Mr. Jack.
I wanted to meet you.
Wait until I'm done eating.
Did I rush you?
No, I rushed myself.
It looked like there would be something more magnificent than food.
Well, I don't know about that.
It will be magnificent for me.
But I wonder if it will be magnificent to you.
Shall we go out?
I wanted somewhere more spacious,
but we would stand out in the daytime.
This is fine.
I heard that you use steroids.
Does that bother you?
No.
Taking steroids doesn't make something instantly attainable.
You were runner-up in the Maximum Tournament.
We have time, so take some if you would like to.
I heard that rumor.
Seems like you rearranged boxing into a martial art.
I can't wait.
I apologize if this question is personal.
Can we expect you to return to the ring?
You've received thousands of punches in your long career.
That's a given, but...
it has seriously destroyed your body.
Many experts say that returning to how you were before
is already a lost cause.
But I can't help but hope.
You're a treasure to mankind...
Champ?
Thank you, Champ. That's enough.
It was my mistake.
You've already done enough...
Help...
Who could believe this?
The 60-year-old champion with an illness
can still move just like his golden days.
If it's just for one minute, I'm still the world champion.
And...
boxing didn't destroy me.
My son...
My son destroyed me.
What kind of man is he?
Is Baki Hanma...
stronger than this monster?
He's so big.
He's so heavy.
And he's so tough.
He's so fast.
So tenacious.
He's so powerful.
He's so strong.
And this man,
while harboring so much potential,
is thorough.
And persistent.
And a perfectionist.
When I get hit,
I stand back up.
I always stand back up.
And I fight.
Always.
No matter what.
Always.
Stand and fight!
Come at me...
Come on...
Now's your chance.
Damn it.
I can't help it if he runs.
5 DAYS LATER
What happened?
Just some stuff.
Are you okay?
I wanted you to cheer me up.
You're having trouble talking.
I had surgery.
Sorry if it's hard to understand me.
Does it sting? Do you want something cold?
I can come and meet you like this if you ask me to.
But you shouldn't expect anything more from me.
That's fine as long as you come see me.
Sorry, young lady.
Can I borrow this big guy?
Mr. Shibukawa.
Come on, big guy.
I completely forgot.
I'm sorry, Kozue.
I forgot I had something important with Mr. Shibukawa.
So many lies.
There's a lot of greenery here despite being a city area.
Lots of empty space too.
It's perfect for playing around.
Sorry for making you play along back there.
I don't get it.
We already finished our fight.
It wasn't a real fight, and I thought I would be fine if I lost,
but I couldn't let it go.
A loss is a loss, even if it's all fun and games.
A game?
Leaving it as a loss didn't sit well with me.
That wasn't a real fight to you?
You wanted a real fight?
I understand.
Shall we have a real fight?
That wasn't a real fight?
That...
That was an incredibly tense fight.
Even at that old age, he's such a sore loser!
Hey, big guy.
This will hurt.
We're having a real fight, big guy.
Stop spacing out, you fucking moron.
Hey, big guy.
Looks like you're in trouble.
Let's see... Here!
Here!
Here. Here. Here.
Here.
That was a good workout.
What will you do, big guy?
Do you want to go at it a bit more?
Let's meet again, big guy.
Sorry.
I wanted to dress a bit more nicely.
You fought Mr. Shibukawa, didn't you?
It wasn't a fight.
Idiot.
-What? -"Fight until you die."
"The strong one is me." "No, I'm the strong one."
"No, I am."
Idiots from Planet Strong.
You're hurt because of me.
What? Not at all.
Mr. Orochi?
He's calling for the idiot from Planet Strong.
I'm sorry.
It's fine.
Here's a suitable lot.
One or two people pass by every five minutes.
We just need to end it within three minutes.
A few days ago, you fought me in a fight to the death.
And you lost.
Didn't we decide the winner?
Yes, that fight was undoubtedly your win, boy.
But so what?
I'm here in front of you, wanting to fight.
So what will you do?
It's normal to stand in front of someone and ask for a fight in our world.
But I'm not at my best right now.
What? You're not possibly thinking that asking an injured person for a fight
is cowardly, are you?
When humans live, they eat and drink.
They get hurt and sick too.
You shouldn't hope for your best condition.
That's how our world works.
Right, boy?
I don't want to fight you again.
Try and make me say that.
Come on, make me never want to fight you again.
Okay, I accept.
I'll make a box now.
Fists are boxes.
The boxes smash into each other and compete, thus becoming boxing.
There won't be a third time.
This will be a knockout for you.
After which, I'll stomp on your feet over and over
with all my strength.
And as you ask for forgiveness,
I'll never forgive you, and I'll keep stomping.
Even if you cry, beg, or pray.
I'll never forgive you, and I'll keep stomping.
Are you done talking?
Then allow me to begin.
Don't you know, boy?
Using your forehead against fists
was a basic defense back in the time of bare-knuckle fighting.
Oh, geez! You're already breathing heavily.
Are you okay without that box?
I will never forgive you.
What's with that face?
It's common sense to attack your opponent's weakness in a fight.
Geez, "come on"? Seriously?
You made me wait for you to make a glove.
Well, in any case, maybe this will be somewhat more of a fight.
Oh, he's mad!
That's not a fist anymore.
Okay, boy.
Now you've lost all your weapons.
I'll be leaving now.
It's your choice whether we keep going or not.
You can attack me from behind if you want,
or leave me alone if you accept defeat.
You decide.
Hey.
-You're... -It's fine.
You're more injured every time we meet.
Yes, that's what's important.
What's important?
I'm more injured every time we meet.
So what does that mean?
It means we've met many times.
You're right. We meet because we're friends.
What we call our relationship isn't important.
We're taking baby steps,
but we're starting to understand each other.
For example, you like lemon tea.
And I like hot coffee.
That kind of thing...
And we're in the process of making rules.
Your seat is near the entrance, and I'm near the back.
What happened with Director Orochi?
Doppo Orochi...
What an awful way to lose.
-I haven't lost. -What?
You're so uncool.
It doesn't...
It doesn't seem manly.
"Doesn't seem manly"?
I apologize for disturbing your rest.
A guest would like to see you in the sub-basement Peacock Room.
Are you okay?
Who is it?
The guest wanted me to keep their name a secret.
Isn't the Peacock Room reserved for parties?
I can't have a party in this condition.
The guest is waiting alone.
Yes.
Alone?
We have arrived.
Dad? Why are you here?
To fight.
You're having a fight?
With who?
With you, Junior.
Without the gloves.
IDIOTS FROM PLANET STRONG