My father, Yuichiro, and I are totally different people.
We're polar opposites.
Our outlooks on life, the way we live, and even the techniques we use.
Even so, there is one single technique of his
I am reluctantly proud of.
It's that! It's that one, isn't--
Shut up!
This is what the Marines called this technique.
"Dress."
Nunchucks?
Translated directly, if you will,
we'll call it "attire."
Everyone, do you think my way of educating goes too far?
Human nunchucks.
Just what is the person it's being done to seeing?
Not "seeing," but "saw."
Their view switches at ultra-high speed, and so it changes in an instant
to "the past" and then to "a memory."
The never-before-experienced centrifugal force
causes blood to collect in the head.
The nose, mouth, ears, and eyes.
These orifices function as an exit for the blood to escape.
The ground, the sky, the people, the scenery... are red.
Dad is... red.
In addition, the massive amount of blood that flows into the eyes
causes what's known in the aviation industry as "red-out",
making even the night sky appear red.
The massive energy suddenly produced before their eyes...
It was obvious at a glance that this was beyond their control.
The level of danger was like
a hammer throw in a locked room.
The area within a 100-meter radius became nearly void of people.
I get it now. Front and back, left and right, above and below.
Baki is now a semi-transparent "dress" that veils Yujiro.
I would never be able to copy what he's doing.
Even if I could lightly throw a person around as if they were a towel,
I could never use them skillfully as if they were a tool.
Not like a weapon I'm long familiar with.
A weapon? That's it!
Nunchucks aren't simply tools.
They're a weapon!
If that's the case, then what comes next is...
Baki, can you hear me?
Whether you can hear me or not,
protect yourself!
Protect your body!
If you call yourself a Hanma,
then fully protect yourself!
Don't you die!
The car his father struck flipped halfway over.
The weapon he used was his own son.
Everyone, don't underestimate
my son.
This boy,
Baki Hanma... don't underestimate him.
Don't underestimate the power that is Baki Hanma.
Beautiful.
I'm envious.
What an incredibly trusting relationship.
I knew it.
No doubt about it. I've got it.
I've been gifted with the ability.
Faced with these attacks,
I am handling them.
I'm fully protecting myself.
This corner I'm about to ram into...
The glass, the tire, the equipment...
I am handling all of it.
I've already repelled them.
Already dodged, avoided, and sometimes destroyed them.
Even with what I'm facing...
I am constantly recovering.
Hey now, how long you gonna hold hands with me like we're buddies?
You planning on taking a walk with me?
No.
I've got a present for you, sort of as a "thank you."
Please, accept it.
I feel bad about doing all the receiving.
This is one shitty doll.
It's not really a doll, but more like a samurai.
When did you make this?
While I was being slammed against stuff.
One by one, and one by one.
I connected and inserted them.
I meant for it to look a lot cooler than that though.
Its arms and legs are a bit--
That's not right.
I noticed when I was slamming you.
The impact that I should have felt, that should have run through my hand,
wasn't quite completely there.
I thought you were pulling a trick.
Against hard, sharp points of impact,
you repelled, dodged, and destroyed...
You fully protected yourself.
You were not "slammed" by me.
Its arms and legs are a bit rough.
What did you say earlier?
You mean "doing all the receiving"?
That's what I mean, Father.
I've already received
the victory from you!
I really was bored through and through.
I was getting fed up with this thing called life.
I forget when,
but five condemned criminals from all over, assembled together.
The five all had a good look to them.
Their motto was,
"We want to know defeat."
I understand that.
I understand it painfully well.
Before I knew it, I realized I was standing there,
at the pinnacle.
Where there was nothing else to aim for.
There was no path to take.
But even so, I couldn't just stop walking.
So I went walking, in search of a path.
None of you would understand.
Having nothing to be challenged by is a tragedy.
None of you would understand.
When strength is taken to extremes, it takes all your dreams away.
When strength is taken to extremes, all the light is stolen from life.
Wealth. Fame. Status.
With this much physical power, all of it is within easy reach.
None of you would understand.
I'm so goddamn strong, nothing is a challenge!
Say, Baki...
Being a parent is a great thing.
Just father and son, with no one to disturb us.
Didn't he suffer...
Any damage?
Take pleasure in being a father and being a son.
It sure is a nice, being a parent.
Right?
I don't know why you're saying "Right?"
But just as I expected. No,
even more than I expected, we are connected.
You're a bona fide Hanma.
I'm not against living as a Hanma.
What is it to be a Hanma?
There's no need to ask. It feels like...
That's right, I am, without a doubt, a genuine Hanma child.
No matter how much you try and try, you obtain more than what you try for.
So that's why
I gave up.
I'll be the one to take care of you, Dad!
We're father and son, after all.
Nice... nice punch!
I can't remember the last time I got punched through the abdomen like that.
Dad, are you bored?
Hating boredom,
I traveled across Japan and abroad,
on the far side of the Earth, even to the North Pole.
I played with martial artists, athletes,
savage beasts, giant animals, weapons,
the underworld, state powers, and armies.
But who'd have thought I'd find the toy to satisfy me, like none of those could,
so close to me.
Not just close.
That's right. We're not just close.
The elusive dream I wandered all over seeking
wasn't just in my own home, it was a part of me!
Dad, when a child gets a toy, what do you think happens?
They'll play with it like crazy, and play, and play
until at last they destroy it.
Death.
- That's right. - Huh?
Why are you here?
"Why?"
The world's strongest father-son fight.
It's all over the TV and the Internet!
But that's enough.
If you're gonna fight, then fight. If you're gonna stop, then stop.
You throw a few punches, then yammer on.
You throw a few kicks, then get all sentimental.
I can't stand to watch, it's so darn tedious!
Who's that?
They'll kill her!
This isn't a competition at all!
This isn't a match.
However, this is a competition.
We're father and son, after all.
Of course we talk and get sentimental.
And gratefully, there are some "games" that only a father and son can play.
The techniques I used tonight,
most of them I only used because I was facing my dad.
They're deadly techniques that can't be used against people.
My dad, too,
all the techniques he let loose were like military weapons.
Kozue...
That's exactly why you stopped us, right?
"If you can afford to converse,
if you love each other so much you get sentimental,
then why don't you stop fighting?"
"If you're going to die,
if you're going to kill one another,
then why don't you just accept losing?"
Kozue, since you're a woman,
it must be hard for you to understand.
Whoa! Aiki!
All the techniques we've continued to master.
All the pain we've accumulated.
And the joy that we can fully exhibit them.
The happiness of being able to freely let loose!
What my dad means to me, and what I mean to my dad...
It's someone who can indulge those things.
We're each other's one and only!
The father and son engage in a battle beyond human scale.
Sublime superhuman techniques.
Awesome...
Now, those who were keeping order
had turned to face the same direction as the onlookers,
and gripped their special batons in sweaty palms.
What they were witnessing now was
the pinnacle.
The embodiment of strength.
High-grade, concentrated strength itself.
It's only natural they took interest.
No matter how much you're devoured, and devoured,
and devoured,
be a woman who cannot be devoured completely.
You're saying I failed to listen to you?
It doesn't matter to me whether my son devoured you completely or not.
One thing that's certain is that Baki has grown stronger.
It can't be unrelated. Thank you.
I don't think I need your thanks.
I didn't do it to make Baki strong--
Your time is up.
This isn't a place for a woman to stick around.
Before you get knocked down, you'd better hide, or you'll get hurt.
I won't obey. You see...
The young man, the father, and the girlfriend
had begun to realize something.
It was close.
The end was close.
Just how many people were there?
The high-rise neighborhood was packed with people, people, and more people.
Even if just for one glance, I want to see it with my own eyes.
What disappeared from my body and life.
The wildness,
I want to see it!
We've obtained academic merit,
status, and even a decent income.
But as a result, what was it we lost?
This whittling down of muscle had already been going on for a few hours.
The strongest father-son fight in the world...
A family discord.
Parents with children. Children with parents.
Many parents and children began to realize something.
"This father-son fight
is not discord."
"This is harmony!"
"All the parents and children in the world
ought to regard this relationship as their role model!"
Wow.
My dad's head. The skull of Yujiro Hanma.
I've never touched it before in this way.
It's so warm.
What a night.
Everything I've cultivated, I was able to use all of it.
This man, he accepted all of it.
And then there's even this surprise.
Baki.
Yeah?
Right?
"Right" what?
It's not easy to say.
Each of them...
Each and all...
They sensed the ending of the feast,
and prepared themselves.
Baki.
Yeah?
It's about time.
Yeah.
Have you done everything you wanted to?
Yes.
Now, now.
This is no good.
This isn't easy for me.
I want to continue.
In the cosmos...
all things must pass.
There is an end to everything.