02x22 - The Biggest Father-Son Fight in History

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Oh boy.

Picked the... wrong outfit.

Mr. Hanma? Hello.
We've been expecting you.

We have a private room
with your name on it.

This way.

Wow. Espresso takes the concept of bitter
to an entirely new bitter place.

But what followed was a conversation
that turned out to be even more bitter.

Why are you asking about that now?

Why do you think?

Because I want to know the truth.

Is it that so strange?

For a son to want to know
why his father k*lled his mother?

I've never been given an explanation.

So tell me.
Tell me why you had to k*ll her.

There are certain lines
that a bratty child wouldn't understand,

and should never be crossed!

So know your place and stop asking!

I'm her son.
I have a right to know.

Wow, look at you!

You sure are getting yourself
all worked up over this.

Come on, tell me...

Anyone need a refill?

The restaurant manager,
Mitsuo Nonaka,

who was serving Yujiro and his son,
said this about it later.

I will never forget that sight.

It was so frightening,
I doubted my own eyes.

But I couldn't look away.

We can do this the easy way.

How dare you lay hands on me?!

Or we can do this

the hard way.

It's an earthquake!

A really big one!

I couldn't understand
what was going on!

The only things in the building
that weren't shaking

were Baki and his father!

Oh.

You're quite the failure,
I'll grant you that much.

But you just laid your hands on me.
You know what's gonna happen next.

"Laid my hands" on you?

Please, what are you so upset about?

That was nothing.

I didn't actually think
it would work on you anyway.

I mean, come on. To the amazing Ogre,
a tachi-shime is mere child's play.

I hear you've been downplaying our match.

You're calling it nothing more
than a father-son fight.

Do you want me to stop?

No.

That works out fine.

Baki...

Attention, boy!

Yes, sir!

Oh man. You almost got me there.

I'm not done.

For four years,

he's wanted this showdown with his father.

And now that it's here,
it's obvious he's struggling.

But with what?

He wanted to back away.

He wanted to run away.

He wanted to escape.

But he didn't react fast enough.

At his father's command,

he couldn't help but stand at attention.

And then, when he wanted to run,
it was too late.

Finally, came the moment of humiliation.

His father spanked him once again.

As he flew through the air,

as he flew outside,

as he was then able to save himself,

he suddenly came to a deep realization.

His father was on
a completely different level!

Uh.

Huh?

It's not really your fault.

But if you want to assign blame,

you can say it's the fault of this hand
that grabbed your father's neck.

You b*stard.

The young man was beginning
to understand the dynamic.

His father wasn't aiming for vital organs.

That meant this wasn't a fight.

The truth was, it was a punishment.

It appears to me
you haven't reflected enough.

You think he's okay?

What, are you kidding? Holy crap!

I beg your pardon.

Sorry to bother you
while you're enjoying your meal.

As you can see,
I'm dealing with my obstinate son

and handing out some

much-needed punishment.

Can he breathe?

I'm in the process
of administering discipline now.

It's the age-old dilemma
between father and son...

...the never-ending cycle of conflict.

The son who tries to overcome his father.

The father who won't allow himself
to be overcome.

It's such a joy, isn't it?

I said it's such a joy, isn't it?

It's such a joy, don't you agree?

Admit it, this is such a joy!

What the hell?!

Has he completely lost it?!

I mean what is this a m*rder-suicide?!

The m*rder part I get, I guess,
but the suicide? He's not the type.

It would never enter his mind.

He's too much of an egomaniac
to ever consider suicide!

Baki.

Prepare for landing!

Landing?!
What does he mean landing.

Is it even possible

to land on a target
when jumping from a high-rise building?

We got an answer
from Master Sergeant Akio Kamura, age 53,

with the Airborne Training Unit

of the 1st Airborne Brigade
of the Ground Self-Defense Force.

He's made 345 jumps,
and he had this to say...

Maybe.

You have to control your descent.

For example,

if you assume the proper posture,

at a height of about 9,800 feet,

if you fell for 60 seconds,
you could cover around 3,200 feet.

So if you're in a high-rise,

say you're over 490 feet in the air,

and aiming to hit a car
in a parking lot in the area below you,

it may be possible.

There have only been
a few instances in the past

where a person was saved
from falling off of a high-rise building

by landing on a vehicle.

But if anyone can do it...

My God, they're alive!

Eh.

These luxury cars
are useless for most things.

But they make a good cushion
when you need one.

Okay.

We've had our dinner,
and we've had our drinks.

Quit being such a wimp.

How can you pass out
from a little puddle-jumper like that?

Huh.

Can you please help me?

I can't move.

Come on, give me a hand.

Shaking with the left hand
is a symbol that a relationship is over.

Baki took his father's kind gesture
and turned it against him

with a blatant surprise attack.

Due to his unsportsmanlike behavior,

it is fair to ask
if Baki experienced feelings of remorse,

or guilt, or even accomplishment.

There was no time for thinking

about what he might have gained
or lost through his actions.

Instead, the image that involuntarily
sprung up in his mind was... this.

An enormous stone
that stood defiantly on the Earth,

constantly battered by wind and rain.

The surface that had been smoothed down
was glossy,

and over time, had been covered
in a one-centimeter layer of rubber.

This was the object
he had struck with the palm of his hand,

using all his might.

And he realized
in the immediate moment after the attack

that the effort had had no effect at all,
and was hopeless.

Why, you

little cretin!

Apprehend that man!

Stop!

You missed a vital spot with your slap.
You don't have what it takes for combat.

And now you're about to pay a price
for going easy on me, you brat.

You're not gonna like the cost.

Do you regret it yet?

Holding back on me?

If you could do it over,
would you go full force?

Ow!

Have you learned nothing from me?!

You b*stard, answer me!

You son of a b*tch, that hurts!

Hmm.

I can see this is gonna be a long night.

You're right about that, Dad,

because I have no intention
of answering you.

The fact is, this isn't a battle.

If all we're going to do is brawl,

then it's a father-son fight,

no matter how bad it gets.

So I won't aim for vital spots,
despite your taunting.

Backspin!

In a father-son fight,
we're not trying to deal damage.

Your moves are so predictable.

One thing I need to remember though.

In the end, this isn't a game.

While I may not be aiming for vital spots,
or trying to deal damage...

I am still fighting Yujiro Hanma.

This was my dad's first proper strike
against me in nearly four years,

and in all those encounters,
he avoided vital organs.

A feeling of impotence
flashed across Baki's mind.

A chasm had opened up
between himself and his enormous father.

Send them here now!

This very instant!

Even though your brain's
nothing but a pile of sh*t,

your body responded quickly.

There's a move
that was once looked down upon

as being the attack of women and children.

Huh?

Why would he be telling me that, unless...

I think it's the perfect time
to employ it.

It's lethality is low,
but the pain it causes is massive.

The Whip Strike.

Then go ahead and do it.

Let's see what you've got there, Dad.

Didn't think this one out, dumbass.

Is he gonna hold back,
or is he really gonna let loose?

The blow Baki received
was unlike anything he'd ever felt before.

The moments that were supposed
to be spent counter-attacking his father

could only be devoted now
to bracing himself.

And then...

Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!

You'll remember this in the future.

Ah! Ah, ah!

I believe that's the second time
you've sung that song today.

Ow! Ah! Ooh! Ah! Ow! Ah-ha-ha! Oh!

Baki's body,
supposedly toughened and honed,

completely betrayed him
by its lack of resistance to pain.

It was like being whipped by a steel cord.

Its target was the human body's
largest organ, the skin.

Something that was impossible
to completely protect.

Baki had no choice but to strike back.

He used the women
and children's self-defense weapon

his father had taught him.

Feel the pain, Dad!

Feel the pain!

Feel the pain!

Feel the pain!

Feel the pain!

Feel the pain!

You think you're strong Dad,

but you won't be able
to tolerate the pain.

And it will take you
to a place where you can't...

Huh?

The young man was shocked,
and for good reason.

The sudden transformation in his father
made it look like he'd been flayed.

But the explanation was quite simple.

He had dispersed the pain
from the Whip Strike

by simply spreading it out over his body.

It would be
as if you slapped your right hand

and then slapped your left
in order to reduce the effect.

His eyes were bulging.

And his teeth were gritted.

His fists clenched with all his might,

and then opened
with the same great strength.

He straightened his arms
with all his might,

and then used
the same strength to flex them.

He put his legs down with all his might,
then lifted them up with tremendous power.

He bent his stomach.

He bent his hips over backwards.

He tightened his chest.

He tensed his back.

He resisted relaxing every part
of his body that wanted to twist.

In other words, he simultaneously flexed
every muscle fiber in his physique,

while holding himself perfectly still.

To deal with the agony
of flexing his whole body at once,

he dispersed the pain on his skin.

He was barely able
to maintain his neutral expression.

Mmm.

Oh, come on, Dad.

You have to admit it. That... that hurt.

What an immature idiot.

You should have aimed
for one of my vital organs.

I know you're a bonehead
when it comes to tactics,

but I'm sure you can understand
something that simple.

Come at me!

Do it, boy! Take vengeance on your father!

You don't have to tell me to do that.

That's been the plan all along.

To make his point,

Baki took a fighting pose
for the first time that night.

No more playing around.

I've gone from an open hand to a fist.

I can see that Dad's hands are still open.

All right. I've taken up a stance.

But I didn't choose this stance.

Not of my own free will.

I was forced into taking it,
just to protect myself.

That's the way, boy.

Put it all out there.

Come at me
with everything you've got, you novice.

- Baki!
- Huh?

You have the skills, Baki!
You can do this!

Tokugawa...

Don't worry
about hurting someone else.

All the nearby residents and hotel guests
have been evacuated by the military

for their own protection.

You have a clear field
to use whatever force is necessary!

The old man's excited.

Destroy that Ogre, Baki!

If you have to, you've got the clearance
to take down the whole mall!

I appreciate that.

Thanks for the vote of confidence.

This is it. Time to take charge!

That's no good.

Amazing!

My straight left...

He timed it perfectly

to the very moment
it was fully outstretched

and had become a solid pole.

What a move!

And he knows it.

Pretty good Dad.

Baki,

quit fooling around.

Aw, sh*t. He knows I'm lying.

I've taken it easy on you.

And I've done that
despite your insulting behavior,

by not trying your best with me.

He's serious.
He really wants to see my best.

I won't do that again.

I believe him.

What's standing before me is
the personification of strength.

A power that's been confirmed

by the achievements
of innumerable battles.

With his ability,

he can see through every one
of my moves in the blink of an eye.

- For crying out loud!
- Huh?

Get serious, Baki.

That's enough of this sh*t.

Show your father what you're made of!
Let's do this for real.

Whoever's left standing is the winner.

Right?

Right.