Soon? You mean your battle with Baki?
It's not a battle.
It's a father-son fight.
Ogre, don't you realize it?
Baki is trying to get you to cook for him.
I spent a lot of time on the battlefield. Cooking is no problem.
You can cook?!
Father or son... There isn't any rule about who does the cooking.
A father and son together should be congenial.
There's no reason it shouldn't be enjoyable.
It's just that,
hearing that kind of thing from you is unusual.
Yujiro, could it be you've...
You weren't about to say "gotten soft," were you?
I was going to say you've gotten even sharper.
Ya know...
I'm getting a premonition.
Though it's a father-son fight,
there's no way to avoid making trouble, is there?
That's very bold of you.
Me?
Yujiro Hanma is not what you'd call bold.
My dad... He's not bold?
You wouldn't call an earthquake, thunder or a typhoon bold, would you?
Comparing him to natural forces, that would make my dad proud.
But you're going to challenge your father, as soon as tomorrow?
No, no. I'm not going to challenge him.
It's just that, ya know, there's no telling what my dad will do.
And there are things that even I won't compromise on.
A father and son don't always see eye-to-eye on everything.
Baki, to me, the Hanma family father-son fight is the greatest event,
far more important than anything else in this world.
Even if I have to mobilize all the police, riot squads, and the Self Defense Force,
I won't let this fight be stopped.
You're mistaken.
Do you really think there's an army somewhere
that can stop Yujiro Hanma?
But I'll stop him.
You'll stop him, with your own hands?
RESILIENCE
Yep. I'm his blood relative, after all.
Mitsunari, I'd like your help when it happens.
Please protect the civilians so they don't get caught up in it.
Understood.
I will absolutely not allow this fight to be stopped!
I told you, that's not what I mean.
You're in love? With whom?
My son, Baki.
Really?
I've been waiting for this day.
The seed that I painstakingly nurtured has grown
and at long last bared its fangs at me.
Oh, that's what you mean.
I noticed...
all I think about is my son.
No matter what I do,
he's always occupying a part of my heart.
You're right about that.
That certainly is love.
There's a dream I often have.
Really?
A dream where I can't lay a finger on him.
You think it'll come true?
No way it'll come true.
That's why it's called a dream.
You sure look happy, Ogre.
I'm a little jealous.
69 I sure wouldn't.
I figured as much.
If Yujiro Hanma is the opponent, I couldn't do it.
You wouldn't even go to where the fight is at?
You see, I'm the ultimate embodiment of self-defense.
That's for sure.
Baki...
See, Baki? It's just not possible.
Look at the stunning skill set you've mastered.
You should really give up on this father-son fight.
Yujiro Hanma was once
the target of everyone who was skilled in martial arts.
But before long, nobody challenged him anymore.
He'd grown far too strong.
He ceased to even be a target.
There's no shame in running from Yujiro.
Openly run away from him.
There's not a soul who would laugh at you.
Mr. Shibukawa, you are also mistaken.
This tactical idea of avoiding a fight you cannot win...
It's not a duel. It's not a face-off.
It's not even a comparison of strength or a match.
It's between father and son, nothing more and nothing less.
You don't do it because there's a chance to win.
You don't avoid it because you might lose.
It might never happen, or it may happen as soon as tomorrow.
In fact, this isn't something you arrange.
Oh, sorry...
Baki, in my own way,
I understand quite well what I've misunderstood.
Mr. Shibukawa, all the sons in the world
have the right to oppose their fathers.
And it's the duty of their fathers to accept that.
I believe that's the way fathers and sons should be.
Not so much a premonition. More like a certainty.
Yeah, that's good.
Plenty of grated daikon radish with the grilled fish.
Lightly pickled cucumbers.
Seaweed roots, rice and miso soup. And a steak in the middle.
He came! I knew it!
Who cares what the reason is.
Just the fact that my dad is here, that's good enough.
Did something happen here?
My apologies, but I am not permitted to speak due to my position.
I see.
Let's eat.
Dad bowed?!
He bowed in appreciation of the food?!
I didn't know he did that.
Do I... even know this guy properly?
"Thank you for this food."
What did he bow to anyway?
To his parents? To the living things that became this food?
To all the people involved in the process? Or all those things?
Or maybe none of them?
Or me? Don't say he bowed to me?!
No good.
Don't haphazardly stick food in your mouth.
Be aware of what's in front of you, of what you're eating.
That is the responsibility, the duty imposed on those who consume life.
Okay.
What an exemplary thing to say.
There's not even an iota of room for rebuttal.
I've thought a lot about this guy.
I've hated much about him.
I became strong so I could overcome him.
I have achieved real growth in my path to know him better.
But look at me now.
Now, after all that, I'm shocked at myself.
What the heck do I even know about this guy?
I've been eating a lot of those seaweed roots lately.
It's good for you.
It comes pre-packaged, so there's other stuff in it,
but it's good for you.
Preservatives, food coloring, antiseptics, and various chemicals.
How can they be good for you?
However, only eating healthy foods.
I can't say that's very sound either.
Eat both poison and nutritious food.
Enjoy the taste of both and transform them into flesh and blood.
That attitude is vital with food.
Holy crap. I think I'm gonna cry.
My dad's educating me properly.
Dang. What wonderful betrayals.
I never knew my dad held his chopsticks so magnificently.
That he could handle them so beautifully.
All the pieces of etiquette I lack,
my own father mastered them so smartly.
I didn't know that's how fish should be eaten.
I'm so proud.
This is the first time I've been so honestly proud of my dad.
That's why...
That's why I wanna say it!
"Dad, can you do the dishes today?"
He's bowing again.
No doubt about it.
Dad expresses gratitude at the start and end of a meal.
He's got way better manners than I do.
I'm gonna say it.
Not to the strongest being on Earth, Yujiro Hanma.
To my father, Yujiro Hanma...
No, to my dad.
Right, I'm gonna casually ask my own dad.
Dad.
I said it!
Sorry, but...
There's no reason to be sorry!
...today...
Why the heck not every day?!
...can you do the dishes?
I said it!
I know you're pretty busy yourself, but...
He's not answering. Why's he silent?!
Could you do...
A punch... As punishment?
- Let's rock-paper-scissors for it. - Huh? Rock...
If you beat me at rock-paper-scissors, I'll do the dishes.
Oh... Yes sir.
Why are you being so polite?!
One, two, three.
I won!
I get to watch my dad wash dishes!
Huh? Uh, Dad...
See?
Seriously?
Remember this.
There are scissors in this world that can cut through rock.
"See?" What total bullshit!
Everything's normal.
Yeah, I guess you could call it normal.
No way!
You bastards.
What're you doing loitering around someone's house?
Hey, you gonna stop me?
Unbelievable.
I feel bad that you're always the one inviting me.
I'd like to invite you out tomorrow. Leave your schedule open.
What should I wear?
Aw man...
This outfit's not gonna work.
In fact, this is absolutely ridiculous.
All of it.
We've been expecting you, Mr. Hanma.
We have a private room ready for you.
This way, please.
Is that the price for just one serving?
The whole wall is a window.
Does it please you?
Does my father often use this room?
Yes. He comes here quite often.
What kinds of things does he eat here?
He eats a lot of everything.
But rather than domestic animals such as beef and chicken,
he has a preference for game meat, like venison, wild duck, boar and...
Mr. Hanma! When did you arrive?
Dad...
Manager, that's personal information.
Dear me! I meant nothing of it.
Dad's wearing a suit jacket?
I've heard that he is your beloved son.
I supposed that since you're related...
And just look at my son's shameful appearance.
There he goes! I knew it.
I'm sorry.
If you're going to a metropolitan hotel to dine
you must wear a suit jacket, no matter where the cuisine is from.
How can a proper 18-year-old man not know that?
Sorry. Nobody ever taught me that.
Is that a snide remark?
You better believe it.
Proper greetings. Proper speech.
Proper dress. Proper communication. Proper manners.
I've not once been taught any of those things.
Grow strong. Be strong.
That's the only message that my father, Yujiro Hanma,
constantly sent to his son, Baki.
I obeyed that.
I'm strong. In that one thing, I did just as you taught me.
Go ahead and test me. You can even do it here.
Mr... Mr. Hanma...
Have a seat.
So, would you like a light beverage before dinner?
Yes.
Fresh orange juice, please.
A dry sherry in a large glass, please.
This is a typical apéritif.
Try some.
That's good.
Yes.
And that's how our father-son repast kicked off.
It was so unreal.
Dining out with my dad...
The experience was all too new.
Allow me to tell you about the appetizer.
This is ground black truffles seasoned with rock salt
and flavored with a paste
made from whole olives.
It's combined with strained tofu and fresh cream
to suit the Japanese palate.
It's one of the chef's recommendations.
Please, enjoy.
Use the utensils from the outside.
For this dish, a spoon is best.
Okay.
This is great!
This is amazing. It's delicious.
So that's how you place the spoon.
I can understand a meat, vegetable, or seafood soup,
but sea turtle soup?
Ah, that's delicious.
It goes without saying
that during our father-son repast, time passed quietly.
We were simply eating out, so it's only natural.
If you would like, how about something sweet?
No thanks.
I'll take an espresso in a large mug.
The same for me.
Certainly.
Even here, my dad's behavior was amazing.
I was genuinely proud to see how accustomed he was to places like this.
It's bitter.
Just why does espresso coffee have to be this bitter?
It was bitter, and then... an even more bitter conversation began.
Why are you asking that now?
"Why"?
Because I really want to know.
Is it really so strange?
Is it so strange to want to know why my father killed my mother?
I've never once asked before.
Why? Why did you kill Mom, Dad?
Certain lines should not be crossed
with the comprehension level of a bratty child.
Know your place!
As her son, it's my right to know.
So, Dad, what do I gotta do to get you to tell me?
So, Dad...
Excuse me.
Is this what I have to do?
Why... you...
Or maybe
like this!