Iron Fist
By Corey Sonier((((((((((((((((((((((((((())))))))))))))))))))))))))) Disclaimer: I do not own Jin or any other characters from Tekken. They are all copyrighted to Namco®.
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Chapter 1:
Training

Pow! Pow! Bang! Pow! was all that could be heard throughout the small dojo in northeast Japan. The young man of 23 trained hard in that small room day and night, night and day. Sweat poured off of him at he punched the heavy bag hanging from the ceiling. Left, Right, Left, Left, Right, 1, 2, 1, 2. The man muttered under his breath. The wooden door slid open, an old man walking in the small room, watching the young man train. "Erm...Jin?" The young man didn't respond. "Jin!" the old man tried again, calling the man. Jin finally stopped training. He looked at his master, spiked black hair swaying with his movement. "Yes, master?" he responded.
"A letter arrived for you today. It appears that the Mishima Zaibatsu is hosting a fifth tournament." The man said, watching Jin walk over to read the letter. "I guess they are, huh." Jin said, looking at his master. He read the letter. ---

'Dear Mr. Kazama,

We would like to inform you of the 5th King of Iron Fist tournament. It was Mr.Heihachi Mishima's dying wish that Devil Gene be sought out once more and taken from the winner. In exchange, the winner will be awarded anything he desires. We hope to see you there. A meeting will be held on May 15th to let all participants know who they are paired up with to fight. We hope to see you there.
Sincerely,
Ayouju Zekken, Chairman'

Jin finished reading the letter. Something wasn't right. 'Mr. Heihachi Mishima's dying wish' Dying wish? Could it be true that Heihachi was dead? Something didn't feel right. 'Thank you, master." Jin said, bowing. The old man bowed, and walked out of the door. Jin resumed training, preparing for the tournament ahead.