Super Fighting Tokyo.

"—Because it wasn't a normal father-son argument."

Shechuan took a sip of hot tea and suddenly sighed.

“In the past, martial artists, and all those who were confident in their skills, regarded Yujiro Hanma as their ‘target’.”

"Later, I don't know from which day on, no one challenged him anymore."

"What do you think is the reason?"

"..."

Shibukawa answered his own question, "Because he became too strong."

"Faced with such an opponent, it's impossible to even consider him as a target."

“It’s no shameful thing to run away from Yujiro.”

"It's just like dodging weapons, tanks, or armed helicopters; there's nothing shameful about it."

"I also hoped that that brat Baki Hanma could escape from his father openly and honestly."

"Because even if he escapes, no one will laugh at him."

"But after talking to him, I realized I had misunderstood."

Shibukawa looked at the four people around him and said, "Because there is no chance of winning, we run away—this is a thought from the perspective of martial arts."

"But Baki is not going to fight his father to the death, not even a duel, let alone a contest or a competition."

"All he wanted to do was have a 'father-son argument'."

"It's not because there's a chance of winning that we do it, nor is it because there's a possibility of losing that we give up..."

"It might haunt me for a lifetime, or it might explode tomorrow."

"According to Baki, it wasn't something that was planned in the first place; it was just something that happened between a father and son in their daily lives."

At this point, Shibukawa squinted and smiled, "Perhaps, it's the 'everyday life' that will erupt tomorrow~!"

Upon hearing this, the four people around him crossed their arms and muttered, "Tomorrow..."

……

……

The next day, early in the morning.

While it was still dark, a man arrived at the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall and began punching and kicking in the courtyard, while also doing some push-ups and squats.

—Baki Hanma.

This strongest boy on earth wanted to have an ordinary day, so he came to visit his friend's house.

So ordinary that she might have a big argument with her dad at any time over something.

Perhaps today.

Perhaps, in the next minute, the next second, the next time we meet...

The boy knew about his family's "special" situation, and even felt nervous about it, but he still tried his best to force himself to believe it—

Is this what daily life is like?

This level of father-son daily life is just right, isn't it?

……

……

Meanwhile, Shiramu Cheng and Wu Fengshui in the room: "...?"

The two were still half asleep when they were woken up by the sounds of training. They had just gotten out of bed and were looking dazed.

What's that noise outside?

Chapter 582: Blade Ya’s Daily Life

There was no morning run or marathon in today's workout program, so Shiraki Cheng slept in.

But even if you can sleep a little longer, it's just a difference between getting up in the early morning or the late at night.

This is Shiraki Cheng's daily life.

He mumbled a few words in bed, then got up before Wu Fengshui, and then got dressed, washed up, cooked, and ate...

After all that's done, you can begin your training, work, leisure, or visit friends for the day...

For "human beings," this is also a daily occurrence.

"..."

Meanwhile, inside the Fighting Spirit Martial Arts Hall.

Baki Hanma was doing a one-arm handstand and warming up with one-arm push-ups, beads of sweat forming on his forehead and dripping onto the sand.

The boy was quite aware of this, after all, he knew very well that this was Baki Hanma's daily life.

Because it's part of daily life, that's why we need to exercise, sweat, feel pain, and experience enjoyment...

And precisely because it's everyday life, therefore—

Baki Hanma will have a "dad" and may even have a big fight with his dad.

But then again...

"..."

Baki braced himself with one hand, lightly flipped and leaped into the air, spinning 180 degrees on the spot, and landed steadily on his toes, shaking off the sweat.

Meanwhile, Shiramu Cheng, who had finished breakfast, also opened his door at the same time.

Whoosh!

Shiraki and Hanma blinked at each other, the same question arising in their minds—

Does "everyday life" truly exist for Yujiro Hanma, the strongest creature on Earth?

……

……

The morning sun was shining brightly.

Bai Mucheng took off his shirt, stepped onto the grass, and walked barefoot into the yard, letting the sunlight shine on his skin.

Baki was wearing a patterned T-shirt and had his jacket hung on the iron railing next to him.

Good morning, Brother Bai Mu.

Baki scratched his head a little embarrassedly, "Did I disturb you?"

Bai Mucheng, of course, would not refuse. He put his hands on his hips and laughed, "This is a fighting center. You can come anytime and do whatever you want."

"So, what do you want to do here?"

"..."

Baki looked up at the sky, thought about it seriously for a moment, and said, "There's nothing particularly special about it..."

The boy suddenly grinned and said, "Maybe it's because you couldn't find the missing Pike, so you wanted to come here to play with Brother Baimu?"

Upon hearing this, Shiramu Cheng pouted, "Eh~~~? I'm going to be sad."

"Hahahaha!"

Baki laughed a few times and waved his hand to explain, "Recently I have visited many people, such as Mr. Guji and Master Shibukawa."

"It feels like..."

At this point, Baki paused, then finally made up his mind, "Just like when I was 13 years old, before I challenged Yujiro Hanma... exactly the same."

"But what I'm going to do this time is different from what I did when I was 13."

"..."

……

Since Baki was willing to speak, Shiraki listened silently.

But neither of them were used to being idle, so Bai Mucheng brought over two heavy sandbags, and the two of them casually punched and kicked them to warm up.

Bang! Smack! Smack!

The sandbags thudded repeatedly as they were struck.

Shiraki could sense it from Baki's punches and kicks.

Even the strongest boy on Earth gets a little nervous when facing his "daily life" with his father.

"..."

Boom!

With another punch thrown, Baki gently steadied the swaying sandbag.

“Just yesterday evening, Yujiro came to my house—no, that’s not right…”

The boy felt this was inappropriate, so he changed his mind.

"It should be said that the father, who was always away from home, suddenly came home for dinner."

"Perhaps it's because we're on the same wavelength? I went to buy the groceries in advance."

"Grilled fish, grated radish, pickled cucumber, shiitake mushrooms, white rice, miso soup... and a huge plate of grilled beef steak..."

"After I finished making dinner, Yujiro came."

Baki recalls how he felt at that time.

"The reason doesn't matter. For me, all I need to know is that Dad is here."

"And I saw it then... how should I put it?"