This outfit isn't gonna work.
We've been expecting you, Mr. Hanma.
We have a private room ready for you. This way, please.
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.
The restaurant manager, Mitsuo Nonaka, who was serving them,
later recounted...
I will never forget the sight.
A sight so frightening, I doubted my own eyes.
Do I have to do this?
Why... you...
Or more
like this?
An earthquake!
It's a big one!
It was a mysterious sight.
Those two were the only things that weren't shaking.
Granted, you are insolent,
but even you should know what it means to lay a hand on me.
Lay a hand on you?
Come on, that was nothing.
I never expected it to work on you.
I mean, to the amazing Ogre, a tachi-shime grab is mere horseplay.
I hear that you're calling the match between us a father-son fight.
You don't want me to?
No.
That's just fine.
Baki...
Attention!
You spanked me!
Baki...
For four years, he'd longed for this showdown with his father.
Yet the young man struggled.
But with what?
He wanted to back away. To run away.
To escape.
At his father's command,
he couldn't help but stand at attention.
When his father stepped close, he couldn't help but take flight.
Then came the inhuman impact.
As he flew through the air.
As he flew outside.
As he protected himself.
He inevitably came to a deep realization.
He's on a completely different level!
It is not your fault.
It's not your fault, but
it's the fault of this hand that grabbed your father's neck.
You bastard.
The young man was beginning to understand.
His father wasn't aiming for his vital spots.
So this wasn't a fight.
This was discipline.
It seems you haven't done enough reflecting.
You think he's okay?
Sorry for interrupting your dinner, everyone.
As you can see, I am disciplining this
insolent son of mine.
Whoa! No way!
I am educating him now.
Parent and child. Father and son.
A relationship that invites conflict again and again.
The son who tries to overcome his father.
The father who won't allow himself to be overcome.
Such a joy, isn't it?
Such joy!
That's a person!
What the hell are you doing?!
A murder suicide?!
No! He'd never do that! I'm certain!
This guy's the least likely type to kill himself!
Baki, prepare for landing.
Landing?!
Is it even possible to land on a target when jumping from a high-rise building?
Master Sergeant Akio Kamura, age 53, with the Airborne Training Unit
of the 1st Airborne Brigade of the Ground Self Defense Force,
who has made 345 jumps, had this to say.
You need distance, height.
For example, if you assume the proper posture at 3,000 meters,
you could move around 1,000 meters in 60 seconds.
Therefore, if you're over 150 meters up
and you're aiming to hit a car in a parking lot below you,
it may be possible.
There have only been a few instances in the past
when a person was saved from falling off a high-rise by landing on a vehicle.
But even so...
He's alive.
These luxury cars may be useless
but they make a pretty good cushion at times like this.
Okay. We've eaten. We've drunk our tea.
Quit being a baby.
You can't possibly be done after just this!
Get me up. I can't move.
Get me up.
A left handshake symbolizes the end of a relationship.
Even so, he took his father's kindness and turned it against him
with a blatant surprise attack.
It was an unfair act.
And the feelings that flickered through the son's heart...
Was it remorse? Self-consciousness? Guilt? Accomplishment?
There was no time to think about what he'd gained or what he'd lost.
The image that involuntarily sprung up in the son's mind was... this.
An enormous and eternal stone, constantly battered by wind and rain.
The rounded surface had luster,
and was covered in a one-centimeter layer of rubber.
That is what he struck with the palm of his hand with all his might.
A multitude of images rushed him in an instant,
most of which were grave and hopeless.
Why you... insolent bastard!
Apprehend him!
Stop!
You're just a brat, but you purposely avoided vital spots and hit open-handed.
The price for going easy on Yujiro...
It'll cost you.
You think you have it?
You think you have the right...
to go easy on me?
Do you have that right, you bastard?!
Answer me!
That hurts, you son-of-a-bitch!
This is going to be a long night.
That's right, Dad.
I don't have to answer you.
This isn't a battle.
As long as it's the two of us facing off,
then it's a father-son fight no matter what.
So I'm not gonna aim for vital points.
Backspin!
In a father-son fight, we're not trying to deal damage...
You're such an unreasonable brat.
We may not be aiming for vital points,
and may not be trying to deal damage...
I'm still fighting Yujiro Hanma.
My dad's first proper strike in four years, nearly 1,500 days.
He may be avoiding vital areas, but...
In that moment, he felt powerless.
The difference between him and his father, Yujiro, was much too big.
Right away! This very instant!
Even if your brain's a pile of shit, your body is quick to repent.
This move was once looked down on since it was used by women and children.
He's gonna do it! He's gonna do that!
This is the perfect time for it.
Its lethality is low, but the pain it causes is massive.
The Whip Strike.
Then do it.
The move used by women and children.
What'll a Whip Strike from Yujiro Hanma be like?
What'll it be like?
The blow Baki received was unlike any he'd ever received before.
The few moments that should've been spent counterattacking his father
could now only be spent on bracing himself.
And then...
Ow!
It hurts, it hurts...
It hurts!
This isn't entirely useless.
That's the second time you've stood at attention today.
His body that he thought he'd toughened and honed...
was completely betrayed by its lack of resistance to pain.
It was like a steel whip.
Its target was the human body's largest organ, the skin.
It's impossible to protect it completely.
He had no choice but to use it.
Self-defense used by women and children that his father had taught him.
Feel the pain, dammit!
That pain is tough to tolerate.
Enter the realm of oblivion where you forget everything.
It was no surprise the young man was shocked.
The sudden transformation in his father made it look as if he had been flayed.
It's quite simple to understand.
Let's say you slap your right hand.
You then slap your left in order to reduce the pain.
He was dispersing the pain from the Whip Strike.
His eyes were bulged.
His teeth gritted.
His fists clenched with all his might
and then opened with the same great strength.
He straightened his arms with all his might,
flexed them with the same strength.
He put down his legs with all his might, then lifted them up with all his might.
His belly caved.
His hips tilted.
His chest tightened.
His back tensed.
He resisted relaxing any part of his body.
In other words...
Yes, he simultaneously flexed every fiber of muscle while holding still.
Thanks to the pain from flexing his whole body at once,
he dispersed the pain from his skin.
He was barely able to maintain his neutral expression.
Didn't it hurt? That pain?!
Foolish for a green brat not to aim for a vital point.
No matter how boneheaded you may be,
I'm sure that you somewhat understand now.
Come at me!
Come at me as if to avenge a parent!
You don't have to tell me twice.
This is vengeance, after all.
The young man took a fighting pose for the first time that night.
From an open hand to a fist...
What that change signifies.
Dad's hands are still open.
I've taken up a stance.
No, that's not it.
I didn't choose to take a stance of my own will.
I was forced into taking a stance.
That's the way.
Like the novice you are, come at me with everything you've got.
Baki!
Huh?
Give it everything you've got, Baki!
Mitsunari.
Don't you worry.
All the nearby residents and hotel guests
have been evacuated by the military.
Such an energetic old man.
Destroy that Ogre along with the whole building!
I appreciate it.
I'm not so tense anymore.
For now, I'm just gonna go for it.
No good.
Amazing!
The moment my left straight was fully outstretched like a solid pole...
He timed it to meet the punch at the exact moment!
He has me figured out.
That's damn good.
Baki, that was the last time.
He knows I'm lying.
You held back.
I've also held back in response to your insult.
I have to show him the real me that's deep inside...
I won't do that again.
That's for sure. What's standing before me
is the personification of strength, adorned by countless battle achievements.
Of course he could see through every inch of my abilities in one glance.
Jeez...
Come on, Baki.
That's enough already.
Show your father your true skill.
Let's do this for real.
All right?