[theme music playing]
[man singing rock song in Japanese]
[music ends]
[Baki] I'm gonna show you something you can see even from way up there.
[knuckles cracking]
You see this. I know you do.
And what about you, Dad?
You're watching, right?
I figured this would make you proud.
This goes way, way back.
It's from T. rex's greatest rival, Triceratops!
[narrator] The dynamism of the young man's movements...
[booming thud]
...the heaviness of his feet as he planted them,
the look that conveyed an ancient fighting spirit
all combined to make the beast's giant form manifest.
Its immeasurable strength.
Its massive, earth-shaking weight.
Its weaponry of death and destruction.
Everyone there was convinced they saw them.
It's unbelievable!
You can say that again.
The thing is huge.
So tall! It's at least 26 feet!
[narrator] In his father's eyes,
imbued as they were with almost godlike perception,
the physical body of the young man himself suddenly dissipates,
and only the illusion Baki created with his will takes visible form.
As a child, Yujiro had often thought of them.
As he awakened to his body's strength, he often thought of them.
In truth, even as a full-fledged adult, he often thought of them.
And as he did, he wondered...
[Yujiro] Just how strong were these things anyway?
Come at me.
Come on, I'm ready.
In fact, I've been dreaming of this!
Come at me!
[Baki grunts]
[narrator] And so Baki launched his attack,
one he'd never used before,
Triceratops Fist!
[booming footsteps charging]
[Yujiro straining]
[Baki grunting]
[glass shattering]
Look at that!
Oh my God!
[man 1] Watch out!
- [glass smashing] - [metal crunching]
- They flipped the damn thing! - Extraordinary!
For someone of your size and weight
to be able to push around someone like me,
who weighs a lot more than 200 pounds,
and to flip a van and tear up half the street while you're doing it,
well, that was more than just your own strength.
[chuckles wryly]
[Yujiro] I loved feeling that raw, primitive power.
[Pickle snarls softly]
[growling gently]
[Yujiro] Now, then.
I'm not saying you haven't come a long way,
'cause you have,
but there's a much more powerful fist form than that one.
[Baki] Hmph.
I'll explain it to ya.
Yushoken imitates the bear's fighting style, right?
Kokeiken is derived from the tiger's force.
Toroken imitates the fighting style of the mantis.
And then there's what you just came up with,
Kyoryuken.
It could well be a stronger variation,
but you're still just imitating the real thing.
Well, that's interesting.
What's your point exactly?.
[Yujiro] Are you watching?
This is the greatest form fist of all.
[suspenseful music playing]
[narrator] Having mocked Baki's form fist, he performed one of his own.
What... what kind of movements are those? What's he imitating?
You idiot!
[Yujiro] These moves aren't anything! I'm just making them up!
You are?
Huh?
[energy crackling]
What was hell that?
[crowd gasping]
[man 1] What the hell?
Okay, now I get it.
That's so totally you, Dad.
Now it's getting really weird!
The strongest fist form would be the one that imitates the strongest beast of all.
And, of course, that would be
Yujiro Hanma!
[energy zinging]
[man 2] That's the shape of the light we just saw!
That's right, son.
Nothing that has ever lived is stronger than this.
[Baki chuckles] He's probably right.
One second he's just standing there,
and the next he lets loose a blast of energy.
Some kind of invisible force that slammed right through me.
[bewildered gasping]
[Baki] It felt like pure power.
His roundhouse made a perfect arc through the air,
and just like with the punch,
an invisible force was let loose all around him.
And then he sent it blasting outwards.
It became visible as it gained physical form.
Whoa!
[Baki] He's right, that's a hard one to beat.
The Yujiro Fist performed by Yujiro Hanma himself.
[gasps]
It was beautiful, powerful, natural.
The real thing imitating itself.
There's no other fist form that could be more natural.
How was that? Was my form all right?
What do you think?
You have a fist as impressive as Yujiro Hanma's.
You have muscles as powerful as Yujiro.
You have the speed of Yujiro.
Yujiro Hanma as performed by Yujiro Hanma, I mean, it's bound to be perfect.
[chuckles smugly]
But, Dad?
What, son?
A fist form's value isn't judged by its appearance.
[Mitsunari gasps]
[chuckling wheezily]
Huh? What's it judged by, then,
if not by appearances?
Huh. Looks like I'm gonna have to teach you.
Dad a fist form's only as good as its usefulness in battle.
And to think I'd have to teach my own father that.
The irony, right?
[Yujiro gasps]
Shit.
I can't remember the last time anyone took me down.
He... he went down!
But... but how?
I would never have thought it was possible!
What happened? Did he trip?
I don't know.
He almost ended up flat on his face.
[Doppo] You little punk.
Only 18 years old, and you're already there, huh?
Bravo, Baki.
I knew going in that this fight would be more fun than I expected...
[chuckles]
...but I never would've imagined
that my son was capable of pulling off a trick like that.
I telegraphed what I was going to do,
and you took advantage of the half-second delay
between my thinking it and my doing it to make your move.
Come here, son.
Lemme give you a pat on the head.
Huh?
Right. Like I really buy that.
Get outta here, man.
Okay, what the hell is he doing?
Don't be shy. C'mon.
We're in the middle of a fight!
Is there something wrong with a father wanting to praise his son?
Uh...
Huh?!
Tears?
What's going on?
What the hell is wrong with me?
It's just a little pat on the head.
- Whoa! - Huh?
- He wants to pat his head. - For real?
Uh...
[Baki] It is for real.
It's not a trick. He really means it.
I mean, look at the way he's holding his hand.
It's not an attack.
He wants to pat me on the head!
Get over here. Come on.
[gulps loudly]
[chuckles]
This is ridiculous.
I want to show you just how proud of you I am.
It's too late for that.
C'mon, stop being so damn shy.
We're in the middle of a fight!
I know, but so what?
Can't I express my admiration for what you've accomplished?
[Baki] This... this feeling!
[heart beating rhythmically]
[narrator] Five inches below his collarbone,
a feeling emerged from somewhere deep inside him.
A feeling very much like pain.
[Baki coughs]
[narrator] It hurt, and yet he didn't want it to end.
[Baki sniffles]
[narrator] It was a pain hard to let go of.
[sentimental music playing]
I can't bear to watch this.
[Mitsunari] So touching.
[narrator] Praise from one's father was a perfectly natural thing.
But in his 18 years, he had never experienced it.
The joy, the pride,
the feeling of accomplishment engendered by a father's praise.
The child had been deprived of these.
They were wholly unfamiliar to him.
- You're so cruel, Dad. - Hmm?
Making me... wait until now.
Does that mean you don't want it, then?
No, I didn't... say that.
[narrator] His father's hand had been a hardened fist just moments before.
Now the fingers were loosened and gentle and reaching out to touch him.
In that moment, he no longer cared.
He didn't care if it was a trap or a trick.
It was worth the risk to be touched by the palm of that hand.
[Baki grunts]
[dramatic music sting]
I can't do it.
I just can't.
Not now.
We'll never have this chance again.
This is a fight to see who will win.
To see which one of us is the best of the best!
[Yujiro] Hmm.
[Mitsunari] Beautifully put.
Well said.
[Yujiro] All right, then.
I guess the time has come
for you to experience the essence of strength.
- The... essence of-- - [impact thud]
- [gasping] - [bones cracking]
You're slipping, son. You let me get to ya.
[Baki] I can't move!
It's like I'm in a vice!
Now, then, you wanna know what real strength is?
- It's this. - Huh?!
I just wanted to pat you on the head.
But you didn't want me to pat you on the head.
[Baki] Wha... what?
[Yujiro] So, you know what happens now?
[pained yelling]
[Yujiro] I'm gonna pat you on the damn head.
Huh?
[Baki yelling painfully]
Stop it! No! No, please!
Please, stop! Stop!
- Stop! - [Yujiro chuckles] Calm down.
[narrator] This is strength.
The power to get what you want.
[Yujiro] There you go. Good boy.
[narrator] In that moment,
Baki understood what he'd meant by the "essence of strength."
[Baki yelling frustratedly]
- Stop! Stop! - [laughs scornfully] Pitiful.
Goddammit, let me go!
What a monster!
Bullying his own son like that!
He's always been a sadistic son of a bitch.
You're so damn greedy for my approval.
[Baki] Huh?
[grunts]
[determined yelling]
[groaning]
[Yujiro laughs scornfully]
You're so much trouble.
[gasping]
[groaning]
You see? I can do anything.
Kill ya or love ya.
It doesn't matter what you want, you have no say in it.
Knowing I don't have to compromise on anything or settle for less,
knowing that I can reach out and take whatever I want,
that, Baki...
that is what real strength is!
Real strength is endurance too.
And overcoming oneself and one's weaknesses.
Forget everything else!
Don't let people fill your head with nonsense.
[Baki grunting]
[impressed gasping]
Is he a shield?
He nailed that landing like a figure skater!
Huh?
[Yujiro] Ignore all those "words of wisdom"
given to you by people who have failed to conquer their own will.
[groans]
[Yujiro] They're just excuses for weakness!
[Doppo] You hit him with your full force, Ogre?
[shocked gasping]
- [Baki groans] - [heavy footsteps approaching]
- [Baki groans lightly] - Hmm.
Strength itself is neither good nor evil.
Even the strong don't endure.
[Baki grunts]
[Yujiro] In fact, there's no need for endurance.
Even overcoming oneself isn't necessary.
[Baki groans]
[Yujiro] Those are excuses too.
[pained groaning]
[Yujiro] They'll contaminate the purity of your strength
if they're not eliminated!
[narrator] His father's intentions were clearly conveyed.
- [thud] - [Baki groans]
[narrator] The child receives the message via pain, and takes it as education.
[crowd gasping]
[strained breathing, groans]
[strained breathing]
You're having a hard time getting oxygen.
You can barely breathe.
And to think, a moment ago I was praising you.
[narrator] "You are a loser."
That was the unspoken accusation behind his father's words.
And he was in no state to prove his father wrong.
It was fun while it lasted.
Now, to end it with a punch or with a stomp?
[whooshing]
[Pickle grizzles]
[snarls]
Whoa, what's he doing here?
- It's that caveman guy! - Pickle!
Well, well. This is a night to remember.
Pickle!
Here we are. I've been waiting for this.
[unsettling music playing]
[chuckles] What's wrong, Baki, you jealous?
[Pickle growls softly]
[gasping]
[growling softly]
[growling intensifies]
[gasps]
[energy crackling]
[Baki] This is none of your business, asshole!
So stay the fuck out of it!
[narrator] These words coming from a friend...
Being a man from the Cretaceous Period,
Pickle, of course, couldn't have known what the words meant.
But this much he did understand.
He had been scolded.
It's a fundamental law of nature
that butting in is not allowed.
He had broken that law.
His armor-piercing teeth,
his teeth, with which he had always believed .to be indestructible,
now one of them was gone.
Pickle, at the age of a 145.5 million years,
had learned to mind his manners.
So sorry for the interruption.
I'm glad it's not over.
It's like getting up from the table before the meal is finished.
So I guess we're both lucky your friend intervened when he did!
[Baki] I know what's gonna happen next!
[impact thud]
[Yujiro] Let the games begin, my boy.
Whoa!
Oh!
[Yujiro] The first trigger battle of the modern age.
I knew you'd do something like that.
[narrator] When his father stepped forward,
Baki, predicting the direction of his attack,
moved to intercept it.
But his father had already predicted that he would make such a countermove.
Fighter A decides to attack.
A split second before the attack,
Fighter B anticipates it and moves to intercept it.
But Fighter A predicts Fighter B's move, and intercepts the interception.
Fighter A's interception is predicted by Fighter B.
Fighter A does the same, then Fighter B, Fighter A...
Hmm.
And so on.
They could go on intercepting each other until they both die of old age.
[stone cracking]
[Baki] Huh?
- [whooshing] - [crowd gasping]
I am sorry, Dad.
If I could have won this fight outright,
I would have done it already.
But if I can't do it that way...
then I've gotta do it this way.
Hmm.
[dramatic music playing]
You got me on size and you got me on strength.
So since I don't match up physically,
guess that means I've gotta get creative.
So, like I said, I apologize, Dad.
[Yujiro] That's fine.
Huh?
[Yujiro] Those split-second predictions, who can make them faster?
Let's do it.
[whimpers]
[Yujiro] Your father accepts your challenge.
What the hell?
You or me? Who's quicker on the draw?
Just like two swordsmen in olden times.
Or a couple of gunslingers in the old West.
We'll find out which one of us is a split-second faster,
and when we do,
I'll finish this foolish game once and for all!
Go on, try it. I dare you.
I dare you!
[music ends]
[theme music playing]
[music ends]