02x26 - Dress

[bunniefuu]

The truth is, my father, Yuichiro,
and I are totally different people.

We are polar opposites of each other

in our outlooks on life,

and how to live it,
and in the techniques we chose.

But despite all of that,

there was one thing he did,
a single technique of his

that I can reluctantly say I'm proud of.

You knew about it!
It's the one you talked-

Shut up and listen!

Long ago,

the United States Marine Corp
had a name for this technique.

It's called "Dress."

Huh?

Nunchucks?

Translated directly,

a better name for it
would be the word "attire."

So, everybody, what do you think
about my way of teaching?

Does it go too far?

Human nunchucks.

Just what is the person it's being done to

seeing as it happens?

Not "seeing," but saw.

The view they have
switches at an ultra-high speed,

so it changes in an instant
to "the past" and then to "a memory."

The never-before-experienced
centrifugal force

caused blood to collect in the head,

and the nose, mouth, ears,

and eyes.

All the orifices functioning
as an exit for the blood to escape.

The ground, the sky,

the people, everything I see is red.

My father is red.

In addition,

the massive amount of blood
that flowed into the eyes

caused what's called
in the aviation industry "a red-out,"

making even the night sky appear red.

The massive energy
suddenly produced before their eyes...

At a glance, it's obvious
that this is out of their hands.

It's too dangerous,

like doing a hammer throw
in a locked room.

The 300-foot radius
around this father and son fight

became nearly void of people.

I finally get it now.

To the front, to the back,
to the left, and above and below.

The semi-transparent "dress"
called Baki veils Yujiro.

I'd never be able
to recreate what he's doing right now.

Throwing a person like a towel
they just used to dry themselves off.

Manipulating people skillfully, as if
they were a tool that he was using.

He's a weapon unlike any I've ever seen.

A weapon?

Of course, that's it!

Nunchucks aren't simply a tool you use.

They're a weapon!

If he's using him like that,
then what's coming next?!

Baki, can you hear me?

It doesn't matter
whether you can hear me or not,

protect yourself!

Protect your body!

If you call yourself a Hanma,

then protect yourself!

Don't die!

The car his father struck,
flipped over on its side.

The weapon that he used

was his own son.

Nobody better underestimate

my son.

This boy,

don't underestimate Baki Hanma!

Don't underestimate the form
of power that is Baki Hanma.

This is beautiful.

I'm so jealous.

What an incredibly
trusting relationship.

I knew it.

No doubt about it.

I've got it.

I've been gifted with it.

Faced with these things,

I can handle them.

I am fully protecting myself.

This car I'm about to ram into,

this glass, this tire, this equipment,

all of it,

I can handle it.

I've already repelled them.

Already dodged them, avoided them.

I've already destroyed them.

While facing these dangers...

While facing these dangers...

I am constantly recovering.

My son.

So, tell me.

How long you gonna hold my hand
like we're buddies?

You planning on taking a walk with me?

Definitely not.

I'm not sure what I would call it,

maybe a sign of thanks,

but I got you a present.

I'm hoping you accept it.

I thought you deserved
something... a little special.

You call giving me
this shitty doll a present?

Well, it's not really a doll.
It's a samurai.

When did you make it?

Just now,
while I was being slammed against stuff.

One by one,

one by one,

I took pieces, and I joined them.

Unfortunately, it didn't turn out
quite as cool as I wanted it to.

- Its arms and legs are rough...
- Something's not right.

I noticed it
when I was slamming you around.

The impact that I expected to feel,
which should have run through my hand,

wasn't completely there.

He's pulling some kind of trick.

When slammed against hard,
sharp points of impact,

you repelled them,
dodged them, destroyed them.

You were too busy
fully protecting yourself.

You weren't slammed against things.

Not by me or anyone else.

Anyway, the Samurai, it could be better.

What'd you say before? Say it again.

About you deserving something... special?

Well, I mean it, Father.

You've already given me so much.

Including the victory!

Huh!

I really was so,
so incredibly bored.

I was so fed up with...

Gah!

...this thing called life.

Mm-hmm.

At one time,

they assembled five condemned criminals.

They came from all around the world.

Those five all had the right look.

Their motto was...

..."We wanna know what it means to lose."

I understand that kind of thing.

I understand it painfully well.

Before I knew it,
I realized I was standing there,

at the pinnacle,

where there was nothing else
to aim for anymore.

There was no path to take.

But I knew I had to keep going.
I couldn't just stop.

So I kept walking, searching for a path.

All of you here,
I bet you don't understand.

Not having anything
to be troubled by is a tragedy.

I bet none of you understand.

When strength is taken to the extreme,
all your dreams are stolen from you.

When strength is taken to the extreme,

all the light is stolen from your life.

Wealth, fame, status,

having this much physical power,

you can obtain all of that and more.

I bet none of you understand it!

Since I'm so g*dd*mn strong,
nothing can cause me trouble!

Ah.

Huh?

Hmm.

Mm-hmm.

You know, Baki...

Being a father and son is a great thing.

And the way we are, no one can disturb us.

- Whoa.
- Isn't he hurt at all?

There's no sign of damage.

Let's take pleasure

in being a father and being a son.

Because it is a fine thing to be.

Right?

I don't know
what you're talking about, man.

But as I expected... No.

Even more than I expected,
we are the same.

And I feel like you are a bona fide Hanma.

I'm not against it. Me living as a Hanma.

What is it to be a Hanma?

I don't really need to ask.
I've always known the answer.

That's right.

I am, without a doubt,

a genuine Hanma child.

No matter how much you try and try,
you get more than what you hoped for.

So that's why

I gave up.

I'll be the one
to take care of you, Dad!

After all, I am your son.

Nice.

Nice punch, son!

I can't remember the last time
I got punched in the abdomen like that.

So, tell me.

Are you still feeling bored?

Hmm...

I traveled across all of Japan

to battle the boredom I hated.

I went to the far ends of the Earth.
I even went to the North Pole.

I sparred with martial artists,

athletes,

savage beasts,

giant animals,

weapons,

the underworld,

state powers,

and whole armies.

But I never thought the toy
that would satisfied me the most

was already here.

It was close to me the whole time.

Not just close, Dad.

You're absolutely right.

We're so much more than close.

The elusive dream I wandered
all over the world trying to find

wasn't just something in my own home,

it was a part of me.

Tell me.

When a child gets a toy into its hands,
what will happen?

They'll play with it like crazy.

And play and play, until at last,

they destroy it.

Hmm?

Huh?!

Huh?!

That's right.

Wha...

Why are you here?

"Why?"

The world's strongest father,
fighting his son?

It's all over TV and the Internet!

But that's enough.

If you fight, then fight.

If you're gonna stop, then stop.

You throw one punch, then yammer on.

You throw two kicks
and get all sentimental.

I can't stand to watch!
It's so darn tedious!

- Who's that?
- She's too close. They're gonna k*ll her!

This is no kind of competition at all!

Okay, I hear you.

But you're wrong. This is a competition.

I mean, we're father and son.

Of course we yammer and yammer.

And we get sentimental.

I'm actually grateful for that.

Some "games"
only a father and son can play.

The techniques I used tonight,

I only used them
‘cause I was facing my dad.

They're deadly techniques
that can't be used against just anyone.

My dad did the same thing.

All the techniques he let loose
were like military weapons.

Kozue...

...hat is why you stopped us, isn't it?

"If you can afford to converse,

if you love each other so much
that you get sentimental,

then why don't you stop fighting?"

"If you're going to die,

if you're going to k*ll one another,

then why don't you accept losing?

Kozue...

...you're not a son,

so it's probably hard
for you to understand.

Whoa! Aikido!

Oh!

All the techniques
we've continued to master,

all the pain we've endured,

the joy when we can finally
put them on display...

...the happiness of finally letting loose!

That's what my dad means to me,
and what I mean to my dad!

Someone who allows the other... to indulge.

We're the only ones
in the world who can do that!

The father and son

engage in a battle far beyond human scale.

Hi-yah!

Sublime superhuman techniques.

They're such... awesome fighters.

Those who were keeping order

now they turned to face
the same direction as the audience.

They gripped their extendable batons
in their nervous palms.

Now, the thing
that they took in with their eyes

was the pinnacle.

The embodiment of strength.

High-grade, concentrated strength.

The most powerful there is.

It's only natural they took interest.

Huh.

No matter how often

you do it,

and do it, and do it,

grow up to be a woman
who can keep on doing it!

So, you're saying I failed
to give your son what he wanted?

It doesn't matter to me one bit

whether my son took you to the limit
or if he didn't.

But one thing is for sure.

Baki has grown much stronger.

'Course, that had something to do with it.

I thank you.

I... I don't think I deserve your thanks.

It wasn't something I was doing
to make Baki stronger.

Your time is up.

A woman shouldn't even be here right now.

d*ck way to say it, but he's right.

You should find a safe place to hide.

I'm not moving.

So there.

The young man,
the father, and the girlfriend...

...they began to realize
something important.

It was close...

The end,

it was close.

Just how many people were there,
packed into the high-rise neighborhood?

Tens of thousands.

Even just a single glance...

"I want to see it with my own eyes."

"The thing that left my body,

my life at some point."

"The animal that still lives inside us."

"That wildness,

I want to be able to see it!"

We've obtained academic merit,

and status, and a decent income...

But as a result,

what was it we all lost?

This whittling down of muscle

had already gone on for a few hours.

The strongest father-son fight,

family discord,

parents with children,

children with parents,

many of them began to realize something.

This father-son fight...

Hmm?

...it wasn't discord.

This was harmony!

Mmm.

This is
the parent-child relationship

that all parents and children in the world
ought to regard as their role model!

Wow...

Touching my dad's head...

the skull of Yujiro Hanma...

I've never really touched it
like this before.

What a wonderful night.

Everything I've learned,
I was able to use all of it.

And this man, he accepted what I offered.

And then there's even this surprise.

Baki...

Hmm?

Right?

Huh?

"Right" about what?

It's not easy to say.

Hmm.

Each of them...

- ...knew something was coming.
- Hmm.

Hmm.

They sensed the ending of the feast,

and prepared themselves.

Baki.

Hmm?

It's about that time.

Hmm.

Have you done everything you wanted?

Mm-hmm.

Put your back into it.

This is no good.

This isn't easy for me.

I want to continue.

But in the cosmos,
there are rules.

All things must pass.

There is an end to everything.