Blazing Fists (BLUE FIGHT 蒼き若者たちのブレイキングダウン)

Akai.

You know, being sent to juvenile hall isn't punishment.

Here, you wake up early each morning and lead a normal life.

Use this to reassess your future and rehabilitate yourself.

View your sentence as an opportunity.

I figured I'd keep quiet, get discharged as soon as possible,

and once out, say goodbye to being a delinquent.

Or so I thought.

Then I met him.

New here?

The crisp uniform is a giveaway.

Why're you in juvie?

Robbery, assault, disorderly conduct?

Attempted murder, perhaps?

All of the above.

Nice meeting you.

Yeah, sure. You too.

I'm Ryoma Akai.

Ikuto Yagura. Call me Ikuto.

I see. Well, call me Ryoma.

Ryoma.

What're you in for?

Me?

I... I'd rather not say.

Really...

That makes me curious.

Tell me later.

In time.

Old man...

Did you just call me old man?

I guess I did.

I ain't no fucking old man.

I'm 18 and a senior at Suzuran High School, Takashi Makise!

Seriously? A year older than me?

Ain't no one here called me old man

and lived to tell about it!

Yagura!

At it again?

Seems so.

So, another week in solitary?

You just tore your uniform up in the last fight.

It'll come out in the wash.

That's not the point, troublemaker!

Ryoma.

Be seeing you.

Sure.

Move it!

This is how I met Ikuto.

I learned later that he's a tough guy feared by all

in juvie hall.

Had I known, I wouldn't have talked to him.

But maybe that's how people meet.

Gather around!

As you know, there's a lecture today.

- Yes, sir! - Yes, sir!

Giving it will be the fighter Mikuru Asakura.

Who's that?

You don't know? He's famous on the Internet.

Okay.

Don't you know Breaking Down?

No, I've been stuck in here for a year.

Oh, right.

Hearing his story changed everything for me and Ikuto

from that point onward.

Hello. I'm Mikuru Asakura.

This is sudden, but I want to ask if you find being here a bore.

Well?

Raise your hand if you never want to end up here again.

As I thought.

Who among you has a dream? Please raise your hand.

Here.

Explain.

I want to play pro basketball.

A basketball player? Sweet.

Here.

Proceed.

After I leave, I want to train and become a pro fighter.

Ah, a fighter. Very nice.

Actually, I also wanted to be a fighter when I was in juvie.

I made it a reality.

Anybody else with dreams?

Really? Just two of you?

Once more, I'll ask again if anyone has a dream.

- Here! - Here!

I want to be a futsal player.

I'm sure you will.

Thank you!

Here!

A cook.

I bet you'll do it.

Thanks!

A small-animal caretaker.

Don't worry. It will come true.

A keirin cyclist.

- Keirin cyclist? - Yes, sir!

You can do it.

Thank you!

Serious effort pays off.

I made it happen, you can too.

Set your mind to a goal and don't get sidetracked.

Do that and you will succeed.

You can start over again.

Do your best.

I'd like to talk to that guy.

Breaking Down.

Huh?

I told you. It's what he does.

He gathers delinquents, amateurs, and even pros

from across Japan

for one-minute, one-round fights.

Where?

In the ring.

Get in and you can talk to him.

Yagura! Akai! How long do you plan to loaf around in here?

Sorry.

Yagura.

What's with the look?

Get fucking real.

Bastards like you can dream, but it's useless.

Do everyone a favor and, once you're out of here,

find the nearest hole and crawl into it!

Yagura.

Robbery and attempted murder at your age...

Like father, like son, huh?

Next time won't be here. It'll be jail. Just like your daddy.

I didn't rob anyone.

Really?

I was framed.

Seriously?

It was some other guy.

That really sucks.

Blaming others is for shit.

It's what put me in here.

Tough break. Why were you blamed?

A businessman said his wallet was robbed at knifepoint.

The culprit wore a green hoodie, the same as I had on.

Green hoodie...

Robbed at knifepoint...

Hold it! Not so fast.

My money, take it all.

Don't do anything rash!

Fuck. That was me.

Ryoma?

Oh, yeah. What a bitch.

Kinda funny, no?

Not really.

Ikuto.

What if you find the guy?

No, forget it. It's not important.

I'll mince him.

Mince?

I've been in here for a year and a half. I'll turn the guy into pulp.

Sounds about right.

From that night on, Ikuto worked out.

Before long, I joined in.

Fifty-eight, fifty-nine...

Last one, 60!

Okay.

That's one tough minute.

Breaking Down allows kicking, so it's even tougher.

What are you losers up to?

Not Hakamada again.

What are you doing?

I see.

You took Asakura's talk to heart and think you're gonna be fighters.

Fucking idiots.

You gotta be special to do that.

Guys like you are doomed to live hand to mouth--

He said if we work hard, our dreams will come true.

People here are here because they can't get their shit together.

That Mikuru Asakura is an exception.

Truth is, people willing to work hard don't wind up here.

Maybe you too?

Maybe you're here because you couldn't get your shit together.

Ikuto...

Yagura...

You're an annoying prick.

You see your mother tomorrow.

I'll join the fun.

Ikuto...

I'm Hakamada, an instructor here.

Nice to meet you. I'm Ikuto's mother.

Please.

Next month, on the 20th?

You want to see about parole.

Yes, if it's possible.

To be honest, there are issues with Ikuto.

Yesterday, he lashed out at me for no reason.

He even insulted my work.

Really?

Really. He said I didn't try hard enough in life,

and that's why I'm an instructor at a juvie hall.

Ikuto.

Isn't that right, Yagura?

Yeah, I said that.

Regrettably, parole is impossible.

I don't understand.

I think you do. This is a rehabilitation facility.

Our job is to re-educate boys.

Verbal abuse is a form of violence. Without correction,