[theme music playing]
[man singing rock song in Japanese]
[music ends]
[Yujiro] 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.
[Yujiro] 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.
[Oliva] 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.
[Oliva] In the end, however, the weak man won.
[narrator] How incredibly impure!
[Oliva grunts]
- [groans] -[narrator] How incredibly filthy.
How incredibly muddied...
How incredibly frivolous.
Emotion.
Effort. Diligence.
Such dynamics often tarnish a pure fight.
[Oliva groans]
[narrator] In the end, they complicate the simple fruit that is victory.
I see I'm at a disadvantage in a fist fight.
[grunts]
[Yujiro] 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!
[narrator] 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.
[Oliva] I had a feeling things would end this way.
[man] 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.
[slurps]
[sighs]
- 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
[Mitsunari] 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.
[gasps]
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.
[Prime Minister] 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?
[Minister of Defense] A few administrations ago,
the serving Prime Minister was assaulted in his official residence by Yujiro Hanma.
[Prime Minister] You've got to be kidding?
Where were the security guards? How did he break in?
[Minister of Defense] 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.
[Prime Minister] Hmm?
[Minster of Defense] The United States of America recently entered
into a non-aggression pact with him.
[Prime Minister] They signed a treaty of friendship?!
[gasps]
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.
[Prime Minister] Hmm?
Excuse me. You almost sound like you're a fan.
[Secretary General] 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 sniper fatally shoot 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 kill him.
A moment ago, you asked me if I was secretly a fan of the Ogre.
Yes. Was I wrong?
[Secretary General] 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.
[Secretary General] That's why Hanma is the only brute strength pro in the world.
[Strydum] 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 battlefield.
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.
[Mark growls softly]
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 kill me in a free fight.
[all] Huh?
Yes, sir.
[grunting]
[grunts, groans]
- [pained yelling] - [soldiers gasp]
[soldier] No way!
Get up, Howard, it's your turn.
[narrator] 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 battlefield 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!
[squad] Yes, sir!
[Strydum] 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.
[Yujiro] 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 kill me.
It doesn't matter if you do it fairly or not.
Just threaten my life.
Knives are okay.
Guns are okay.
Explosives 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 kill me.
- Hey. - [Strydum] Huh?
[dramatic music sting]
[Strydum groaning]
One point for you.
But this time...
[Yujiro laughing uproariously]
[groans]
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."
[chuckles]
They're like promotional phrases for bottles of Beaujolais Nouveau!
- [laughing uproariously] - Hmm.
[gasping]
Listen up, Strydum.
You've gone and broken your promise to me.
[grunting]
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...
[chuckles]
Though you're the Ogre, you were born human.
It's not like you to misread me so badly, Yujiro.
[gasps]
[groans]
[pained grunting]
[dramatic music playing]
[groans]
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!
[pained groaning]
[Baki] 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.
[dramatic music playing]
[Baki] It's gotta be stronger.
Faster.
Even more frightening.
Much more cunning than that.
This isn't good enough!
[whooshing]
[gasps]
[determined yelling]
- [booming thud] - [glass breaking]
- [man 1] What?! - [man 2] Is it an earthquake?
- [man 3] Turn on the TV! - [man 4] Something exploded!
[booming thud echoing]
[Baki] 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?
[Mitsunari chuckles, sighs]
[sniffs]
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.
[sighs]
I'm getting concerned.
Are you going senile, Yujiro?
Cut it out.
[Mitsunari] 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!
[Yujiro] Hmm.
[choked grunting]
[pained grunting]
[strangled gasping]
[tense music building]
- I warned you, old man. - [liquid sloshing]
[shocked gasping]
Go get a doctor.
[woman] Noble Elder!
[narrator] 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 bullets.
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?
- [grunts of effort] - Huh?
Yes?
- Here for a tour? - [Retsu] 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.
[coach] 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.
- [Retsu] 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.
[coach] Hmm.
Take off your shoe and follow me.
[Retsu] I appreciate this.
Go ahead, smack this.
[Retsu] Smack it?
I want you to go ahead and punch it with all your might.
[Retsu] 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!
[punch thud echoing]
[dramatic music playing]
[gym members] Huh?!
[shocked muttering]
[gasps]
[chuckles nervously]
All right.
So, when do we start, Coach?
[shocked muttering]
[man] That was awesome.
[theme music playing]
[music ends]