Original subtitles

Earth

can go to hell.

Everything okay?

Yes.

I'm just sick of everything.

Really?

The key to success is no secret.

It's all about effort. Effort. And more effort.

All you can do, is your best.

So you're just sick of it, huh?

Yes.

And...

Guess how my boss responded to that.

If you're that sick of it, then die.

Yeah, right?

[Miyabe The Second - Manager: Aoi Asamiya]

Miyabe...?

- Come see me, okay? - Okay.

- Bye! - Bye!

A city which use to spearhead the nightlife.

Roppongi, Tokyo.

Nowadays, it heralds the Roppongi Hills,

Tokyo Midtown,

and various other commercial properties

and office buildings.

It's become a city that fuses

both work and play.

Housing a cut-throat dining scene,

I find this town both eclectic and electrifying. [Miyabe The Second]

- Welcome! - Here you go.

This is a tale of Roppongi outcasts,

who live life with their own ideals.

♫ Even if someone tears hope away ♫

♫ and grudge is borne ♫

This is our tale.

♫ I can fly the sky ♫

[Roppongi Class | Episode 1]

♫ 'Til my heart runs dry ♫

[2006, Autumn, Fuchū]

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[Tokyo Metropolitan Police Force Examination Ticket]

[Arata Miyabe]

Excuse me...

Could you spare a cent or two? [World Peace]

Are you alright?

Hey.

Hey! Wait a second.

Don't shove people aside.

I only shook him off.

Give him an apology.

He barely avoided getting hurt.

Satisfied with your good deed?

Hypocrite.

A cent, please.

I don't have any money on me.

Please! Spare me a bit!

[603 - Miyabe]

Yes? Hello?

Chief Miyabe, [Nagaya]

congratulations on your promotion to the main branch.

Executive Director Aikawa. I hope you are doing well.

Don't be such a stranger.

Let's go about this like the old days.

I'm excited to work with you again.

Did Arata join you on the move?

Yeah. He went to take his exam to join the police force next year.

To think the young Arata is now at his last year of high school...

We're growing old.

You're right.

Speaking of,

were you filled in about Hikari Academy's funding?

[Tokyo Metropolitan Police Force Examination]

Arata!

Hey!

How'd the exam go?

- So-so. - What does that mean "So-so"?

Alright, hop on in.

[The Fuchū Neighborhood Orphanage: Hikari Academy]

[Spinach]

Here, carry this.

Why're we at an orphanage?

No objections. Hurry.

We haven't even unpacked our own boxes.

Uncle!

Hello.

Welcome home!

Yuka-chan, I think you've grown again.

You think?

Arata, say hello.

Is he... your son?

Here again, sorry he's so antisocial.

- Wait up! - Nope!

Wait!

I already heard from the Principal.

Nagaya Holdings will end its funding this month, right?

Sorry.

While it's not much, I'll come cook for you all since we've moved close by.

Really?

I'm happy enough to eat your cooking, Uncle.

I could say the same.

I'm happy to see you've become such a wonderful lady.

Let me help.

No worries, I'll have Arata do it later.

Your son is totally different from you.

Isn't he an ugly, unsociable boy?

No, I think he's rather good-looking.

He got that from me.

So you're transferring into Meijo High School?

Not to mention at your last year. How unusual.

Ignored, huh?

And here I thought I'd be friendly.

Why?

Cause your dad's workplace funds this orphanage.

That's all?

You really are unsociable.

What?

What's up? Are you still bothered by this morning?

Blame it on your stupid meddling.

What's so stupid about helping others?

In that case...

- How's that any different from my dad and this place? - Sorry.

I take it all back.

I can't get along with you.

This is good.

You've gotten better!

- Really? - Yeah.

Guess I got that from you, Dad.

This one ain't as good.

Really?

It's got a ways to go.

- Just eat it. - Yeah, yeah.

But this one's seriously good.

[Meijo High School]

Alright, get to your seats.

Please, come in.

- Isn't that a transfer student? - Really?

- Did you hear? - Nope. - Okay, listen up.

Allow me welcome our transfer student, Miyabe Arata-kun.

Alright, introduce yourself.

The name's Miyabe Arata.

Nice to meet you.

Anything else? Dreams? Hobbies?

Right.

Let's see...

My dream is to become a police officer.

My hobby is... running.

Excellent! Applause please.

Thank you.

Your seat's the open one right there.

Alright then, now today...

Ah, I need to grab our worksheets from the lounge.

Please self-study while I'm gone, you hear?

- Don't cause a ruckus. - Yes sir.

Are you for real?

- Sorry... - Hey now, hey now.

You know I hate tomato juice, right?

Did you do this on purpose?

Come on, answer me.

They were out of orange juice...!

Then buy apple juice!

Hey.

Open your eyes.

Your eyes. Hear me?

Don't do it.

Why?

Do you know who that is?

That's Ryuga Nagaya.

So?

He's the son of your dad's boss,

and the successor of Nagaya Holdings.

How's it taste? Good?

Stop that.

You're in high school. Don't act like such a child.

What was that?

That idiot...

Hey, heard him?

Wow, he's so cool.

I have more. Here.

Ouch.

What's your deal?

Geez,

you've got an irritating face.

Want me to teach you

the rules of this place?

Teacher?

Teacher, you're seeing this, right?

Oops, I forgot something...

See?

The rule here is to obey me, Ryuga.

Got that? And don't you forget it.

Hey.

You stink. Wipe that off.

Stop...

You're gross, wipe up—

- Ryuga!? - You okay, Ryuga!?

Ryuga, are you alright?

Shit!

Nagaya Holdings [Nagaya]

began in 1985 from a small, family-owned restaurant.

What really cemented our company name,

was this fried chicken. [Soy Sauce Fried Chicken]

We'd like you future franchise owners

to first further understand

the Nagaya Soy Sauce Fried Chicken—

The Chairman calls.

Yes sir.

Augh, this hurts like hell, Principal.

I think he busted a bone.

Shall we call an ambulance?

Doesn't my dad donate to this school?

Wow, great treatment for all that money.

Pardon us.

Chairman Nagaya, right this way.

Welcome in, sir.

You must be Chief Miyabe's son.

I deeply apologize for his actions today.

Seriously?

An employee's son punched me?

Ryuga.

Sorry for my son's rude behavior.

It's not a worry.

Arata-kun, was it?

Principal, have you decided his punishment?

Yes sir.

Our school does not allow violence for any reason.

In accordance with school regulations,

we shall have him expelled.

Expelled?

Expelled, huh?

The police shall handle

- all other punishments— - Now, now. Let us be civil.

Chief Miyabe and I are long time acquaintances after all.

- Thank you, sir. - Principal,

could I ask you to reconsider

his expulsion for my sake as well?

Of course.

- For you, we can make a special exception— - Then do so.

Yes sir.

Thank you so much.

- He won't trouble you again— - However, Arata-kun.

You must atone for your errors

yourself.

I ask that you...

prostrate yourself in front of my son

as an apology.

With that, I'll let this matter slide.

- Chairman, that's— - Chief Miyabe.

My precious, eldest son was pummeled.

I cannot help but be in a foul mood.

Let us put an end to this, Arata-kun.

I believe people must be punished

when they do bad things.

My father taught me so.

- And he's right. - However,

he also taught me to stick true to my beliefs.

A fellow classmate was being bullied,

yet our teacher turned a blind eye.

That's why I stepped in.

But he kept going, so I punched him.

Guess I should've controlled myself in front of the teacher.

I'm sorry for that.

And yet...

I cannot apologize to him.

Even if that results in expulsion?

Yes sir.

After all, this is the truth I live by.

It's what my father taught me.

How troublesome.

Now I'm at a loss.

Chief Miyabe, what do you think?

What has your tongue tied, hm?

My son

is still but a naive brat.

I never thought my son

would pull such a stunt...

What a lad to look up to.

He's sticking true to his beliefs.

I have no more to say.

Will you be able to bear work at the company

after getting on bad terms with me?

No sir.

As such, I shall quit, Chairman.

Sir, I've been

in your good care.

Let's go.

And that's how

I became expelled on my first day at school,

and my father quit his job of 20 years.

Here.

Join me, in shape only.

You fool!

I said in shape only.

You're only 18. (In Japan is possible to drink alcohol after 20 years old)

So?

How was it?

Huh?

Your first foray into alcohol.

It's sweet.

This stuff's the spicy kind though.

I'm sure you only think so

because today was just that shocking.

Actually, you're right. It's sweet.

I'm really sorry.

Don't apologize.

If you ever want high school credits,

you just need to take a certification exam.

Plus, your dad here has enough money to open a small shop.

Either way, that's not what's most important.

You lead your life with confidence.

That makes me so proud as a father.

I'm sure your mother would say the same.

Keep staying true to your beliefs, Arata.

[Notice: As of September 25th, Arata Miyabe of Class 1, Year 3, has been expelled]

[As of September 25th, Arata Miyabe of Class 1, Year 3, has been expelled]

- Who's that? - Ryuga. Said he got a license and car.

Aren't cars banned here?

Like the rules matter to him.

True. He's Ryuga.

[Roppongi Class]

- Morning. - Morning.

Hey.

Check this out.

Custom car. Pretty cool, huh?

Sure.

And this license plate.

77-77.

Four 7's! Hey, wanna ride?

Next time. Bye.

Aw, come on.

Something up?

Nothing much.

Oh, I know.

It's the orphanage.

The one my dad cut funding to, yeah?

That's none of your business.

No need to worry,

I'll put in a word for you.

Aw, she's so embarrassed.

I heard about Chief Miyabe.

He used to be your boss, right?

Seems you two were close.

You know how capable he is, Chairman.

Why did you let him go?

He disobeyed me.

Even loyal dogs of days long past,

forget their owners with age.

Chairman...

I cannot forgive those that go against me.

Can you guess why?

I started this business with your father from a humble restaurant.

To present, I've made no decision

which set us in the wrong direction.

Though I think of you like a daughter,

I suggest you do not test my patience any further.

What's up?

Don't you have an interview today?

Where are you going?

Shut up.

I ran back to get the exam ticket I forgot.

Then ride the bus.

I won't make the 9:30 session if I do.

You have a ways 'til the University.

Leave me alone.

You won't make it at that speed.

I'll take your bag.

Alright, follow me.

♫ My heart races like an alarm ♫

♫ ringing in a new beginning ♫

Come on!

Hurry!

♫ I run forth with you, like a clock's hand ♫

♫ that dashes through time ♫

♫ Leap across the rails ♫

Come on, you're almost there.

What's up with you?

- Didn't you hate me? - Not important.

Come on, take it slow.

Breathe.

♫ I can fly the sky ♫

Yeah, like that.

♫ 'Til my heart runs dry ♫

♫ I'll toss both reason to run ♫

I can run alone.

♫ So stay by my side ♫

♫ I can fly the sky. Never gonna stay ♫

♫ 'Til my heart runs dry ♫

♫ I'll toss both reason to run ♫

Run.

♫ So stay by my side ♫

[Eikyo University]

Alright.

Made it.

Well, good luck.

Will do.

[Roppongi Class]

Huh?

Why are you here?

Did the interview go well?

Yeah.

Don't tell me you waited here this whole time.

Am I not too late?

You know, to be your friend.

What changed your mind about becoming friends?

Just a feeling.

"Just a feeling"?

Somehow, I think I've connected some dots today.

Yeah?

When we first met,

I thought you were cold-hearted, but...

you're just a bit difficult.

What? Are you trying to pick a fight?

You don't like getting help, right?

So you dislike those that ask for it too.

I hate sympathy, in all forms of the word.

Don't you think it's terrible to look down on others

and bask in superiority?

Then what about my Father and you lot?

He's different, that's not sympathy.

Don't you regret punching Ryuga?

No one's ever been able to stop him.

Given our teacher, that's no surprise.

But you go cause a ruckus on your first day.

That was pretty cool of you.

And yet, you still got expelled. What a fool.

I can't lead a life like that.

It's getting chilly. Let's head back.

Hey, so...

Do you have a cellphone?

What? Why?

Your number.

Here, I'll put it in myself.

This is as friends, got it?

Don't go falling in love with me.

Huh?

Here. My number.

Why?

Cause dating someone stubborn like you

would be a real pain.

Huh?

What's that suppose to mean?

Got it? No falling in love with me.

- Your answer? - No one

can predict the future.

Then I'll take your phone back.

I'll contact you again.

And one more thing.

You're...

pretty cool yourself.

What?

Trust me, you are.

You're in a good mood.

Of course I am. I've always dreamed

of owning my own restaurant.

What's the name of this place?

Let's see...

How about "Arata's Kitchen"?

Lame name.

- You think? - Any other ideas?

Well, we still have time until opening day.

Come up with something.

- Me? - Thanks a bunch, Vice-Manager.

[Fried Chicken | Fried Gristle | Fried Squid | Tartare]

Some time passed

since I dropped out of high school and my father quit.

As he said, neither was a big deal.

- Hey, it's the other way! - What was more important,

- Don't space out. - was how we'd spend our lives.

Does it matter?

I can't reach. You must've grown.

My growth spurt ended in middle school.

Order up.

- Thanks a for the meal. - Can we

keep hold of our hopes and dreams?

- It's good. - Right?

This is gonna be our speciality:

"Arata's Fried Chicken".

Lame name.

Lame? Arata, she says it's lame.

[Miyabe Restaurant | Opening Tomorrow]

[Miyabe Restaurant]

Dad? What's up?

Arata!

Listen, I got us some good meat.

Since tomorrow's our grand opening,

let's make a special dish with it.

Okay?

So long as we're alive,

we can overcome anything.

So long as we're alive...

Arata...

That day,

Dad didn't come home.

[Roppongi Class]

♫ Even if we're always together ♫

Keep staying true to your beliefs, Arata.

Being filial, eh?

Well, thanks to you

dropping out on your first day,

I've saved big on uniform fees.

♫ The more important the topic, the further I stray ♫

You have to eat.

- Otherwise, you'll collapse. - My father

did anything for me.

I took that all for granted.

But I...

♫ Go forth, even if you lose, don't yield ♫

I haven't been able to repay him.

♫ All this nagging must seem out of character ♫

♫ Sorry, but I love you ♫

You're Miyabe Arata-kun, right?

I'll be in charge of this case.

My name's Matsushita, from Futaba Police.

Likewise, I'm Tsukamoto.

We'd like to ask you some questions regarding this accident.

This man turned himself in this morning.

Do you know him?

I do not.

According to his lawyer,

he'd like to settle this out of court.

Out of court...?

Do you mean...

He wants to exchange my father's life for money?

I understand this must be hard to hear...

- Arata! - Are you alright?

He hasn't slept ever since the incident.

If possible, could you come another day?

Of course. That we shall.

[77-77]

Check this out. Custom car.

And this license plate.

77-77.

Sorry about that.

Please call once you've calmed down.

Well then, excuse us.

W-Wait...

What's wrong?

Ryuga's car.

Huh?

The car in that photo

was Ryuga's car.

It's custom made,

and the license plate matches too.

Arata.

Take care of the funeral.

Arata? Arata, wait.

What are you doing?

Hey, Arata!

Hold on!

For now, calm down and let the police...

[Roppongi Class]

Dad...

I haven't even repaid you...

for all you've done.

[Emergency Room]

It's thanks to you

that I've been able to lead a healthy life.

Why...

Why?

You must atone for your errors yourself.

Or so he says.

Yet, this bastard...

What are you doing?

Wh...

W-Why are you here?

W-Wai... Ouch!

Wait... Just wait.

Wait... Wait!

Did you do it?

You did.

Wait... W-Wait, wait!

Hey! L-Let's talk.

Why'd you run?

Answer me.

Why didn't you call an ambulance?

Shit...

Shit!

Because...

I'm sorry.

Hey.

Why does everyone aside from you get punished?

Why!?

- Hey. - Wai— Help!

Someone! Help me!

Nurse!

Hey, answer me.

Why?

Why did you kill my father?

I'm sorry...

I'm really, really sorry...

- I'm really sorry! - It's...

It's too late!

Help me!

Please... please... Help me...

You killed him.

Go apologize in the afterlife yourself!

Help me!

Die!

Drop that, now.

He killed my father.

Alright, we understand.

For now, drop that.

He killed my father!

Hurry, drop it!

Stop this!

Don't become a criminal for someone like him.

Just calm down.

First, put that down.

What if I say no?

- Put it down! - Shut up!

I don't care about what happens to me.

Please, don't shoot.

Murdering him won't make anyone happy!

You don't know how it feels, do you?

- How it feels to have your parent killed. - Yeah, I don't!

I don't, but...

I know how your father would feel.

Throwing your life away for a bastard like him,

would make your father sad.

You lead your life with confidence.

That makes me so proud as a father.

Keep staying true to your beliefs, Arata.

Dad...

Dad...!

And so,

Dad's funeral came to a close.

[Futaba Police Station]

My sincere condolences regarding Chief Miyabe.

However,

that's no reason to take it out on my son.

I've known Chief Miyabe for at least 20 years.

My heart aches just as much as yours.

Yet I cannot forget your incident at school as well.

See, now I'd like to fix

that bad habit of yours

where you feel no remorse.

Call it an odd goal of mine.

What do you want?

I'll give you a chance.

A chance?

How about it?

Reflect on your actions,

and prostrate yourself in front of my son as apology.

Then, I shall settle this out of court.

Your son should be the one prostrating himself.

Is that what your father taught you?

Let me tell you one thing as an entrepreneur.

"Belief"...

"effort", and other empty words,

gain no profit.

At the end of the day,

that's but an underdog's howl.

Do best with your "belief" and reflect on your actions

in a cold, dark room.

He's got guts.

Pardon? But he's an eyesore.

Are you referring to Arata Miyabe?

On that note, I hear someone testified that the car was Ryuga's.

Yes, that would be Yuka Kusunoki.

She lives in the orphanage we use to fund.

[Nagaya]

I hear you're top of the grade in academics.

You plan on attending university, yes?

Yes sir.

See, I own plenty of scholarship programs.

Would you like to try applying to one?

I have my tuition covered.

But that's nowhere near enough.

There are entrance fees,

and eventual rent to worry about as well.

What are you conditions?

Conditions?

Will you ask me to testify against Arata

in repayment for your services?

Now you're an amusing one.

No, I will not.

I never thought that would be your interpretation.

You must have suffered, despite your young age.

Do not misunderstand.

I only wish to help the future generation.

All you must do in trial

is state exactly what you saw.

Please support Yuka-san.

Understood.

- Father— - You're free to go.

Why's Yuka here...?

I could say the very same.

You're a patient.

Yuka-san,

please let me ask as pure reference.

Yes sir?

If I asked you

to change your testimony

in exchange for my backing,

what would you have done?

Father...

I'm only joking.

Let us see each other again.

Pardon me.

Why did you call Yuka here?

You, return to the hospital.

Hey.

Can we settle this out of court?

What?

I thought it'd be better to settle this with Arata out of court.

- After all, this is my fault. - Our gardener already took on your sin.

He covered for your hit-and-run with Chief Miyabe.

Listen up.

If this is settled out of court,

you'd be admitting to your wrong.

I cannot have my successor

be a convict.

Follow me.

All the chickens here are for consumption.

Now then...

Which one shall it be?

Father, what are you doing?

You'll only become capable once you learn how to both take apart,

and take care of chickens.

When I first began running a restaurant,

I'd twist these necks, and end them myself.

I'd pluck these feathers, strip their skin,

take out the organs,

add a coating, fry them, and eat it all.

Now it's your turn.

I... can't.

Do it.

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If you don't twist properly,

they'll flail around with broken necks.

Arata Miyabe.

Unfortunately,

he's tolerant guy. Nothing like you.

But ultimately, he's mere livestock.

You, on the other hand, were born as a human being.

This chicken is Arata Miyabe.

Any son of mine...

Any successor of the Nagaya family would do it.

Throw out your moral compass.

Don't feel guilt

when eating a chicken!

Do it.

Do it!

Do it!

I can do this. I can do this.

I can... I can do this.

Arata is...

a chicken!

♫ In order to go beyond the ideal image of myself that I once had ♫

♫ I'm never gonna give it up ♫

♫ It's alright (it's alright)... "You all need to calm down". Baby's alright ♫

♫ Thrown straight upside-down, Tumble, fall, and still the curtains of roundabout rise ♫

♫ Transient colored tragedy spread about me ♫

Judging from the victim's condition, and the physical evidence present,

it's clear that the culprit's violent outbreak had murderous intent.

Yet, he will not admit to his crimes, nor does he feel remorse.

As such, the accused shall be sentenced anywhere between two

to three years in prison.

Three years...

♫ Baby's alright ♫

[Next Episode] Let's open up shop. [The start of his counterattack]

Let's go! [Reunited with his first crush]

Yuka!? [Reunited with his first crush]

If I want to overcome Nagaya, this town's my only option. [Authority starts to make their move]

Who would you choose? [A genius, high-schooler... is she friend or foe?]

- Let's go! - Becoming rich has just become

- my new goal. - H-Hey!