Okay, thanks for your patience.
We're through.
Didn't mean to meddle.
But after you battled the strongest man in the history of Earth,
these tests at least seemed necessary.
Actually, considering the kind of life you've led,
I'd even say these tests came very late.
Even pro martial arts fighters
don't have as much damage done to their bodies as yours.
I've known this kind of thing was necessary,
but it's not like I can change my way of life even if we find something wrong.
Yes, I realize that too.
You can assume there's nothing wrong if I don't contact you.
Thank you.
It's me.
Get over here, now!
That's right. Right now!
There are 60 million other women out there. Get over here now!
This is unbelievable...
Yeah, Kureha?
Mogi, get over here.
For you, there may be 60 million women out there.
But in my life, I'll be lucky if I meet even six of them.
Mogi, look at this.
What?
What?! Is that a brain?!
A genuine hominid.
It's the frontal lobe of a Japanese male, age 18.
These creases, or folds, they're...
No way!
Neuroscientist Kenjiro Mogi,
I'd like to ask your opinion as the country's best expert in the field.
Though I am not as great as you are, I am still a neuroscientist.
The shape of the folds of the brain are not related to character.
That's an absolute given.
However, even without comparing this to an ordinary brain,
it's clear this one is demonic.
So, Mogi.
The folds of the brain and character are not related, right?
Kureha...
Yeah?
We really don't know anything about the brain, do we?
The brain is incredible.
The brain is awesome!
Whether this is a product of chance or a trick played by God,
it's incredible we've come across this miracle!
As to your question...
Yes, well...
I have to speak responsibly as a neuroscientist.
The folds of the brain and character?
Don't disappoint me.
Kureha, in this case,
the character of this person...
It's clearly obvious he's like a demon!
Mogi...
You're right about that.
I mean, I really can't explain it, you know.
On this day in a certain park in Tokyo...
There was a short article about a massive surge of rats
in the morning newspapers the next day.
However, not a single person knew
that the cause of this surge was a lone young man who passed through the area
immediately after the surge.
Astonishing...
That was an astonishing face.
That handsome face, filled with the confidence
that he could get anything he wanted.
From that face that believed in his future
to when everything had crumbled away.
Pretense, arrogance, false courage, self-importance, pride, and ego.
His tears,
snot,
and saliva...
The fluid that consisted of all those mixed together,
it was beautiful.
That wasn't wrong of me.
I wonder how long we were like that.
Around the time my clothes became heavy with his tears...
From the depths of my heart, I am grateful for what you have done.
Can I ask you one thing?
Huh?
Why did you hold me for so long?
You did it so kindly, so full of heart, and with such passion.
I can't really explain it well,
but if it were your mother, surely she would have done the same.
But I'm not even your boyfriend.
I did it out of love.
Huh? I don't understand what you mean.
Why love someone who's not your boyfriend?
There's no need for romance in acts of love.
Your mother didn't need to be in love with you to love you.
It seems I fell in love with an incredible woman.
Compared to you, I'm still a novice in love.
I bet the person who showed you that love
was Baki Hanma, right?
I lost the fight...
and lost my love.
Thank you again for this wonderful love.
Did she break my heart? Don't be stupid.
Baki Hanma didn't even have to compete for it.
In love,
I couldn't even become a loser.
See you later.
Sometimes we go forever without seeing each other.
Aren't you going to ask what I was up to?
What were you up to?
I was being happy.
That's what I figured.
You know I was kidding!
As long as you're happy, then it doesn't have to be with me.
I'm not detached enough to think that.
Not yet.
I'd still like us to be together a little longer.
You want another taste? Do ya?
Now hand over your wallet.
Kure-chan.
Why don't you slice him up?
Good idea.
To thugs like them,
proper analysis of their prey's power is a matter of life and death.
Later, the young man spoke of this situation like this,
"The knife that was in my hand...
it shrunk."
"It transformed into something so small and useless, like a keychain."
Now, son...
You really shouldn't pick on the weak.
Mr. Kuriyagawa.
You boys, you should thank me.
If I'd spoken to you even a second later,
you could have suffered broken facial bones, brain contusions,
ruptured organs, fractured teeth, or blindness.
In any case, you would have been a horrible sight to see.
Get out of here.
It's been a while.
You're looking well.
It won't be long now.
The greatest on Earth, the most powerful in history,
the greatest and final fight between father and son.
It's just a simple fight between father and son.
Vengeance for your mother.
The time for that is now.
Mr. Kuriyagawa...
It's been five years since then.
Baki...
Make your father happy!
Dad!
Many times...
Many, many, many times...
Many times I have questioned myself.
My father whom I despise...
Do I actually hate him?
To put it another way, Mr. Kuriyagawa,
is it true that my father, Yujiro Hanma,
deserves my vengeance for the death of my mother, Emi Akezawa?
What makes you ask that?
My mother was no ordinary mother.
Emi Akezawa.
By marrying Eiichi Akezawa,
head of one of the world's supremely wealthy families,
she had been promised a life of magnificence.
However...
she met the strongest man in the world.
And that changed everything.
Seeing a person injured, crushed and killed.
She desired more than anyone else to see those things.
The cruelty that was hidden within her,
Yujiro perceived it in her from the start.
Where's the woman?
I knew at first sight.
More than anyone and anything else, you like to see blood.
Look at your face in a mirror.
You're smiling.
You're the woman I've been looking for.
Give birth to my child.
She wasn't an ordinary mother.
As the one in charge of Baki's education,
she gave him a place to live and money for living expenses.
She also provided a top-level coach and top-level facilities.
She raised Baki to become an elite fighter.
She did it all for the greatest man of all men...
No, the ultimate male.
To gain the love of Yujiro Hanma.
Just one more week.
Then I can give him my present, Baki, the greatest present of all.
She couldn't care less about her son, who shared her blood.
This woman chose to be a martyr for romantic love over maternal love.
Baki was nothing more than a tool to achieve that end.
However, the only thing that Yujiro wanted
was a strong Baki who would fight him, nothing else.
You're merely responsible for raising Baki.
If, in his next fight, Baki doesn't perform to my satisfaction,
then you're no more than just a worthless middle-aged prostitute.
Consider our relationship non-existent.
She wanted love.
Why? Why won't he love me?
Because you're weak!
You're weak! It's because you're weak!
You're weak!
Why the hell did I have a weak child like you?!
Mom,
I want you to answer my question.
If I defeat Yujiro,
will you love me?
He also wanted love.
Between dream and reality...
I witnessed that scene.
My mother being embraced by my father, Yujiro.
You're embracing her too damn hard, Dad.
Mom embraced him too.
And she cried.
Those tears,
I wonder what they were for.
Oh, stop kidding with me.
Kid with you?
Obviously, she felt requited.
My mother's deepest desires as a woman
were fulfilled in that instant.
Baki, do you find that acceptable?
Your mother was fulfilled as a woman.
That is quite true.
But it was only your mother's life that was fulfilled.
Not your life, Baki.
What's important is your own life.
It should be your own life that's important.
I know that.
I wonder if you do.
It doesn't seem that way to me.
You really are worried about me.
No. I am scolding you.
You only have one life to live, Baki.
You should not take it lightly.
Living to satisfy your mother.
Living to satisfy Mister Yujiro.
Your mother might praise you, that you've done well.
Mr. Yujiro might praise you and say you have "Hanma blood."
But this is wrong.
Baki,
where do you want your life to go?
I heard it.
You heard?
It was the words of an angel.
The straight punch my father hit me with,
I felt how far I was from measuring up to him.
That's when it happened.
Mom stood up in front of the strongest man in the world.
Yujiro!
Not only that, but my mother also punched that great brute,
and with her chest puffed out, she proudly said...
You're fighting me now!
I think you understand what it means to stand face-to-face with Yujiro Hanma.
I think you understand what it means to touch the body of Yujiro Hanma.
I think you understand what it means to challenge Yujiro to a fight.
She tried to save me with her own life.
That was enough for me.
Those words were enough.
I could even trade what remains of my life
for those words.
Because of what she said,
I've been able to live.
Because of what she said, I've been able to be strong.
All the strength that is within me,
the source of it is
those words.
And
because of those words,
you are now trying to become the strongest in the world.
Don't get carried away, Kuriyagawa.
Having heard the words she said, I feel terribly ashamed.
The one who was wrong was me, Kuriyagawa.
No...
The feeling in his heart couldn't be put into words.
He began to realize what it was as he put it into action.
With Kuriyagawa before him,
he began to realize it while speaking about things from the past.
His desire to surpass his father,
his destiny to defeat his father,
they were his response to his mother's kindness.
It wasn't for vengeance.