Half a second before the brain processes "now."
It's a divine state the person themselves isn't even conscious of.
Grasping that moment.
Every person gives off this "signal" half a second before.
Hands in the pockets and constantly observing,
watching for the "now" that's about to come.
Just like a sword in its sheath,
waiting for the moment it's drawn.
The "now" that could come even now.
Even now, that "now" could come right after now.
Oh, that's right.
Huh? What?
A father and son, blood relatives, probing each other's intentions.
But this isn't quite right.
What's he doing?
That's enough.
There's no need to wait until the half-second
before deciding to attack.
Why's he doing this?
I'll tell you.
Tell me?
No need for anything so rushed as the half-second before "activation."
Five seconds!
I'll give you a countdown myself, five seconds before I attack.
What?! A countdown? Are you...
I'll bend each finger,
and once my hand transforms into a fist,
I'll let it loose.
They were to probe each other's trigger moment,
but it's turned into a completely different game.
The physical preparation. The mental preparation.
Prepare yourself.
Hold on there! I haven't agreed yet!
Five.
Four.
What is he playing at?!
Three.
Two.
One!
There!
Now!
The fastest "fist draw," faster than a fraction of a second.
Ultimately, the young man's body decided the fastest move
was not to pull his hands out of his pockets,
but to leave his hands at the same height
and to lower his body in order to draw out his hands.
It is similar to the body movement and rationale of iai,
the art of drawing a sword.
Where the hilt remains grazing the floor, while the hip is turned in order to draw.
It was the greatest gift that evening from his son, Baki.
The upper jaw and lower jaw...
A secret move imitating the grinding motion of tiger jaws.
Aptly named, Tiger King!
A brilliant feat!
Letting yourself get beaten by such a classic fighting move.
You must be getting slow in your old age, Ogre.
But still,
Baki, you're incredibly strong, kid.
He could clearly feel his father's thick neck beneath his knee.
He could clearly feel his father's arm robbed of its freedom.
Dad is clearly under me right now!
A sense of achievement greater than himself,
and an unease larger than life.
He felt both!
Ogre, you were way too careless.
Baki's a monster with your DNA.
You underestimated him way too much.
You idiot.
Dad, can you hear me?
"I wondered what you'd do."
"This is exactly the kind of trick I'd expect you to pull."
Dad, I bet it's pretty hard for you
to say that kind of thing in this position.
Don't pull this shit, Dad!
You'd better not let it end like this!
I won't fuckin' let you!
Try and make a comeback, dammit!
That's what Yujiro Hanma would do, goddammit!
Baki, don't push your luck.
Your papa's not that weak, you know.
"Okay"?
He's lifting his right arm.
Wait.
What would be the point of lifting his arm?
What does it signify? Confidence?
It can't be baseless.
Is he agitated or confused? I can't predict what he'll do!
He's in a completely helpless position.
What the hell could he do with his right arm?
- A crack in the ground! - Whoa! Look!
It's buried in the ground!
His arm is buried in the asphalt!
He's not human!
He's too damn strong!
Punching through the asphalt...
That's a hell of an idea.
If it hadn't been Yujiro Hanma, that'd be impossible.
That's for sure.
That's absolutely right.
Ogre's idea of the ground and asphalt isn't the same as everyone else's.
If you fight on top of gelatin or agar,
the pinning move wouldn't be a pinning move at all.
Sorry, Dad. That truly was
a typical trick that I'd pull.
But you see, this fight...
I've gotta win it even if I pee my pants.
Are you sure, boss?
It's been a while since it started.
What has?
I mean... the news and stuff are making a big deal about it.
You wanna watch some family's father-son fight?
Well,
I wanna watch!
Me too.
Whaddya think, everyone?
Isn't my dad pretty awesome?
He's so strong that even I, Baki Hanma, peed my pants.
You did good up to Tiger King.
You cry and wet yourself so easily.
Yeah, that's right. That's exactly right.
I cry. I wet myself. I deceive. I trick.
You just realized that?
I'll get the win no matter what it takes.
Whether I've gotta cry. Whether I've gotta pee myself.
Whether I've gotta deceive. Whether I've gotta trick.
What was that?!
A side roll kick?
To cross counter?!
He landed!
He wasn't hit?!
Damn good, Dad.
Nice. That's good enough.
What's going on? His expression is kind.
I never knew he could look like that!
Half-assed attempts won't wake the genes asleep within you.
I'm prepared to slap them awake.
The Hanma blood... DNA...
It won't be long now.
He's gonna end it.
My son, Baki...
My life had been filled with boredom.
His back!
- It's the Ogre! - The oni's face!
The one who gave me my first thrill
could naturally only be my own son.
He made it weep.
Is he really going to do that?
Huh? What?
He's crazy!
Live.
Thank you for the wonderful evening.
Make your father happy!
A coincidence, yes,
but who'd have thought a chamber of this size still remained?
Professor Chris, what is this?
At first look, it seems ominous.
It looks like a drawing of a demon.
What bothers me is,
why the back?
From an anatomical perspective, it's very exact.
The arms, shoulders, and from the waist to the feet.
But why on earth is just the back like a demon's face?
Professor, is this a kind of religious image?
This is the same thing.
But the background is different.
They're weapons.
Tips of various sizes.
They're weapons pointed at him.
No. Considering the variety and number,
they represent weaponry, armaments.
This is amazing.
Such incredible fighting power.
True. That's a heck of a lot of weapons.
That's not what this means.
It's saying that this devil had such great fighting power
that this much weaponry had to be readied to face it.
That's for sure.
Whoa! That car's been totally destroyed!
You're gonna kill your son.
The utter destructive power to strike a human
and also completely crush a large van in the same punch.
It was a little late, but Baki realized something.
"Yes, what I am fighting now
is an ultra-force that frightens entire nations."
"Even if I gave it everything I've got, there's no way I could defeat it."
This feeling,
this sweet numbness,
I can feel it.
Is this the Brain Drug?
It itches.
It must be showing up on my back...
That tiny oni...
That's right. I did everything I could.
I've given it everything I've got.
Even my pee.
I squeezed out everything I had.
I've had it.
That's enough.
You wanna continue?
You really are
a father so strong that it makes me proud.
Continue? Or let go?
I know full well it won't work,
but to hear you ask me that directly, Dad, that's just so...
Dad...
For me...
Who's that?
Have you become lost, Yuichiro Hanma?
- Huh? - What is it?
-"Yuichiro"? - Who's that?
Grandpa?!
You haven't changed.
His shoulders are so broad.
My child, struggling against his own.
Baki, my boy.
Yes?
You can win.
He can see him?
What? See what?
The man who defeated America before Yujiro did.
Defeated America?
I don't quite understand what you mean.
Yuichiro Hanma.
Yujiro Hanma's biological father.
It was the Battle of Okinawa during the Pacific War.
From April 1, 1945,
when the U.S. army started its invasion of Okinawa,
until the signing of the surrender on September 7 in Kadena,
were six months of hell called the Battle of Okinawa.
But that's not what really happened.
Twelve kilometers off the northeastern shore
of the main island of Okinawa,
there's a puny solitary island,
less than a kilometer in circumference, so small it's not on any map.
Into that small area,
more than 1,000 tons of explosives were launched in total.
A thousand tons?!
That many explosives were used on Japan's army?
Not on the Imperial Japanese Army.
Nor on the locals.
It was used on one single man, Yuichiro Hanma.
Bombardment from naval guns on the ocean.
Aerial bombing from the sky.
After so much bombing that even the island's shape was changed,
they landed.
The mission given to the soldiers was simply to confirm his corpse.
It felt like a walk in the park, but only briefly.
Standing there
was the Japanese man they were meant to bring back as a corpse.
Dangling from his right hand with his neck hanging at a funny angle,
was the soldier who had been in the rear.
The commander of this operation, Major General James, said this.
Even against that battleship Yamato,
we only suffered 12 casualties before it was sunk!
How the hell can we be disgraced like that by a single monkey?!
"That man isn't any damn monkey."
The young officers swallowed their words.
This isn't a matter of efficiency.
This is a matter of protecting the dignity of our proud Marine Corps!
Of all things, James asked Supreme Commander MacArthur
for permission to use an atom bomb.
That's ridiculous! Absolutely ridiculous!
Thirty-eight days earlier,
there was a broadcast by the Emperor announcing the end of the war.
There was no way permission would be granted.
Then that night, after the order had been given to cease the operation,
that's when it happened.
After hearing the sound of an impact, what the soldiers saw
was the corpse of Major General James thrust deep into the deck of the ship.
There was only one soldier who witnessed this event.
While he was relaxing on the deck,
he was shocked by a massive crash.
When the soldier turned around, he clearly saw it.
The sight of a fiercely brutal oni
about to calmly walk away.
It was a sudden, grisly end for the operation's commander.
The Iowa battleship's deck was 233 millimeters thick.
Apparently, the crew members were deeply frightened.
"What kind of power was used to throw him down like that?!"
"Was this some kind of technique?"
"An oni!"
"What kind of monster is it?"
He hadn't left.
Until the more than 2,000 crew members all assembled on the deck,
the oni had hidden himself.
On that ship, Yuichiro used a very mysterious technique.
I personally didn't see it, but...
Given the mere fact that the more than 2,000 crew members of the Iowa
surged over its sides into the ocean to escape,
I think you can understand how dreadful it was.
In a mere few minutes,
the entire crew abandoned the Iowa battleship, their nation's pride.
It's really no wonder that they say he defeated America.
What kind of technique was it?
This is what the technique is called.
"Dress."
Damn, he disappeared.
After seeing that face I hadn't seen in a while, I remembered something.
Dad's best technique.