02x17 - Legendary Promoter

[bunniefuu]

[theme music playing]

[man singing rock song in Japanese]

[music ends]

Sorry. Ordinarily,
I would've met you at Haneda Airport...

[Ozma] Don't worry. No problem.

This is my country's military base.

This is sooner
than we expected to meet, isn't it?

[tense music playing]

Here's the bottom line.

Yujiro Hanma is a brute strength pro
who has military might.

More than a lot of countries.

As I understand it, in the near future,
he's going to be involved in an incident.

Here's my proposal.

I would like us
to assist in this incident.

As everyone here would expect,

the Metropolitan Police are aware
of Yujiro Hanma.

But the Ogre possesses
the power of whole nations.

So, who would attack him?

His son, I'm afraid.

[shocked gasping]

I understand.

He's that super-boy
who kidnapped President Bosch,

isn't that right?

[Police Commissioner] I beg your pardon?!

Hold on. You're telling me
that's the boy we're talking about?

The one who snatched the president
while he was under level five protection?

I'm afraid so.

From what we can tell, that boy's strength

is almost on a par
with that of an entire nation.

I hear you.

But there's still something
I cannot comprehend.

I realize they are both
as powerful as individual countries,

but this is still just a fight
between a father and a son, isn't it?

Couldn't we just leave them be?

I mean, step back
and let them do as they please?

Right?

[Ozma] Uh, stop, stop!

Uh, before you say another word,

I want you to see something.

This is my guardian angel.

What is that?

It's tar.

[Prime Minister] Wait.
You mean coal, right?

[Ozma] Well, to be more precise,
what you're looking at is coal dust.

I asked Ogre to create it for me,
and he was more than happy to oblige.

[shocked gasping]

Come on, gentlemen.
Don't act so surprised.

After all, I am President of the US...

[dramatic music sting]

You have any other requests,
Mr. President?

DEMOCRATIC PEOPLE'S PARTY

[narrator] Here, we have three brawny men
who are on their knees.

To be more precise, the three of them,

man one, man two,

and man three,

are actually unconscious.

They have no expressions
on their faces at all.

And if you look closely enough,

you realize they aren't even aware
that they're unconscious.

The men who had been meeting there,

suddenly realized
that Yujiro Hanma was in the room.

[nervous gasping]

[narrator] He didn't sneak in.
He just suddenly appeared.

The men gathered there
were stunned into silence.

In the end,
they could only accept his presence.

The security surrounding them
had been completely neutralized,

in the blink of an eye.

"I asked Ogre to make this for me,
and he was more than happy to oblige"?

Uh... I didn't...

Ozma...

You misunderstand.

I was just trying to...

[Prime Minister]
What a remarkable presence.

[Secretary General] I can't believe
the real Ogre's standing in front of me.

[Ozma grunts nervously]

Put out your hand.

Wh... Why?

[groans nervously]

[shattering booms]

[Ozma gasps]

That oath you made before,
when you put your hand on the Bible...

repeat it now before God
and these witnesses.

[dramatic music sting]

[gasps]

[shocked gasping]

[voice shaking] I... I swear

that the United States of America
will maintain

an ongoing harmonious relationship
with Master Yujiro Hanma.

That we will respect you,

and under no circumstances
will we ever interfere with your life...

Stop right there!

[gasps nervously]

Having made that vow,
what do you people think you're doing

sticking your noses in the middle
of a dispute between me and my son?

You're supposed to be
concerning yourselves

with the problems of government.

How dare you meddle

in the domestic affairs
of an ordinary citizen?!

It makes me think

you're trying to pick a fight
with my family!

No!

But, Ogre,
I do have to tell you something.

"Ordinary citizens," "domestic affairs,"
"a dispute between father and son,"

those phrases are too modest.

They don't reflect reality.

The fight between you and your son
is like a conflict between nations,

equivalent to w*r!

We must protect our people!

They could easily be
innocent victims of your battles!

They could end up
all being collateral damage!

[Yujiro chuckles scornfully]

[nervous gasping]

You finally dropped your phony "devotion,"

and started telling the truth
behind your "treaty of friendship."

Do yourself a favor
and stay out of my sight.

Kaiser, why have you come to Japan?

There's no upcoming title match,

so what's a big promoter
like you doing here?

[Kaiser] Heh.

I've come to take up a fight.

What do you mean?
You're a promoter. You're not a fighter.

[journalist 1] With whom?

Who in the world
would pick a fight with you, Kaiser?

CENTER BOXING GYM

[rhythmic thuds in distance]

How long's he been posing like that?

It's been more than two hours.
He hasn't moved.

He's barely blinked
from the moment he started.

No jumping rope, no shadowboxing, nothing.

Is he okay?

How am I supposed to know that?

I was trying to get him involved
in some sparring matches,

but nobody can beat him.

[sighs wearily]

Mani got knocked out with one punch.

Next was our heavyweight, Gary,
and he got busted up.

I'm telling you,
nobody wants to fight him anymore.

Well, at least nobody in this gym.

We've got a hell
of a problem on our hands.

[gasping]

[dramatic music sting]

[Fukamachi gasps]

Come on, you gotta be kidding?

This is just a neighborhood gym.

What's Kaiser doing here?

[shocked gasping]

I'm honored, Mr. Kaiser...

- Shut your mouth!
- [gasps]

[Kaiser] Beautiful...

When that knucklehead, Gary,
told me about this, I didn't believe him.

But now I can see for myself.

I've been in this business for 40 years,

and, trust me, never once in that time,

have I seen lats like these.

Your name's Sea King, right?

Do you have a second, so we can speak?

Just keep quiet!

Get out!
You're interfering with my training!

[shocked gasping]

Beautiful...

I'm sorry.

[gasping]

[Kaiser] Would it be possible
to ask you for a single favor?

Nothing more than that.

Do you mind showing me your strength?

What do ya think?

One demonstration. Humor me?

[dramatic music playing]

[Kaiser] Just a single hand?

Will he destroy a sandbag
using the largest glove they've got?

Hmm.

His style is pretty ordinary.

[gasps]

Shadowboxing?

A practice punch?

A show of form?

[whooshing]

[Kaiser] Huh?

[fabric tearing]

[Kaiser] B... beautiful!

[Retsu] Was this
the only thing I could do?

So unimaginative.

I mean, come on.

Why did I choose this particular glove?

It was the biggest, the oldest,
the most damaged one on the shelf.

Why didn't I choose a newer glove?

Because this one was easy to destroy.

Because it had been damaged
by sweat and Punches over many years.

It was a cowardly decision.

[narrator] Despite
second-guessing himself,

no matter how much
Retsu criticized his own decision,

the boxers understood.

[gasping]

[narrator] They understood
right down to their cores.

Gloves just don't tear.

Even when used until they're worn out,

gloves made from genuine leather
never fall apart.

Wow!

So beautiful!

[Retsu] Shameful.

Honor requires that I quit boxing. Today.

My apologies.

That was no more than a trick.

It has nothing at all to do with strength.

[Kaiser] No!

Let me ask the others.

Can any of you do what this man just did?

[boxers hesitate]

To pierce a glove with a single punch,

that action is incredibly difficult,

and every boxer here is aware of it.

That glove is a symbol
of the sport you all love.

And he's just destroyed it.

w*r!

That's right. This means w*r!

Two men put on gloves and face each other.

Using their fists,
they have a contest of strength.

These simple rules of battle,
the Queensbury rules,

were established for this sport,
150 years ago.

Those 150-year-old rules
have been trampled on.

All because of ancient Chinese techniques.

Hm? What?

- That's just absurd...
- [Kaiser] Shut up! Sea King Retsu.

I'm talking about several million dollars.

The money doesn't interest you?

- That's ridiculous! Don't insult...
- [Kaiser] You'll also face monsters.

Terrible creatures
who will make you want to run away.

[gasps]

The look on your face has changed.

I knew you were a warrior.

Leave all the details to me.

The new martial arts versus the old.

The world will flock to such a match.

And the money will roll in!

You'll be fighting just as you are,
not the boxer Sea King Retsu.

I see the whole thing
very clearly in my mind.

You'll be the intruder
representing Chinese kung fu.

The customers will eat this sh*t up!

Naturally, this won't be
an official match.

It'll be an exhibition!

I picture it all now!

Fighters who've been victorious
in the past, bowing down before you.

What a sight!

Even though
you've got no belt around your waist,

the world knows a champion
when it sees one.

Even if your belt can't be seen
with the naked eye, it's still there.

- [gasps]
- [Kaiser] And how do we know that?

Because it's so damn luminous!

[narrator] The cogwheels of fate
that had almost ground to a halt

were rescued
by the exceptional force of Kaiser...

[Retsu gasps]

...and began to spin again.

Mr. Retsu I want you to come with me

to the United States!

[rock music playing]

[Fukamachi] I don't get it.

Why am I going on this trip?

[breathing heavily]

This is quite a spread, Dad.
I'm impressed.

Bacon and eggs.

Miso soup with seaweed.

Grilled salted Pacific saury.

And a pile of shredded cabbage.

Great breakfast to start the day.

[slurps]

[satisfied sigh]

There is one thing though.

The miso soup, kinda salty.

What's that?

Really? Hey...

I'm just trying to be honest
with you here.

After all,

you're the one who cooked everything.

[snarling]

Hmm.

I appreciate that you made it,
but you asked.

You wouldn't want me to lie.

[snarling]

What do you mean,
"I have no sense of taste"?

This is home cooking.

The family decides
whether it's good or not.

[roaring angrily]

[dramatic music sting]

And there you go.

That's how it starts.

An ordinary fight between father and son.

Huh?

What is it?

Tell me, who's staying here?

Uh...

[chuckles] Oh, I get it.

You're more than welcome
to take a look around.

Never mind.

[footsteps]

[Kozue sighs]

Look, if you're. that worried about me,

you could stay over more.

[Kozue] I will.

[tense music playing]

[Baki] This is no good.

I'm still solid.

Totally solid.

I can feel there's muscle left.

I hoped they'd all be melted by now.

Come on...

dissolve.

Liquefy these muscles.

[gasps]

Well, well, well. Long time, no see.

Teacher.

I'm very sorry to tell you this,

but my strength still hasn't gotten
anywhere close to yours.

Remind me.

When was it
that I started to learn from you?

Your physical ability
is a complete mystery,

and your dynamics are
a bewitching treasure chest.

You've always been
an object of hatred and rejection.

However...

of all the creatures on earth
that are known for speed,

you are unique.

You're the only one
hat can go from zero to full velocity

in the blink of an eye.

You can go 50 body lengths per second.

Here's something else to consider.

If you were the size of a human
and were to achieve your top speed,

you'd be traveling at 168 miles per hour.

Do you have any idea
how mind-boggling that is?

If a human was determined
to run at 168 miles per hour,

he'd be pushing his body
to the limits of physical endurance.

[chuckles]

And he'd likely die in the attempt.

It's not something that can be achieved
with human muscle fiber.

It's out of reach.

But you don't use muscle fiber!

I realized that when I saw
your corpse spread out on the floor.

That's when the light bulb went off.

There was no muscle, no fiber.

Your insides were composed
of a milky white liquid.

That jump start at 168 miles an hour
wasn't supported by sturdy muscles.

It was liquid.

[suspenseful music playing]

[water splashing]

Now I'm starting to get the hang of this.

[Kaiser] You haven't said a word
since we arrived here in Vegas.

Hey, what's on your mind?

Don't tell me
you're dissatisfied with this room.

It's the Special Suite, baby,
one of the best in the hotel.

[Retsu] I've been trying
to figure it out since we arrived.

This city is devoted to extravagance.

What exactly do I dislike about it?

[Kaiser] So it's true, you don't like it.

[Retsu] I've come to a conclusion.

[Kaiser] I'm pretty sure
I can guess what it is.

There is nothing real in this city.

Not a single thing
that you could describe as authentic.

Just look at the artifice
they have erected in this barren desert,

where not a single plant grows.

As regards the effort to build this place,

I cannot help but admire it.

But in spite of that,

everything they have created
is based on a lie.

There are foliage plants
that couldn't possibly grow here.

There are monuments that have been copied
from structures in great cities.

A fake Statue of Liberty.

A fake Eiffel Tower.

A fake Arc de Triomphe.

A fake Sphinx.

A fake Pyramid.

[Kaiser] Sure.

But these fakes are top quality fakes!

Let me ask this, Sea King Retsu.

If all these artifacts were genuine,
would that satisfy you?

Uh-huh.

Let me assure you, in this world,

there are a number of third-rate things
that try to claim they're the real deal.

In fact,

it's not just products,
but people who make these claims.

Inferior people,

who have gone on
to become legends over time.

You can't say you've never seen 'em.

[Fukamachi gasps]

I'm sure that's true.

Now that you bring it up,
I can see you're probably right, Kaiser.

In kung fu, I've witnessed
an enormous amount of imitators.

There are second-rate fighting styles,
only in use 'cause they were handed down.

A city built on fakes!

Welcome, my friends,

to Las Vegas.

Hold on a minute! You're in training.

If I drink this glass,
I might not be at my best.

You can demonstrate
your drunken kung fu style.

- [bell dings]
- [cheering]

[cheering, laughter]

- [bell dings three times]
- [delighted cheering]

[man] Knock-out, baby!

Come on!

What a punch!

Since he's a former champion,
of course I know a lot about him.

But seeing him in person,

he's a way bigger deal
than I ever visualized.

What are his specs?

The guy is 7 feet 8 inches tall.

He weighs around 330.

[Fukamachi] Huh?

[dramatic music playing]

What's that guy doing?

Huh?

[microphone feedback]

May I have your attention, everybody!

It's been 150 years

since the Queensbury Rules
were established.

And now, modern boxing faces
the greatest challenge to those rules

in its history.

Its most powerful foe has arrived!

- Yeah!
- So fun!

In 4,000 years of kung fu,

a contender finally claims
to be the Dragon!

Introducing Sea King Retsu!

[surprised gasping]

[shocked gasping]

[theme music playing]

[music ends]