieve it.

Bring it on, Strydum.

Show me you have what it takes to k*ll me.

- Hey.
- Huh?

One point for you.

But this time...

This time, what?
What you got planned, huh?

No wait, never mind.
You don't have to tell me.

Last year, you said
it was "once in a century."

Two years ago,
"an unparalleled experience."

Before that, "the greatest
the world has ever seen."

They're like promotional phrases
for bottles of Beaujolais Nouveau!

Hmm.

Listen up, Strydum.

You've gone and broken your promise to me.

You've come to me as a loser,
thinking you can't possibly win!

Not true.

He doesn't know

that I've embedded both my fists
and my boot tips with gunpowder.

If I can move in close enough
to reach him with just one strike...

Though you're the Ogre,
you were born human.

It's not like you
to misread me so badly, Yujiro.

Misread you, did I?

I don't believe so.

Take it easy, Ogre.

I think you misunderstand my intentions.

I haven't given up yet, by any means.

In fact, I have

only given up as of now.

That really hurts!

I waited.

I simply waited.

In the back of the dim room,

at the wall,
where it shouldn't even exist,

I waited for the moment
when it would appear there.

Without stirring an inch.

In a cascade of sweat.

Here it comes!

See?

See? It's here!

No good.

That's no good.

It needs to be more.

It's gotta be stronger.

Faster.

Even more frightening.

Much more cunning than that.

This isn't good enough!

- What?!
- Is it an earthquake?

- Turn on the TV!
- Something exploded!

He's even greater
than I could have imagined.

Huh? What?

Come on, don't be so surprised.

I'm just wondering if you're getting
regular medical checkups.

Excuse me? Medical checkups?

I'm stunned, Yujiro.

Are you telling me
you're concerned about my health?

Don't be stupid.

Don't you know small talk
when you hear it?

You're consistent, no question about that.

You don't treat anything with respect.

There's no difference,
whether it's your child, the government,

or even the military, you don't care.

If someone gets in your way,
they're just an obstacle to be overcome.

You treat everyone
with the same single-minded ruthlessness.

Stop it. That's enough.

That's exactly why you're the "Ogre"!

That is you, isn't it, Yujiro Hanma?

Yet you still have the time

to worry about the health
of an old dotard like myself.

I'm getting concerned.

Are you going senile, Yujiro?

Cut it out.

That would be a letdown.

No need to be so nasty.

You've ruined my mood, Yujiro.

Did you not hear me?

Of course I did! You idiot!

I don't think you're aware

of what comes out of your mouth
every time you open it!

Obviously, your brain didn't develop
along with your muscles!

Hmm.

I warned you, old man.

Go get a doctor.

Noble Elder!

Is it fortune or misfortune?

Before he knew it,

this man who had
specialized in fighting all his life,

had developed a singular power.

Something unexpected.

He was suddenly able
to identify the weak points

of anyone within his sight.

From cancer cells
which hadn't yet been diagnosed,

to cavities in someone's teeth.

He was so sensitive to any weaknesses

that he was unable to look at anyone
without focusing on them.

Once, it was well-honed fists.

Once, it was perfectly sharpened swords.

Once, it was flying b*ll*ts.

And eventually, it was modern weapons.

He smashed them,
crushed them, and overcame them.

He insulted them, laughed at them,
and eventually destroyed them.

The brute strength pro didn't have
a single failure in his life.

More precise than
the most carefully-crafted stethoscope.

More focused
than a finely-calibrated X-ray machine.

More skilled
than a highly experienced surgeon.

More intuitive than an acupuncturist.

This man operates on a plane
beyond that of ordinary humans.

The question remains,
fortune or misfortune?

Huh?

Yes?

- Here for a tour?
- No.

I have come seeking approval to join.

Say what? "Approval"?

Hold on. You don't need an approval,
as long as you pay the registration.

But are you sure you wanna do this?

Absolutely.

I can see that my lack
of a foot bothers you.

No, no. As long as you're only
in it to stay healthy, it's all good.

Of course.

And I'll require instruction
to become a fighter.

Hmm?

Well, I think that missing foot
is gonna be a problem.

- Really? For who?
- Hmm?

I'm the one
who'll have to compensate for it.

I'm not asking
for special treatment from anyone else.

Hmm.

Take off your shoe and follow me.

I appreciate this.

Go ahead, smack this.

Smack it?

I want you to go ahead
and punch it with all your might.

Why does he want me
to punch this thing so violently?

Um...

Do you have a replacement bag?

Huh? You must be kidding me.

If you can smash this bag to pieces, pal,

I promise
I'll become your exclusive coach!

Very well.

I will hold you to that promise,
made in front of these witnesses.

I'm sure I could gain approval to join
the gym without destroying this equipment,

but no matter.

I'll give them a show!

Huh?!

All right.

So, when do we start, Coach?

That was awesome.