--Awesome! --That was sweet!
--What the heck?! --Whoa...!
What's with that tattoo...?!
"A Clash of Fists!"
What in the world is that tattoo?!
It's all deformed, like a Picasso painting!
--So the rumors were true... --Yes.
The old tattoo passed down from one Hanayama to the next -
the 'Fearless Man' tattoo!
An excellent 'Fearless Man'.
Good work, Tattooist.
It's an amazing work of art.
Your boss endured it well!
--His ancestors must be proud- --Hey, stop blubberin'.
It's wrong.
--This is no 'Fearless Man'. --What are you saying, Boss?
It looks fine to me...
Are you saying you're unhappy with my work?!
Tattooist...
I've been in this business for 40 years! Your response is intolerable!
Answer me already!
It's not complete yet.
Are you saying I do shoddy work?!
Then tell me! What would make it complete?!
Tattooist, please don't take it so hard...
You stay out of this!
Where are you going?!
--Boss...! --Please wait!
You, boy.
Even you know I drew that on the previous two generations!
Until he apologizes, I refuse to help any more! Never again!
Tattooist...
Off with you! Get going, you vagabonds!
Sir!
--Why are you so pale?! --The boss... he's gone!
What?!
Boss! Boss!
Alright. He's not back at the office.
Where could he have gone, looking like that?
Boss...
Showing off your fancy picture doesn't hurt me one bit!
Wow! The kid's having at it!
The giant can't fight back! He's basically a sandbag!
Was the tattoo just an empty threat?!
Why isn't he fighting back?
Kuriyagawa-san.
Do you know the origin of the Hanayama family tattoo?
Its origin?
--You think you're so great! --Why won't you die?!
That's enough. He's dead.
In the spring of 1616, a wandering gambler was cut down
by a group of bandits, while carrying a temple bell on his back.
He fared well.
Let's go!
The child inside that small bell was none other than
Yakichi, the last child of the Hanayama clan.
Mister! Mister!
Because of this man who just happened to stay for the night,
the clan escaped annihilation on that day.
And so the image of this nameless gambler was drawn on the back
of the head of each generation.
As the model of a true man...
What's wrong?! Fight back!
What? You found the boss?!
Where?
What? Kobe?!
What's he thinking? His father's killers own that territory!
Don't tell me he's thinking of--
Get everyone moving! We're heading to Kobe!
We're taking the Tomizawa Group down!
Boss...!
Looks better, don't you think?
Boss! What did you--
An uncut 'Fearless Man' is no 'Fearless Man'.
What?!
--He's serious! --No way! Is that-
So that's how he ruined Yuri-san's arm...!
All ignorant gangs unanimously fear it...!
Watch closely. This is Kaoru Hanayama, the brawler.
This has turned into one nasty fight!
The tattooed giant has an unbelievably powerful grip!
Does the young warrior have any hope of winning?!
Pinky works... Thumb works...
Good! The nerves are still connected!
--Whoa! --Insane!
He caught him!
He threw him!
The runt threw the giant with one arm!
He threw the boss...?!
What did I just do?!
His body is choosing the most effective movements all by itself.
He just may beat Hanayama!
--He's smiling? --Boss...!
Ow...!
The giant's taking a stance for the first time!
But he's left his sides wide open! Is this a bluff?!
No, it's no bluff.
You're right. Only the boss is capable of this ultimate stance,
in which his entire weight is placed on incoming fists!
--He's been cornered! --It's all over for your boy now!
He did well to come this far, but he never had a chance.
I saw him selected as the Chosen One with my own two eyes.
It happened when I took him to a restaurant when he was 10...
At first, I figured it was just defective merchandise,
but I eventually realized that wasn't the case.
His was an inexplicable room.
Empty juice cans, crushed vertically.
Casually-ripped magazines all over the place.
An incredibly deformed doorknob...
--What the...? --Hey, Kizaki.
Cool, huh?
Only someone chosen by the gods could have such a grip!
The destructive power it has when he puts his entire weight
and speed into it...!
The match is over.
I would hardly have called that a match.
Hanayama was bigger and five times stronger! Maybe even more!
A fight is just an exchange of damage.
Sheer strength decides it in the end!
That was an excellent fight, Boss!
Hanayama!
We're not done yet! Get back here!
Please stop!
Even if your fists are made of steel,
I can still smash individual fingers with my fist!
--He aimed for just his pinky...?! --What impressive kinetic vision!
Now Hanayama can't make a fist!
Boss!
What? With that fist of his?!
Boss!
It'll be the same every time!
Boss! Stop!
A feint?!
--His broken left elbow...! --Boss!
I win!
Just made it.
The last bullet in the weapons depot decided it.
But to think a mere 13-year-old could drive the boss this far...
There's no doubt he has no ammo left...
This is Ikebukuro, Captain Strydom.
--Get us above the Fukuroh Building. --But we can't land here...
I don't care. Just go.
Master Baki!
--Glass? --In his mouth...?
I put a piece in my cheek when I went through the window.
Thought it might keep me conscious
if you gave me a good one to the face.
He planned that far in advance? Incredible...
You... win...
Had this been a match, you would've won.
Winning a match means nothing to a brawler.
That was a great fight!
Madam?
He's coming...!
We're here, Yujiro.
"Next Episode"
The man took that one step as if going down his own stairs.
A demon from the realm of gods - the strongest being in the world.
The woman encounters him in a perilous meeting.
The wheels of fate begin to turn.
"Next Episode: Demon"