You may be the strongest in the USA
but you're a convict, my friend.
You've been given way too much space.
This is only one fifth of what I've got.
Loaded with an excessive amount of muscle.
A book collection the size of a library. You still have as much as you had before.
It looks to me like a sign of insecurity.
That son of yours, Baki,
I heard he fought that ancient man.
What do you think of the result?
A man who was born weak fought a genuinely strong man into a corner
and ultimately forced him to use a weapon, namely martial arts.
Therefore, the weak man won.
How incredibly impure.
How incredibly filthy.
How incredibly muddled.
How incredibly frivolous.
Emotion. Effort. Diligence.
Such decorations often tarnish a pure fight.
They complicate the simple fruit that is victory.
I'm at a disadvantage in a fist fight.
At the moment a fight is decided,
whoever's head is positioned at the highest elevation above sea level…
is the victor!
At this moment, Biscuit Oliva's head was 1,105.8 meters above sea level,
while Yujiro Hanma's head was 1,106.3 meters above sea level.
I figured this would happen.
You are looking very healthy, sir.
RESILIENCE
I am pleased to see it.
Quit being so formal.
Let me see your face.
PRIME MINISTER
It hasn't been long since you assumed office.
You must have much to be concerned about.
The responsibility is heavy, and at times, I regret it.
-So now, my man… -Yes?
This weight that is causing you trouble,
how many kilos do you need to lighten it?
"Kilos," sir?
So naive.
Money, my man,
it is not counted in yen, but in kilos.
In kilos?
10,000 YEN
I have prepared 300 kilos.
When converted to yen, that's more than three billion.
Take it with you in a truck.
Huh?
Prime Minister, trusting that you are a real man,
I have a favor to ask you.
I am at your service.
MINISTRY OF EDUCATION AGENCY FOR CULTURAL AFFAIRS
This is incomprehensible.
This is merely a fight between a father and son,
but he wants the country's tacit approval?
MINISTER OF DEFENSE
Well, since this is something that I must know due to my position,
the previous Minister of Defense informed me of the existence of this man.
"Due to your position"?
You mean you knew of Yujiro Hanma?
Who exactly is this man?
Well, I'm not quite sure how to explain.
Let's just say that he's mighty.
He's strong, extraordinarily so.
"Strong," you say?
In brute strength.
Let's call it, "physical strength."
Huh? Do you mean this when you say "brute strength"?
Yes, that's right. That kind of brute strength.
This is making even less sense. Japan is a country governed by laws, you know.
No matter how much brute strength this man has,
once the police get involved, that would be the end of it, right?
No, that would not be the end of it.
Huh? What do you mean by that?
The Prime Minister a few administrations ago
was assaulted by Yujiro Hanma in their official residence.
In the official residence?
Where were the security guards? Did he sneak in?
Since Yujiro Hanma had declared he would attack ahead of time,
there were no less than 100 fully-equipped riot police on duty.
Okay. And?
He smashed right through them with ease.
Don't be ridiculous! What sort of sorcery is that?!
Did you know about this too, Minister of Education?
MINISTER OF EDUCATION
I had only heard rumors.
That Prime Minister placed a gag order on the incident, to maintain public order.
Maintain public order?
-Minister… -Yes?
The brute strength of a single man
successfully attacked the linchpin of the nation.
As the head of our educational system, Minister, I would like your opinion.
It is completely unacceptable.
It could have an immeasurably bad influence on young men.
I see.
It could definitely lead to the praising of violence.
But even so, Minister of Defense,
doesn't the nation have weapons, the most powerful brute strength?
Prime Minister, let me tell you a very simple truth
that will help in understanding Yujiro Hanma.
The United States of America has, with Yujiro Hanma alone, formed a…
A treaty of friendship?!
This is the man.
This is the most recent image of Yujiro Hanma, a.k.a. Ogre,
that I personally possess.
SECRETARY-GENERAL OF THE DEMOCRATIC PEOPLE'S PARTY
The image taken last year of the man known as the strongest being on Earth.
That's quite a face. It's almost demon-like.
It is not just demon-like.
He truly is a demon.
Don't tell me that you are a fan of his.
It appears that you do not understand, so allow me to explain.
The man Yujiro Hanma is the only man in this world who is a brute strength pro.
"Brute strength"?
With one of his powerful arms, he can make anything happen.
He is the aspiration of all men.
What the Minister of Defense said
about the treaty of friendship between him and the U.S. is all true.
About that… what about a sniper?
If shot at with a rifle from long range, he could be killed, right?
Impossible.
Since he has a treaty of friendship with the U.S., they would become our enemy.
Then it must be possible for the U.S. to kill him with a sniper.
That won't happen either.
Because the whole world desires to join forces with Ogre.
-Prime Minister. -Yes?
Right now, Yujiro Hanma is the most powerful weapon in the world.
Making him an ally is the only way to be victorious over major nation states.
Since that's how important he is,
who in the world, that is to say, what country would ever try to kill him?
Earlier, you asked if I was a fan of Ogre, Prime Minister.
It seems to me you are.
Whether it were a member of parliament,
or a manga artist, or a pianist, or a rock musician, or a soldier,
if any of them had been born with the brute strength of Yujiro,
they all would have used their strength to achieve their dreams.
They all would have chosen the path of Ogre.
In other words, everyone, including us politicians,
use our occupation as a substitute for brute strength?
That is why he is the only brute strength pro in the world.
I repeat, what you will be taught here is not for improving your character
nor for defending yourself against unjust violence.
It is straight-up violence,
that is to say, techniques that are used on the battlefield.
Therefore, there is no such thing as foul play.
Or rather, if something is foul play, then use it immediately.
I have read about your pasts.
Mark, stand up.
You've been a Muay Thai fighter for a long time.
You're also a mixed martial arts fighter and have even fought in pro boxing rings.
This is an order. Kill me in a free fight.
Yes, sir.
Howard, your turn.
Judo fighter, Howard: eyes poked out.
Boxer, Richard: over-the-head throw.
Wrestler, Schmidt: struck down.
Old-style kobujutsu fighter, Takahashi: tightly bound.
There's a difference between civilian and battlefield martial arts.
I'm sure even you dunces now have a small understanding of what that is.
Commit yourselves to using foul play.
That is the orthodox style of battlefield fighting.
That is all.
Dismissed!
Yes, sir!
My friend.
I've made you wait a long time.
Now, I am finally…
prepared.
Now, I'm confident I won't disappoint you.
For this day, for this night…
I have long waited.
Just you wait…
my friend, Yujiro Hanma.
Being the strongest isn't something you become. It is something that you are.
To say you're seeking or aiming for it is admitting that you've not achieved it.
Strydum, if you want to maintain our relationship,
then once a year, you must try to kill me.
It does not matter if you do it fairly or not, just threaten my life.
Knives are okay.
Guns are okay.
Explosives are okay.
Nuclear weapons are okay.
Devote your body and mind to the task.
Have the determination to finish me off at all costs.
If you wish to be known as an acquaintance of Yujiro Hanma,
if you want to be recognized as someone close to Ogre,
then that is the only way to achieve it.
Strydum, devise a plan with the intentions of killing me.
Hey.
Yujiro, this time…
This time it's what?
Never mind. You don't have to tell me.
Last year, you said it was "once-in-a-century."
Two years ago, it was "an unparalleled sight."
Before that, it was "the greatest the world has…"
Those are like catchphrases for selling Beaujolais nouveau.
Strydum, you've broken your promise.
You face me already having given up, thinking you couldn't possibly win!
No…
These fists I've embedded with gunpowder
and these boot tips I've embedded with gunpowder…
If only I could land just one strike!
Though you are Ogre, you were still born human.
It's unlike you to misread me, Yujiro Hanma.
What's this about misreading you?
Ogre, what an outrageous misunderstanding.
I hadn't given up yet.
I have…
only given up just now.
That's hot!
I waited.
I simply waited.
In the back of the dim room, at the wall,
where it shouldn't even exist, I've waited for the moment when it would appear.
Without stirring an inch.
In a cascade of sweat.
Here it comes!
See? See?
It's here!
No good.
That's no good. It needs more.
Even stronger, even faster,
even more frightening, even more cunning.
This ain't good enough!
-What? An earthquake?! -Turn on the TV!
-It's here! -Seismic intensity of three?!
Even greater than I imagined.
Huh? What?
There's no need to be surprised.
I was just wondering if you'd been getting proper medical checkups.
Medical checkups?
Yujiro, are you concerned about my health?
Don't be stupid. I'm just keeping up the small talk.
My, you certainly are kind.
From your own child to the national government,
even as far as the military, you treat them all with utterly zero distinction.
If anyone were to get in your way,
whether it be an infant or the military, you'd treat them mercilessly.
I get it. Fine.
That's exactly why you're "Ogre"!
That is you, isn't it, Yujiro Hanma?
But then there you go…
Worrying about the health of this old dotard.
Yujiro, have you gone senile?
Old man…
What a letdown.
That's enough of that.
You've ruined my mood, Yujiro.
Didn't you hear me?
You better believe I can, you idiot!
Don't you even realize what the hell you just said?
Yujiro Hanma, of all people!
I warned you.
Get a doctor.
Noble Elder!
Is it fortune or misfortune?
This man who has specialized so much in fighting,
before he knew it, he'd obtained a special power.
The ability to identify the weak points of everyone within his sight.
From the most infinitesimal cancer cells that they haven't even noticed,
to the undiscovered tooth cavity.
All these weaknesses spring to his notice as sensitive points.
Once, it was well-honed fists…
Once, it was perfectly sharpened swords…
Once, it was flying bullets…
Eventually, it was modern weapons…
He smashed, crushed, and overcame them.
He destroyed, insulted and laughed at them.
He didn't have a single failure in his life as a brute strength pro.
More than a precisely-crafted stethoscope…
More than a high-performance x-ray machine…
More than a highly-experienced surgeon
or the most capable eastern medicine specialist…
This man's history equipped him
with the ability to identify weakness that far outperformed them all.
Is it fortune or misfortune?
CENTER BOXING GYM
Huh?
Yes?
Here for a tour?
No.
I would like approval to join.
Huh? "Approval"?
As long as you pay the registration fee, anyone can join.
But, ya know…
I can see that my lack of a foot bothers you.
Well, if you're doing it to stay healthy, that kind of thing is fine.
Naturally, I would like instruction to become a fighter.
There's no way, pal. Not with that leg.
Who would it trouble?
Who exactly would be inconvenienced by the fact that I lack one foot?
Take off your shoe and get in here.
I appreciate this.
Smack this thing.
"Smack"?
I mean punch it with all your might.
He wants me to punch this fragile thing with all my might?
Um, do you have a replacement ready?
Huh? Aw, come on, pal!
If you smash this bag to pieces,
then I'll be your exclusive coach, pal.
Gladly.
Please, do not forget your words.
I'm pretty confident I can gain approval to join without destroying this,
but I'll still…
give them a show!
What?
Coach, sign me up.
He's awesome…