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 deep inside...
Come on, Baki.
Enough already.
Show your father your true skill.
Let's do this for real.
All right?
I see right through you, Baki.
Hurry up and show me what you got.
Come on.
It figures. Of course he sees through me.
All my progress to get to this point.
My growth. My evolution.
I'm sure he's seen through it all.
All right, Pop.
Relax.
My muscles.
All my joints.
My organs.
Even the moisture in my body.
Only then can I manifest
that unbelievable speed.
Only that organism, my teacher, is capable of producing
an initial velocity equivalent to its top speed!
I can hardly wait. I just wanna hug you.
Don't stop!
Relax.
A flaccidity that exceeds all flaccidity.
Melt even the remaining subconscious stiffness of muscle fibers.
In the young man's mind, his muscle fibers were no longer fibers
but turning into liquid.
He further imagined the liquid vaporizing.
Ultra-flaccid.
Now!
He has actualized that max start velocity only the cockroach is capable of.
How's this, Father?
This 270-kph move that your son has developed,
the "Cockroach Tackle"!
Kicking off countless shards of glass, bare-footed,
but not a single drop of blood shed.
That's no ordinary training...
What's this?
Where did you learn this?
Turning your muscle fibers to liquid,
further relaxing them into vapor,
then tensing them a moment later.
The explosive power generated greatly exceeds my expectations.
In the past, many competitors and martial artists
have attempted this difficult act of relaxing,
but in actuality could never achieve relaxing to the liquid level.
Where did you learn this skill?
Who taught you?
Who's your teacher?
Baki.
You've got an excellent teacher.
There is an urban legend.
The legend of the strongest father and son.
In a certain location beneath Tokyo, there exists a secret battle arena.
Fighters, martial artists, and competitors gather there
to determine the strongest among the strong.
The rules could not be simpler.
Fight bare-fisted. That is all.
Crotch shots, eye pokes,
and even biting are all legal.
The reigning champion of this rigorous competition is,
unbelievably, a 17-year-old young man.
But the man who frightens this strongest of young men is, yes,
his father.
He defeated people, slaughtered other species,
overcame weapons, destroyed armaments, and, ultimately,
conquered the powerful, and made military powers fear him.
Made authorities treat him with care.
This man had taken the possibilities of raw strength to its extreme.
This is how the urban legend continues.
Lately, things have been dangerously tense between these two.
Young men latched onto this underground information.
QUARTERLY URBAN LEGENDS
Even this man can be surprised at times.
What?
What's with all the commotion?
Oh! It's Ogre!
- Oh, there he is! - Is that really him?
What?! Awesome!
Shit, this sucks.
The moment he sprang to his feet...
Wow!
Awesome! Hey! There he is!
Is that Baki?
- Baki! - What?
Where's your father?
Oh! It's Ogre!
- There he is! - There he is!
It all started with a single news program.
We have just received a breaking news report.
The Park Hilton in Shinjuku, Tokyo,
has been cordoned off by the riot police and Self-Defense Force.
Amazingly, the reason for this is...
apparently a father-son fight between just one father and son.
Mr. Kasuga.
Just look at that!
The shape is unrecognizable, but that is a car.
What's most amazing is that it's the car exclusive to the Prime Minister.
The Prime Minister?!
Was there an accident or some incident?
They fell on it!
During their father-son fight, they fell on it from the top of the hotel.
The hotel has been cordoned off, a car has been destroyed,
and the Self-Defense Force has been deployed.
They must be quite an incredible father and son.
They realized.
They realized it here, and there, and there too.
"I know this father and son!"
QUARTERLY URBAN LEGEND
"That rumor, that father and son..."
"Their fight has begun!"
"I can still make it."
"I can make it."
"If I leave now, I can make it!"
Baki!
The strongest in the world!
This isn't an exhibition, but...
This was something sudden and unexpected.
It was an unimaginably enormous crowd of unfathomable size.
Who the hell called these people here?!
Even for Yujiro, with his keen intellect,
this incident was beyond imagination.
What's more, the closest station was packed with people.
The crowd of onlookers was certain to keep growing.
Naturally, it wasn't the first time he had fought in front of people.
But this atmosphere felt so foreign.
The strongest father and son are facing off!
Just how strong are they?
Hey, let's get outta here. That's it today.
I'm not stopping.
What?
Isn't this what you mean, Dad?
"I'm too ashamed to make a blunder in front of people."
"Why don't we put this off for now?"
Right?
Have you gone mad, my son?
The eyes of the naive crowd
were unable to see any of the young man's three consecutive strikes.
But the naked eye was somehow able to capture...
the moments after the dust raised by his dash had begun to settle.
- What was that? - It made a boom.
He suddenly appeared up in the air.
Then there was a "bang."
I didn't see a thing.
Just like the young man, they were still learning.
Who's gonna initiate?
Ogre, for sure!
No, it'll be Baki!
It's already started.
It already started long ago.
That's right.
That's how it is between two experts.
It started the moment they faced off.
I see.
I see. That's what I taught you.
A fight cannot be ended by one side alone.
Both sides must agree before it can occur.
Once punches are thrown, doesn't matter whether you like it or not.
There's no choice but to engage and attack.
I can't remember the last time I've bled at the hands of someone else.
When faced with danger, you must overcome it on your own.
My respect for him was behind
the three clear strikes to his vital areas.
But look at him. He isn't the least bit shaken.
Did I even hit him?
Or did he just let me hit him?
Either way,
I've got no choice but to go for it.
Relax. Melt.
Turn my mind... to water.
Yeah, that's about right.
I wasn't able to move!
Not a single step!
You used the same move twice against me...
"Insolent."
I'm pretty sure I heard that word...
I think.
Though Japanese, Kenichi Sawai was known as an extraordinary kung fu expert.
These were his words.
"If you swung your arm with the same limberness
as a baseball pitcher throwing a pitch,
and it struck your opponent in the face, it would cause incredible damage."
The eyes and nose would be struck at once,
and your opponent's eyes would water so much that they couldn't see."
Did he fly from over there?
That's over ten meters!
He's coming this way!
Ogre.
Ya know, Ogre...
I'm happy for you, hey.
Your dream has come true.
You loved, and loved,
and yearned.
You raised and nurtured,
and now the day has come.
I'm a little jealous.
Whether it was his biological reaction to the damage
or his dismay at his own powerlessness,
with endless tears pouring down his face,
the young man could only silently come to this conclusion.
This was no time for a father-son fight.
He had to battle him.
He stood up!
Okay, let's do this.
Wait. His bleeding's stopped.
When a fighter is bleeding in the ring,
a hemostat is used as first aid.
But there is a surefire method even more effective at stopping bleeding.
It is the determination to fight.
A powerful will to fight stimulates the secretion of adrenalin.
There is nothing more effective at stopping bleeding.
There are real examples of gifted seconds purposefully provoking their fighters
and firing up their fighting spirit to stop the bleeding.
So, I see you haven't given up yet.
Given up?
Don't be ridiculous.
I'm happy for you.
I'm happy for you, Baki.
Have him play with you.
Have him play with you to your heart's content.
Baki...
There's no other father who'd play with their child this much!
I owe you one.
The coordination between the Self-Defense Force
and the riot police went smoothly.
I believe this should keep the ordinary citizens safe.
Feats that only kin could do...
So far, he's doing excellent.
Well, this is a combat sport though.
Oh, I see.
He's here.
In that case...
I've gotta show him.
I know you'll be able to, with your eyes.
With your vision, I'm sure you'll be able to see.
Why... you...
A talented shokeiken practitioner can make visible...
the beast they mimic.
They can make its form visible.
The spectators clearly saw
a sight they'd never seen before.
The form of the T-Rex's greatest rival.
Why you goddamn devoted son of mine!
At this time...
Someone was watching this father-son fight.
Someone with eyesight much better than 20/20.