Ordinarily, I would meet you at Haneda airport--
No problem.
This is my country's military base.
We're meeting again much sooner than expected, huh?
Yujiro Hanma is the brute strength pro
who's said to have military might that surpasses that of major countries.
In the near future, he is going to be involved in an incident.
I would like us to assist in this incident.
Naturally, the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department is aware of Yujiro Hanma.
But Ogre possesses nation-level might, so who on Earth would do something to him?
His son.
I see. That super-boy who kidnapped Mr. Bosch, huh?
The kidnapper from that incident?!
You mean that boy who snatched the President
right in front of everyone while he was under a level-five security alert?
In other words, that boy's strength is approaching that of nation-level.
But there's still something I cannot comprehend.
I realize they are both as powerful as nations,
but really, this is just a row between father and son, right?
I mean, can't we just leave them be?
Can't we just let them do as they please?
Right?
Stop!
You mustn't say more.
I want you to see this.
This is my guardian angel.
What is it?
Tar.
You mean coal?
To be precise, it's coal dust.
I asked Ogre to do this, and he complied.
It's nothing to be surprised at.
After all, I am the President of the...
Got any other requests, President?
DEMOCRATIC PEOPLE'S PARTY
Three brawny men were on their knees.
No, to be more precise,
the three men, all three of them,
were unconscious.
All three of them were expressionless.
Their expressions seemed to say
that they weren't even aware they were unconscious.
Yujiro Hanma was in this room.
What did this situation imply?
This man does not sneak in.
The heads of state gathered there could only silently accept it.
It meant that the security surrounding them had been wiped out.
"I asked Ogre to do this, and he complied."
Ozma.
You misunderstand me. I simply...
What a remarkable presence.
So he is the real Ogre.
Put out your right hand.
What?
That oath you made to me with your hand on the Bible...
Repeat it to me now before God.
I...
I swear
that the United States of America
will have an amicable relationship with Master Yujiro Hanma.
We will respect you, and we will never interfere with your life--
That part!
How dare you people, who have nothing to do with my life,
go sticking your noses into a fight between me and my son?
And though you're part of the government,
you get together to try and meddle in an ordinary citizen's domestic issues.
Are you people trying to pick a fight with my family?
No!
Ogre, please allow me to say one thing.
"Ordinary citizens," "domestic problems," "a fight between father and son,"
those phrases are far too modest.
A conflict between you two is like a conflict between nations.
In other words, it's equivalent to a war!
So, due to this,
we must protect the people, regardless of race!
Now that you've abandoned God, you finally tell the truth.
Make absolutely sure you stay out of my sight.
Kaiser, why have you come to Japan?
There's no title match, so what's a big promoter like yourself doing here?
I've come to take up a fight.
A fight? You're a promoter. Why you?
With whom?
Who picked a fight with you, Kaiser?
CENTER BOXING GYM
How long has he been like that?
For two hours. The whole time.
No jumping rope, no shadow boxing, no punching the sandbag.
Nothing except facing the wall in a horse stance.
Is that okay?
Of course it's not, Chairman!
I tried to teach him a lesson through sparring,
but nobody can beat him.
Mani got knocked out with one punch.
Even the heavyweight Gary got busted up.
Nobody wants to fight him anymore.
Well, at least not within Japan.
We've got a hell of a problem on our hands.
No way!
This is just a puny gym...
What's Kaiser doing here?
Mr. Kaiser...
Shut up!
Beautiful.
When that knucklehead Gary told me, I wasn't convinced,
but seeing him, I understand.
I've been in this business 40 years,
but I've never once seen lats like those.
Your name's Sea King, right?
Can we talk for a sec?
Keep quiet!
If you're gonna interfere with training, then scram!
Would it be possible to ask you a favor?
Just one.
Show me your strength.
Instead of brushing me off, do you think you can show me?
Just a single hand?
Will he knock around a sandbag using the largest glove they've got?
His style is pretty ordinary.
Shadow boxing? A practice punch? A show of form?
Beautiful.
Was this the only thing I could do? Was this really it?
Why did I choose that glove?
The biggest, oldest, most damaged glove...
Why didn't I choose the newest glove?
Because it's easy to destroy.
This glove that had been damaged by sweat and punches was easy to destroy.
How cowardly.
No matter how much Retsu criticized his own decision,
the boxers understood.
They understood to their cores.
Gloves cannot tear.
Even when used until they're worn out,
gloves made from genuine leather will never yield.
B... Beautiful!
I must quit boxing. Today...
My apologies.
That was nothing more than a trick.
It has nothing to do with strength.
Any one of you will do.
Can any of you do what he just did?
To pierce a glove with a punch.
Every boxer understands just how incredibly difficult that is.
The glove is the symbol of boxing,
but he's destroyed it.
War!
That's right. This means war.
Two men put on gloves and have a contest of strength using just their fists.
The rules are simple, profound and supreme.
The Queensberry Rules, established 150 years ago.
Those 150 years were just trampled on.
At the hands of 4,000 years of China.
That's ridiculous. I simply--
Shut up, Sea King Retsu!
I'm talking dozens of millions of dollars.
Don't you want it?
What's the meaning of this? Are you insult--
Also, there'll be monsters that'll make you wanna run away.
The look in your eyes has changed.
I knew you were a warrior. I want you to leave this to me.
One-hundred and fifty or 4,000 years.
The world will leap at the hopeless match between these two.
You will fight just as you are, not as the boxer Sea King Retsu.
Just as you are, Sea King Retsu,
the intruder representing those 4,000 years of Chinese kung fu.
I want you just as you are, Sea King Retsu!
Naturally this won't be an official match, but an exhibition.
I can see it.
The great fighters who've fought many fights bowing down before you.
Yet, there's no belt around your waist.
Even without it, the world knows.
The belt around your waist that cannot be seen.
How come it can't be seen?
Because it's so damn bright!
The wheels of fate had been almost stopped, almost tossed away...
Until they met the exceptional force of Kaiser.
They began to spin again.
Mr. Retsu, I want you to accompany me.
To the States!
Why am I going too?
Like I figured, Dad.
Bacon and eggs.
Miso soup with seaweed.
Grilled salted Pacific saury.
A pile of shredded cabbage.
Such a hearty breakfast.
You know...
Isn't this miso soup salty?
Huh? Why?
I'm the one who'd like to know.
You're the one who cooked this, Dad.
I do appreciate that you made it for me,
but you asked me how it was.
No sense of taste? This is home cooking.
Your family decides whether it's good or not.
So it goes.
That's how it starts, an ordinary fight between father and son.
What is it?
Who's staying here?
Oh, I get it. Please, have a look around inside until you're satisfied.
Forget it.
If you're that worried about me, you should come and stay over more.
I will.
This is no good.
I'm solid... A total solid.
There's still muscle left.
My muscles haven't melted.
Liquefy...
Liquefy my muscles.
Well, well. Long time no see.
Teacher.
I'm very sorry,
but my strength still hasn't come close to yours.
Just when did I start to learn from you?
Your physical ability is full of mystery.
A bewitching treasure chest of dynamics.
Your history is filled with hatred and rejection.
However...
Among all the beings on Earth that strive for speed,
you are a rare one,
the one and only that can go immediately from zero to max speed.
There's no need to accelerate. You start off at max speed.
And its speed, if it were the size of a human,
it would travel at an amazing 270 kph.
Do you have any idea how great an achievement that is?
If a human wanted to start running at 270 kph...
Right. They'd have to do it like this.
In other words, they'd die.
It's not a level that can be achieved with muscle fibers,
a height that cannot be reached...
That's not true!
One day I saw your corpse.
What?!
That was a huge clue.
Not muscle. Not fiber.
Your insides were a milky white liquid.
What supported that 270-kph start wasn't sturdy muscle fibers.
It was liquid.
Have I come close to you now?
You haven't said a word since you arrived in Vegas.
Sea King Retsu, don't tell me that you're dissatisfied
with the special suite I booked for you.
I have been thinking as well.
What is it that I dislike about this city devoted to extravagance?
Like I figured, you don't like it.
I've come to my conclusion.
I think I can guess what it is.
There is nothing real in this city.
There is not a single thing that is authentic.
All these artificial things in this barren desert,
and the passion and effort required to build this city,
I cannot help but admire them.
But still,
everything in this city is fake.
Everywhere you look, there is foliage that couldn't possibly grow here.
Structures like those of a great city.
A fake Statue of Liberty.
A fake Eiffel Tower.
A fake Arc de Triomphe.
A fake Sphinx.
A fake Pyramid.
However, all these fakes are top quality.
Sea King Retsu, if they were all genuine,
if they were all the real deal, would that satisfy you?
In this world, Sea King Retsu,
there are plenty of third-rate things that claim they're the real deal.
In fact, there are probably more of those.
Inferior products that have built legends as the real deal.
You can't say you've never seen them.
Oh, now, now.
I see. It's probably as you say, Kaiser.
There's an astounding number of imitators in kung fu as well.
Crude fighting styles that only exist because they were pointlessly handed down.
The city of fakes.
Hey! You sure you wanna do that?
If I drink this, I won't get into the ring.
When you do, show 'em the Drunken Fist.
Amazing.
He's a former champion, so of course I know about him.
But seeing him for real, he's a way bigger deal than I imagined.
What's his size?
He's 237 cm tall, 151 kilos.
He got in the ring!
Ladies and gentlemen.
It has been 150 years
since the Queensberry Rules were established.
And now modern boxing faces its greatest crisis.
Its most powerful foe has arrived.
In the 4,001st year of kung fu, one finally claims to be the Dragon.
Sea King Retsu!