02x21 - Father & Son Dining

[bunniefuu]

Seriously?

Your battle with Baki is happening soon?

It's not a battle. It's

a father-son fight.

Listen, Ogre.

Don't you understand what's going on?

I sure do.

Baki's obviously trying
to get you to cook for him.

I lived on the b*ttlefield a long time.
Cooking isn't a problem.

Your stuff's edible?!

Father or son,
it doesn't matter who cooks.

There aren't any rules.

A father and son's relationship
should be congenial.

Most people strive to achieve that.

But truth be told,

hearing that kind of sentiment
from you is unusual.

I have to ask, Yujiro.

Could it be you've...

Just a minute.

Tell me you weren't about to say,
"You've really gotten soft," were you?

No way!

In fact, I was going to say,
"You've really gotten sharper."

Ya know what?

I got a feeling
there's some big problems coming my way.

It's just a father-son fight,
but it will cause a lot of trouble.

No way to avoid that.

What a bold thing to say.

What do you mean?

Compared to your father.
Yujiro's a different kind of personality.

Are you serious? Dad's not bold?

Hmm. Depends.

Would you call an earthquake,
thunder, or a typhoon "bold"?

That's interesting,
comparing him to a force of nature.

I'm sure he'd love that.

I would expect you to challenge him soon,
maybe by tomorrow.

No, no, no, no, no.
You're wrong. I'm not gonna challenge him.

I mean, that's nuts.

RESILIENCE

There's no telling what my dad might do.

We both have things
we just won't comprise on.

A father and son don't always
see eye-to-eye on everything.

Truthfully, a fight between you
and your father would be earth-shaking.

It would be the most important event
to have happened in this world in years.

I wouldn't let this fight be stopped,

even if the police, the army,

the riot squad, and the Self-Defense Force
were all mobilized.

- It would be pointless anyway.
- Huh?

Do you really think

there's a single army in this world
that could stop Yujiro Hanma?

Maybe not.

But I sure as hell will.

Huh?!

You expect to do that,
with your own hands?!

Uh-huh.

I am his son, after all.
Don't forget that.

Tokugawa,

I'd like your help when it happens.

Please protect the civilians out there.

See that no one gets injured.

Hmm.

I swear I will.

I won't allow this fight to be stopped,
no matter what!

N... No, that's not what I said!

You're in love, Yujiro?

Wait a minute. With who?

My son, if you can imagine.

Wait. Are you serious?

I've waited for this.

The seed that I painstakingly nurtured
has finally grown,

and at long last
is baring its fangs at me.

Oh, right, I get it. That's what you mean.

And lately...

...all I think about is my son.

No matter what I do,

he's always occupying a part of my heart.

No question about it.

What you're feeling sounds like love.

I've been having this dream lately...

Oh, really?

A bad one.

A dream where he always defeats me.

Do you think it'll come true?

Ahh!

There's no way that'll ever happen.

That's why it's called a "dream."

You sure do look happy, Ogre.

I gotta say, I'm a little jealous.

SHIBUKAWA-STYLE AIKI-JU-JITSU

I can tell you I sure wouldn't.

Hmm.

That's what I thought.

If I were given an invitation
to fight Yujiro Hanma, I'd say no.

Your saying you wouldn't
even bother to show up? Wow.

Guilty as charged.

When it comes to self-defense,
I'm the ultimate embodiment.

That's for sure.

But for now...

Very good, Baki. Excellent response.

I'm impressed.

Really. You've mastered
some very stunning skill sets.

Even so, you should give up
on this father-son fight.

At one point,
Yujiro Hanma was the main target

of everyone
with any skill in martial arts.

But after some time had passed,

nobody was willing
to challenge him anymore.

He had grown far too strong.

He eased to be an achievable goal.

You need to understand something.

There's no shame running from Yujiro.

You should actively
stay away from the man.

Believe me,
there's not a soul who would judge you.

They'd sympathize.

I'm sorry, but it seems
you've got the wrong idea.

Hm?

Your strategic mind says
to avoid a fight I can't win.

But this isn't a duel.

It's not a face-off.

It's not even a match
or some test of strength.

This is father and son, pure and simple.

You don't do it
'cause you have a chance to win.

And you don't avoid it
because you could lose.

It might never happen.

Or it might suddenly happen tomorrow.

Because this isn't
something you can arrange.

Sorry.

Listen to me.

Trust what I'm saying.

It may sound strange to you,

but I understand quite well
what you think I don't.

Mr. Shibukawa,

this is an inevitability.

Every son in the world
has the right to oppose their father.

And it is the duty of their father
to accept their opposition.

It's the way fathers
and sons have always been.

It's how it should be.

It's not so much
a premonition I'm feeling,

more like a certainty.

Damn. That's good.

Alright let's see.

Grated daikon radish with the fish.

Pickled cucumbers,
seaweed roots, rice, miso soup.

And to top it off, a steak.

He came! I knew he would!

I don't really care
what his motivation is.

Just the fact he was willing to show up,

that's good enough for me.

What's happening here?

My apologies, sir.

I've been told
not to give out any information.

Oh. All right, then.

Thank you for coming, Dad.

Did... did he just bow?!

I mean, he must be saying
‘ "Thank you for the food!"

I guess I didn't know
he could be this proper.

Hold on.

Do I even know this guy
who's sitting across from me?

And now he's saying, "Thank you
for this food," by bowing.

Who is he bowing to, anyway?

To his parents?
To the living things that became his food?

To all the people involved
in the process of putting it on the table?

To all those things? To none of those?

Holy sh*t! To me?

Don't tell me he bowed to me!

Stop doing that.

Uh...

Don't thoughtlessly
stick food in your mouth.

Show respect.

Be aware of what's in front of you,
of what you're eating.

It's your duty.

A responsibility imposed
on those who consume living things.

Okay.

Well, I certainly didn't expect him
to say that.

He does kind of have a point.

I've spent a lot of time
thinking about this guy lately.

I hate so many things about him.

And I've became stronger
just so I could defeat him.

I've really tried to know him better.

Here we are now,
across the table from each other,

and I'm shocked
at how little I understand.

After all these years,

what do I really know about him?

Um, that seaweed,

I've been eating a lot of it.

It tastes okay.

It comes pre-packaged,
so there's a bunch of other stuff in it,

but it's good for you.

Hmm.

Food coloring, additives, preservatives,
and all kinds of different chemicals.

There's no way those are good for you.

But just eating healthy foods,

the kind you're told
are always good for you,

that's not a very smart idea either.

I say eat both poisonous
and nutritious food.

Enjoy both tastes,
and have the openness of mind

that transforms them
into your flesh and blood.

That's the importance of food.

Holy crap.

My dad's taking the time
to educate me about nutrition?

Maybe I've been wrong
about him all these years.

And I never knew
he held his chopsticks so perfectly.

With those big hands,
who knew he had the dexterity?

All the manners I never learned,

he has completely mastered them,
they're just second-nature.

These meals over the years

I never knew
that's how fish should be eaten.

It's incredible.

This is the first time
I've been proud of my dad.

And that's why it's so important
I say this to him!

I'll say, "Dad, can you do the dishes?"

Uh! He's bowing again!
There's no doubt about it.

He is thanking me for the food
and thanking me for the hospitality.

He's got
way better manners than I do.

I gotta speak up.

Not to the strongest being
on Earth, Yujiro Hanma,

but to my father, Yujiro Hanma.

No.

To my dad. Yeah.

I'm gonna just casually ask my dad.

So, Dad...

Oh boy, I'm doing it!

Sorry to ask, but...

Sorry? There's no reason to be sorry!

...just for today...

What do you mean by today,
you idiot? Why not every day?

...can you do the dishes?

I said it!

I know you're usually pretty busy,
but, um...

He's not answering. What does that mean?!

Did you hear me?

Is that his answer?

He's just gonna punch me in the face?

We'll ro-sham-bo for it.

Wha... what?

If you beat me at ro-sham-bo,

I'll step up to the sink
and do the dishes.

Uh... That seems fair.

What the hell
are you being so polite for?!

So, one, two, three.

Go!

I won!

My dad has to do the dishes! Ha-ha!

Uh, Dad.

What are you doing?

Ow!

See?

What was that all about?

Just a reminder.

There are scissors in this world
that are capable of cutting through rock.

Scissors that cut rock.
That's some bullshit.

Everything's normal.

Yeah, I guess so, if you call that normal.

Hm?! No way!

You b*stards!

What are you doin'
loitering around my kid's house?

What? You think you're gonna stop me?

Unbelievable.

I feel bad
that you're the one always inviting me.

Instead, I'd like
to invite you out tomorrow.

Clear your schedule.

Well, what am I gonna wear?

Oh boy...

Yup. Picked the... wrong outfit.

This is ridiculous.

What a bad idea.

What am I even doing here?

Mr. Hanma. Hello.
We've been expecting you.

We have a private room
with your name on it.

This way.

Hm?

Are these seriously the prices?

Wow! The whole wall is a window.

The view is quite impressive from up here.

Yeah. So, my dad visits a lot?

He does come here quite a bit.

I see, and what kind of food does he eat?

He eats a large amount of everything.

But instead of domestic animals,
such as beef and chicken,

he prefers game meat,
like venison, wild duck, boar, and...

Mr. Hanma!

I didn't see you come in.

Hello, father.

Mr. Nonaka,
you're giving out personal information.

I do beg your pardon, sir.

Wow. He's wearing a suit jacket!

I heard that he is your beloved son,
and so I figured...

I mean, since you're both related and all...

Just look at my son's shameful appearance.

Here we go! I knew it.

Sorry about that.

If you're going to a posh hotel to dine,

no matter what kind of food
you order there,

you're expected to wear a suit jacket.

How can an 18-year-old
Japanese man not know that?

Sorry, Dad.

I guess no one ever taught me that.

Is that a snide remark?!

Yeah, that's exactly what it is.

There's a whole bunch of things.

Proper greetings. Proper manners.
Proper speaking and dress.

Proper communication.

The truth is,

nobody ever taught me
how to be a civilized man.

Hmm.

Instead of those things,

I was always taught
I had to get strong and stay strong.

That's the only message my dad
repeated to me, over and over.

And, of course, I obeyed him.

Now I am strong.

I did exactly as you taught me, Dad.

Go ahead and test me.
Right here right now.

Please! Remember where you are!

Sit down.

Now, then.

Would you like a light beverage
before ordering dinner?

- Hmph.
- I'll just have a glass of orange juice.

A dry sherry for me.
Served in a large glass.

This is a typical pre-dinner drink.

Here, try some.

Huh.

Yeah, that is real tasty.

Yeah.

And that's how
we got the ball rolling

on our little father son get-together.

Pretty unreal, dining out with my dad

There was so much that was a first for me.

First, allow me to tell you
about the appetizer.

What you see before you are
black truffles seasoned with rock salt

then marinated in a special paste.

The paste is proprietary.

It's made from whole olives

combined with filtered tofu
and fresh cream

in a recipe designed
to suit the Japanese palate.

Enjoy, gentlemen.

Use the utensils from the outside.
For this dish, a spoon is best.

Um... okay.

Unbelievable!

This is so delicious. It amazing.

So that's how you place the spoon. Huh.

I've heard of meat soup,
vegetable soup, seafood soup,

but sea turtle soup?

Oh, that's so good.

Time passed quietly
during our little father and son dinner.

No surprise there.

But it still felt like
a regular evening out.

Perfectly natural.

And to cleanse the palate,
might I suggest something sweet?

I think I'll skip that.

I will take an espresso in a large mug.

I'll have the same.

Certainly. Coming right up.

I'd never seen
this side of my father before.

I was stunned.

And to be honest, it made me proud,
knowing how comfortable he was

in a place like this.

Wow.

Espresso takes the concept of bitter
to an entirely new bitter place.

But what followed was a conversation
that turned out to be even more bitter.

Why are you asking about that now?

Why do you think?

Because I want to know the truth.

Is that so strange?

For a son to want to know
why his father k*lled his mother?

I've never been given an explanation.

So tell me.
Tell me why you had to k*ll her.

There are certain lines
that a bratty child wouldn't understand,

and should never be crossed!

So know your place and stop asking!

I'm her son.
I have a right to know.

Wow, look at you!

You sure are getting yourself
all worked up over this.

Come on, tell me...

Anyone need a refill?

We can do this the easy way.

How dare you lay hands on me?!

Or we can do this

the hard way?