Baki, quit fooling around.
He knows I'm lying.
I've taken it easy on you,
And I've done that despite your insulting behavior,
by not trying your best with me.
He's serious. He really wants to see my best.
That's enough of this shit.
For crying out loud, quit being such a wimp.
Show your father what you're made of! Let's do this for real.
Whoever's left standing is the winner.
Right?
Right.
I can see right through you, Baki.
Come on, stop fooling around. Let's see what you got.
It figures I wouldn't be able to fool him.
Everything I've done to get here.
All the work I've put in, the progress I've made.
Yeah, he probably knows all about it.
Well, okay, then, Dad.
Loosen up.
Loosen everything up.
My muscles.
My joints.
My cartilage.
My Internal organs.
Even my blood cells.
Only then can I even hope to achieve it,
that incredible speed.
The kind of speed that only my teacher has ever been capable of.
An explosive attack velocity!
Oh, I can't wait! You got me so excited I could hug you!
- What? - Don't stop now!
Keep loosening.
Let everything go loose.
A looseness beyond looseness.
So loose that the fibers of muscles he isn't even aware of start to melt.
In fact, in his mind,
his muscle fibers cease to be fibers at all
and become liquid.
Then, taking it further,
in his mind, the liquid vaporizes.
A state of perfect looseness is achieved.
And now,
with a velocity that only cockroaches are capable of,
he launches himself at his target.
What do ya think, Dad?
One-hundred-sixty-seven miles per hour!
A little move I like to call the Cockroach Tackle!
Running through shards of broken glass in his bare feet without even blinking,
without even bleeding.
That's no ordinary training--
Huh?
Where did you learn that?
Making your body liquid.
Then to go even beyond liquid, to vapor.
Then a moment later, to make yourself hard and taut again...
And the power you generated was explosive.
Far beyond my expectations.
Many others have spent their lives trying to do what you've done,
achieving that perfect level of looseness.
But none has ever even gotten as far as making themselves liquid.
Where the hell did you learn how to do it?
Who taught you? Huh, Baki?
Who was your teacher?
Well, Baki,
whoever it was, they were good.
There was an urban legend going around the city
about a mighty father and son.
According to the legend,
a secret arena lay hidden under the streets of Tokyo.
There, martial artists and fighters of every description
would meet and face off to determine who was the strongest of the strong.
The rules were supremely simple
Fight with bare fists. That was it.
Crotch shots,
eye gouging,
even biting, all were legal.
It was said that the reigning champion of this rigorous and brutal competition
was, unbelievably, a 17-year-old young man.
But even this strongest of young champions had one man he was afraid of,
and that was his father.
In addition to human opponents,
this man had defeated wild beasts,
modern weaponry, and entire armies.
Even the most powerful feared him,
and the leaders of nations treated him with respect.
He was the living embodiment
of what can be achieved through sheer, raw strength.
Their stories had become urban legends.
Now, an actual fight between this father son
was finally about to take place,
and a surprising number of young men were eager to watch the epic battle.
QUARTERLY URBAN LEGENDS
Huh?
Even Yujiro was surprised to see how many there were.
Uh...
What the hell?
Hey, look, it's him!
Huh?
It's the Ogre!
- It's really him! - Awesome!
What a shit-show. Damn it.
Baki was surprised as well.
What?
This is for real! Hey, look, look! There he is! There he is!
Is that Baki?
Of course it is! Hey, Baki! Baki!
Where's your father, Baki?
- Hey, look, it's him! - Huh?
- It's the Ogre! - There he is! There he is!
Huh?
Now it was more than urban legend.
Now it was news.
And now, this special news bulletin.
The Park Hilton Hotel in Shinjuku
has been cordoned off by riot police and the army.
The reason? Well, that's the strange part.
It's all because of some kind of domestic dispute.
A fight between father and son.
We're live at the scene with Mr. Kasuga.
Just look at that.
It may not be recognizable now, but that was once a car!
And not just any car,
but the Prime Minister's official limousine!
The Prime Minister? Was it a bomb or something? What happened?
Well, they fell on it.
The father and son, while they were fighting,
they fell out of a window.
The Prime Minister's car destroyed,
the army called in, the whole district cordoned off.
This is no ordinary father and son.
The word was out.
They heard it here.
They even heard it here.
Soon, they heard of it everywhere.
How quickly the news spread.
The urban legend was true!
URBAN LEGENDS QUARTERLY
The fight between father and son was on!
They came by train
By scooter.
By foot.
They all rushed to get there in time!
Baki!
The strongest in the world!
I didn't expect for this to be an exhibition match, but okay.
Yujiro couldn't believe his eyes.
This was a seething mass of screaming humanity
such as he'd never seen before.
Hey!
What the hell are you all doing here?
He was not a man easily thrown off his stride,
but this crowd had thrown him.
And more and more were arriving every moment!
It was as if every person in the city was being drawn here.
He'd fought in front of crowds before, of course.
But never one as big as this.
It felt foreign to him. Unsettling.
It's the greatest father-son face-off ever!
Shit, and I thought I hated my dad!
Hey, forget it.
Not today.
Stage fright?
Huh?
What?
Son of a bitch, that's it, your scared!
You're afraid I'll make you look bad in front of this crowd.
And if you're gonna get beat,
you rather it happened when no one's around.
Isn't that right, Dad?
[gasps ♪
Are you out of your mind, you cocky little--
The eyes of the closely watching crowd
weren't quick enough to see
any of the three consecutive blows the young man unleashed.
The only thing they did see...
...was the small cloud of dust he kicked up at the end of his attack.
- Huh? - Huh?
- What was that just now? - I heard a bang.
- Did you see that? - There was a bang.
I didn't see a thing.
Whew!
Like Baki himself,
they were unsure of what would happen next.
Who'll make the first move?
The Ogre will!
Nah, Baki will!
The fight already started.
- Huh? - It started a long time ago.
Uh... Yeah, the man's right.
I mean, that's what it's like when two experts are fighting.
It starts the moment they face off.
- I never knew that. Did you? - Yeah! It's just like I told you.
I see. I taught you that, didn't I?
One side alone can't call off a fight.
Both sides have to agree to it before a fight can be stopped.
Especially after punches have been thrown.
After that, it's attack or get attacked.
You know, I can't even remember the last time someone made me bleed.
Huh.
But sometimes, whether you like it or not,
you have to face down danger on your own.
I don't get it.
I hit him with three solid strikes to vital spots.
But look at him.
He isn't even shaken.
Did I really hit him?
Or did he just let me hit him?
Either way, I've got no choice but to go for it.
Loosen.
Melt.
Turn my mind and body into water.
There. That's about right.
Huh? What happened?
Why didn't it work?
You're fighting against me, and you use the same move twice?
Whoops.
Guess I went to the well once too often.
That's disappointing.
Though he was Japanese,
Kenichi Sawai was regarded as a great kung fu master.
Among the lessons he left behind, was this...
"If you swing your arm
with the limberness of a pitcher throwing a pitch,
and the blow strikes your opponent right in the face,
it will cause extraordinary damage."
"A direct blow to the nose will cause your opponent's eyes to water so much
that he cannot see."
Look how far he went flying!
Musta been over 30 feet!
Oh my God, he's coming. Run!
Ogre.
You're a lucky man.
Hey, I'm happy for ya.
Your dream has come true.
All those years,
you've watched, and waited, and yearned.
You've raised and nurtured.
And now, finally, the day has come.
I'm a little jealous.
Whether it was in reaction to the physical pain
or in dismay at his own weakness,
a stream of tears poured down the young man's face.
And he came to a silent resolution.
This was no time for a simple father-son fight.
This had become a battle.
He got up!
Okay, I'm ready. How about you?
Look! He stopped bleeding!
In boxing, when a fighter is cut,
a hemostat is often used to stop the bleeding.
But there's one thing even more effective at stopping the flow of blood.
The determination to fight.
A powerful will to fight
stimulates the secretion of adrenaline,
and nothing is better at stopping bleeding.
Wily trainers have been known to taunt and provoke their fighters,
firing up their fighting spirit in order to stop their bleeding.
Huh. So you're not ready to surrender yet.
Surrender?
Not by a long shot.
I'm happy for you, Baki.
I'm truly happy for you.
Yes, that's it.
Play with him, Baki.
Let him play with you.
No other son in the world has a father
who could play with him like this.
Well, I've got to hand it to you.
To have mobilized the police and the army, in almost no time at all.
The safety of our citizens is our first priority.
That's the Hanma blood in him
So far, he's been
outstanding.
Course, this is just sport-level martial arts.
He's up there.
He's watching.
Huh?
Well, in that case...
Huh?!
...I'll give you something to watch
Something your sharp eyes will be able to see from even way up there.
Hmm?
You see this? Yeah, you can see this.
Huh? What the...
The best practitioners of the form fist
do more than merely emulate.
They make the beasts they're emulating actually become visible.
At that moment, in front of that whole crowd,
something became visible that no one among them had ever seen.
The monstrous form of the T. rex's greatest rival.
Well, I'll be.
Goddamn it, has a father ever had a more devoted son?
Meanwhile far, far above this battle between father and son,
someone was looking on
with the keen eyes of a natural-born hunter-killer.