Look at this, gentlemen.
This is an illustrated story.
It is a spectacular picture scroll of great magnitude.
Professor, could this profile be of...
Yes. I am quite certain it is that devil we saw earlier.
Then, Professor, what is this little devil that's facing it?
Most likely, they are parent and child, father and son.
And then, what is this enormous crowd of people behind the father?
I was just considering that.
Upon close inspection, there is an abundance of variation.
In race, gender, and age.
Ostensibly, this crowd appears to be his followers.
Perhaps, these beings are glorifying him, the father devil.
Is he some kind of icon?
Yes.
Boss, sorry 'bout this.
We can't get any farther than this. Want me to scare them off?
No. Here is fine.
Even though you've lost your hearing, and you cannot hear, listen.
What we, Yujiro and Baki,
are about to do is not a continuation of what has come before.
But it isn't the beginning either.
With this, we conclude.
With this, it ends.
From your pinky, go like this.
One by one. Right.
This is the greatest tool in the world.
Tool...
It can function as various everyday tools.
And obviously...
Obviously?
It can be a weapon.
It can be a hammer, a blade, or even a spear.
First, this is how to make it into a hammer.
From the pinky, go like this.
Fold each finger to its base.
One by one, from the ring finger to the middle finger.
Good.
This one is the opposite of before.
From the index finger, fold them one by one.
To complete it, fold the thumb over them.
What have you grasped?
Strength. You've grasped strength.
You punch with the strength you've grasped.
You pierce with the strength you've grasped.
It is humanity's oldest and finest weapon.
That is the fist.
Release the tension from the fingers that are folded,
and gently hold them in place with the thumb.
Don't be concerned about your stance.
Leave the placement of your fist up to your body.
You never forget these things.
The beginning of the beginning. The first knowledge Dad gave me.
Boss, I think there are only ten rows of people in front of us.
What do you wanna do? Want me to scare 'em off?
No. Here is fine.
Completely forget about defending.
Concentrate your weight on the ball of your forward foot.
Focus only on throwing the punch.
Consider all else to be impurities.
The fist that you've placed your entire self into will surpass everything.
There is no "will it work or not work." There's no need to even think that!
That's what a comparison of strength is like!
The sound of their knuckles hitting their faces
must have been the loudest sound the two of them had made that evening.
Removing oneself from danger and defeating your enemy.
That is the art of fighting.
That is technique.
Casting off all defense and exposing the front of his body,
where vital spots are concentrated,
to the blade.
That is no longer a martial art, nor even a combat sport,
but a comparison of strength, a comparison of manhood.
Excuse me.
- What? - Huh?
What?
I can't see.
Who's that?
That... that is Ogre.
What's he doing?
Praying?
You know, it seems like...
There sure seems to be a lot more foreigners here now. Right?
Ogre...
Whoa! Awesome!
Neither of them are giving an inch!
It's a slugfest between the world's strongest!
There's actually someone who...
Going fisticuffs face-to-face with Ogre...
Who knew there was anyone in the world who'd do that?
Boss, I can't believe this.
He's in a slugfest with that Yujiro Hanma.
I'm jealous.
Then, why don't we move a little closer?
No, here is fine.
Yessir.
You're at the front already.
It's certain now...
When this breathless flurry of punches ends,
that is when this fight will be settled.
The weak masses...
Standing before the weak masses
was an oni.
Behind him were the weak masses.
There was always a crowd of the weak.
In front of the weak there were always
yes, strong soldiers.
The man had made up his mind.
My place is always in front of the strong.
There is no justice. There is no evil.
There is only strength.
Eventually, the name "Ogre" was given by one major nation
to this man, who had found his way to the country's leader so easily.
Truly quivering with fear, they hid in the shadows of “God,”
and bought his favor for vast sums of dollars.
The weak masses, who had been driven to despair,
deified this utmost threat to powerful nations
and loved him as an angel.
The ring that encircled the father and son gradually shrank in size.
The field of energy from this father and son that was about at its end,
they wanted to be near it, and feel it up close.
They wanted it engraved in their minds!
The son's fists felt his father.
What did the father's fists feel?
Both men's fists sought for the most effective angle possible.
Both men's feet sought
for the most effective landing point possible.
This domestic trouble was broadcast via TV cameras and via cell phones,
to living rooms and computer screens nationwide.
SHINSHINKAI HEADQUARTERS
Are you watching, Dad?
In this competition, I...
Whose victory do I wish for in this match?
Father...
I can do this too!
Was it to show pride in his toughness?
Or to embrace his beloved son, who was on a spurt?
The father quietly held his open palms wide apart.
Am I able to see?
Am I able to hear?
My fists punching my father's body...
I can definitely feel my fists striking my father.
My numbing fists are the only connection between my father and me.
Am I actually punching him?
Am I being punched back?
This is our chance to make contact with each other.
What a waste it would be to throw regular punches.
That's right. I'll punch him as if I'm hugging him.
There go my ribs.
Two, three, maybe more.
He's amazing. My dad is really amazing.
How many times?
How many times tonight have I said he's amazing?
This is the same...
as that time five years ago.
Mandible fractured.
Mental tubercle fractured.
Mandibular ramus fractured.
Numerous fissures as well.
Left orbital floor fractured.
Nasal bone collapsed.
Maxillary fractured.
Numerous fissures as well.
Abrasion of front teeth and molars.
Multiple missing and damaged.
Both ear drums burst.
Cervical vertebra sprained on both sides. Over 30 degrees.
Ribs. Six fractures.
Bones and wrists in both hands. Slight inflammation.
Bones in both feet. Slight sprains.
As well as slight inflammation.
Subcutaneous bleeding all over the body.
Brain and organs. Several sites of...
That's enough already.
That is enough. Any continuation,
any more punches and it wouldn't be a fight.
It wouldn't be the Great Brute.
Thanks, man!
Thank you!
Thank you, sir.
Thanks, man!
Thank you!
Thanks!
That was a time well spent.
You kicked me.
As I walked away, you sent me off with a blow to the side of my face.
Yes...
I see.
Yes, nice.
His fighting spirit... still unbroken.
I can't stand to watch.
Fine. Baki, that's enough.
What? No way...
Is that...
Tofu?
The audience saw it clearly.
The tofu in his palm as he sliced it.
The leeks as he sliced them on a cutting board.
The cherished dish of the Great Brute, Yujiro Hanma.
Miso soup with tofu.
Hey. It's ready. Get up.
Oh... Is it that time?
Unprecedented.
The first and probably the last nighttime "air-snack."
This is all I've got.
It's more than enough, Father.
Cut that out, you. Call me "dad."
They...
They're...
They're sitting in harmony.
Are you okay with doing this here?
Oh come on, it doesn't matter where.
Relax and sit normally.
It'll get cold.
Thank you.
That's wrong.
I've noticed this before.
You're not holding them properly.
This ain't no fancy exclusive restaurant.
That's good.
But it's a little salty.
You don't even know how a proper miso soup is supposed to taste.
Okay, why don't you try it yourself?
Go ahead.
Don't be stupid.
Make-believe is still just make-believe. It doesn't even taste like water.
Is that so?
What?!
The son turned the table!
Why, you...
They disappeared!
The table...
The bowl...
Dad.
Yeah?
You were saved.
Are you saying you saved me?!
That's exactly right.
I know what you're referring to. That miso soup was a little salty.
He acknowledged it!
So, it was salty?
Whoa...
I didn't want to admit it, so I tried to deceive you.
I lied.
Ogre lied?
You noticed I was rattled,
so you turned the table to save me.
The basic measure of strength is...
the strength to see your desires through.
The strength to see your will through.
You made me, the strongest man on Earth, stand in the kitchen.
There is no greater selfishness than this.
Claim the title of strongest in the world, right here!
He acknowledged it!
Ogre acknowledged it!
He acknowledged that Baki is the strongest!
Baki Hanma is the strongest in the world!
"In the end...
whoever is standing at the highest point,
with their head in a higher position,
the one looking down on the other, is the victor."
Those are your words, Dad.
You definitely looked down on me and left.
At that time, I was already killed.
That's an irrefutable fact.
I lost.
He still could not hear,
and did not know he was now the strongest in the world.
He acknowledged it!
The strongest in the world declared his defeat!
What an incredible finish!
The decisive words clearly spoken by the son of the world's strongest.
Whether it was a whim of the night,
the father handed over his title of world's strongest,
and the son handed over the victory.
We have a winner!
Each of them both offered the other the greatest they had to offer.
How happy-go-lucky.
He's gotten better.
The world's strongest father-son fight
ends here!
THE END
It's reported that the match itself was an exhibition.
What are your thoughts on the fact that it was not an official match?
I did not use my feet.
I did not use my knees.
I did not use my elbows.
I only used my two fists.
By only attacking Mr. Bolt's upper body and only facing him head on,
I won this fight.
I was the victor.
It was nothing more or less than that.
Whether it was official or unofficial.
Also, whether the belt that Kaiser gave me
was officially recognized or unrecognized...
Those are things that I do not know,
nor do they interest me.
Oh...
Using just a small portion of my main skill, kung fu,
I was victorious under boxing rules.
That is all!