Disclaimer: This is just a fan fiction on Street Fighter. Much of it is based on the true storyline of Street Fighter, but many parts are simply added/made-up as well.

Note: This fanfiction uses Ansatsuken instead of Shotokan, and Gouki instead of Akuma, Nash instead of Charlie, and it uses the Japanese names for Vega, M. Bison, and Balrog. Vega is the main evil character in Street Fighter Alpha 3, wearing the red clothes. M. Bison is the boxer, and Balrog is the Spanish bullfighter with claws and a metal mask. Stick with the Japanese, readers.

[ S t r e e t F i g h t e r 1 ( P a r t 1 ) ]

…Every thing has a beginning… what begun fighting?

In the story of what a life of a fighter can be, Street Fighters from around the world suck in their problems and decide to become what they are. They fight wherever, whenever, and for whatever reason fate leads them to. Do fighters believe in fate?

The Dream of a Warrior first intensified between a legendary battle between two men, that was slowly shredded away from history throughout the years. But at the time, this legendary battle echoed throughout the world. Street Fighters, who were mainly known to be surpassingly brutal, and bloodthirsty, have a dream of their own. For failing such a dream, the warrior can react in countless ways.. some ways are too hard to describe in speech.

[Street Fighting Stadium, Thailand]

The Battle began when two warriors first set foot on the incredibly large stadium, set in the country of Thailand. It was the beginning of the very first Street Fighter Tournament in the world. These two men had to perfect their techniques every single day, thinking if they could beat the next challenger. This ambition led them to the top of the tournament. The first man, named Sagat, was such a pride to Thailand that he was given the honorific title "The Emperor of Muay Thai". His Muay Thai fighting skills were countless. Sagat was remarkably tall, one of his feared characteristics.

One the other hand stood a smaller warrior, who looked much younger. A high percentage of the crowd began to believe that this man, named Ryu, was no match for Sagat. Ryu looked rather plain, wearing formal karate clothes, with a white bandana tied around his head. Ryu, however, showed no fear to Sagat's smirk down at him. But Sagat himself knew that he shouldn't take Ryu easily. Ryu had made it this far in the tournament. His size and looks didn't matter.

All the previous battles seemed to have gone by so fast… Ryu didn't know himself how he defeated his previous enemies. It seemed that he was dreaming of being an unstoppable fighter and now, when meeting the strongest of them all, waking up suddenly. He didn't know much about Sagat, except that he was his opponent. He didn't know of Sagat's famous techniques. Knowing this, Ryu didn't know how he would start out the battle. Should he let Sagat charge at him or should he do that himelf?

"And now, ladies and gentlemen," the speaker announced finally with his microphone, "The moment you've all been waiting for. The Emperor of Muay Thai has finally met his final match. Ryu has succeeded in reaching all the way here. This is the ultimate fight!"

The crowd yelled loudly, many of them insulting either Ryu or Sagat. The two of them, however, didn't seem to care about the crowd. They stared at each other straight in the eye. Ryu could read great power running through Sagat's muscular body, and Sagat—he could see that this was going to be one fight he would not forget. It took about a minute for the crowd to stop and wait for them to strike, as a man walked up to the field with a flag in each of his hands. The right flag showed a picture of Sagat, and the left flag showed a picture of Ryu.

"Approach each other, please," the man said. Ryu and Sagat did so, but only close enough to bow to each other slightly.

"3…
2…..
1….
……Fight!"

Ryu flipped back to dodge a very quick punch from Sagat. It was a rather surprising way to start the match. But knowing that he had missed very closely, Sagat smirked once again, being more confident in himself. The crowd erupted louder than ever, cheering and watching as Ryu slid to the right to dodge another quick-attack from Sagat. It was no doubt a bad start for Ryu.

Sagat turned his head and spotted Ryu, and charged at him with full speed. Ryu, being far enough to perfect his fighting stance, lowered his body with his knees, keeping the right side of the body ahead. He kept the left leg on the ground from the tip, so that he could quickly attack when needed to. Sagat didn't seem affected by the stance, and jabbed straight in, only to hit Ryu's defending arm. Ryu then quickly leaped into the air at Sagat's head-level, with his right leg straight, and left leg down. He remained in this position as he spinned around in circles, like a cyclone, hitting Sagat's head repeatedly. As he did this, he shouted, "Tatsumaki Senpuu Kyaku!"

The cyclone was too fast to dodge, but Sagat managed to "Tiger Uppercut!"—jumping up in the air so high, the crowd looked up at him, even the ones on the highest platforms. His uppercut was too strong for Ryu's Hurricane Kick, the Tatsumaki Senpuu Kyaku. Ryu was hit three times in just a single uppercut, and toppled to the edge of the battling field, managing to stay in and not fall out.

"Well, it seems like the match has already gotten serious," the speaker announced.

Ryu flipped onto his feet and noted Sagat once again launching at him. He launched back at him, and this time elbowed into Sagat's ribs, followed by full-packed punches. The ferocity drove Sagat to sliding across the field, but he did not fall. Ryu fixed his white gloves and tightened his white bandana. Sagat gritted his teeth.

Once again, they both bolted at each other. Sagat vaulted in the air and crashed his elbow into Ryu's head. The sound of the crash echoed everywhere. But, as loud as it sounded, it wasn't much to Ryu, who unconnected Sagat's elbow and vaulted up also, off the ground, and fixed his knee into Sagat's face. He kicked off and planted his feet back in the grassy field again, watching Sagat struggling with the pain. Ryu did notice, however, that he had thrown all his strength into that knee-in, and Sagat was dealing with it better than he had expected.

And indeed, Sagat recovered in less than fifteen seconds. After thinking quickly, Ryu leaped up and shot a kick towards Sagat, who grabbed his leg and swung him around in a circle. It happened so suddenly it almost seemed Sagat was going easy on Ryu. And the speed of his swinging Ryu around was extremely fast. Ryu helplessly waited for Sagat's next action so that he could make the next move, and it came after what seemed like hours. Sagat released Ryu with all the energy he could give into the air. The crowd jumped as, amazingly, Ryu broke the fall in mid-air, and formed an open leg, bolting back at Sagat. Caught by surprise, Sagat received quite an impact when the kick stroked his chest.

"Amazing, folks!" the speaker announced. "The Emperor of Muay Thai was completely off guard! He didn't see that coming…"

Sagat got up and took his hand off his chest, controlling his breathing rate. It seemed like he was going to say something to Ryu, but the Emperor of Muay Thai never really talked in a fight. His belief was that talking lowers your focus on the fight. You talk either to brag or emphasize the opponent, and you do not want to do either of that. It's the fight, that matters.

He knew that Ryu was a natural fighter—not many people were able to fight as good against the Muay Thai fighting style. He knew this because, earlier in the tournament, Ryu had fought and defeated Adon, another user of the Muay Thai fighting style. However, Adon was only Sagat's student, not as skilled in Muay Thai as he was.

Sagat looked into Ryu's eyes…and saw a number of things. Determination, Courage, Strength, even Respect.. and above all—an enormous desire, or dream, to win.

[Masters' Domain, USA]

The Ansatsuken fighting style had been passed down rarely. At a few points, it was even at the point of perishing, because some masters who wielded the style didn't want any new successor. Ryu and Ken, both the latest successors of Ansatsuken, were taught by Gouken, their master. They both found this destiny in a different path, however. Ryu grew up on the streets, until he met a man named Gouken, who could see magnificent spirit in him, and decided to adopt and teach him Ansatsuken. However, Ken Masters, who was a very wealthy person living in USA, had a hard time living a normal life. He was a very mischievous youth and grew up getting in trouble every where he went—clubs, restaurants, parties, and school. Due to this daily issue, his father, highly respected man and owner of the wealth of the Masters' family, sent Ken to Gouken in Japan so that he could learn the Ansatsuken style and learn how difficult life is.

The style did revolutionize both their lives. After forming a firm internal spirit of fighting, Ryu created a dream to become the greatest fighter among all others. Ken, on the other hand, formed a very odd rivalry with Ryu in fighting throughout their training. If there was any dream Ken had, it was to keep up with Ryu's abilities. After training and completing the necessary task of Ansatsuken taught by Gouken, both Ryu and Ken departed their master and once again, went their own separate ways, in their own separate paths. Perhaps their paths will intersect once again?

But both Ryu and Ken worked hard after becoming Ansatsuken fighters, to make their dreams come true. Ryu, with little of what he had by himself, heard about the first official Street Fighter Tournament. Full of excitement running through him, Ryu began traveling around the world looking for good fighters to battle against and perfect his own battling skills. Ken, with his own dream of keeping up to Ryu and giving him the best fight they ever have the next time they meet, went back to USA and, to keep up with his fighting spirit, fought in all of the US Martial Arts Tournaments thereon. There was no tournament that he could not win, it was a breeze for him with his skills. These skills led his wealthy family, the Masters, to even more fame and admiring. They had a special trophy room lined with all the trophies Ken had won. They were Ken's only pride.

While the battle in the SF Tournament drew to its final match, Ken, not knowing about the tournament, continued participating in US Martial Arts tournaments. He had just won yet another Martial Arts tournament, and was coming home with another trophy in his hand. On the trophy was engraved Ken Masters, the unstoppable fire ripping through an unlimited field.

After reaching home, Ken rushed over to his dad, with a new idea in his mind. It was an odd day to see Ken have a newer plan besides a new tournament to his dad, however…

"Dad, I was thinking of going back and meeting my master," he told his dad.

"Well, that is a surprise!" his father replied. "I thought you disliked him?"

"Dad, if I did dislike him I would not have used the style to fight," he replied.

"Point understood," his father said. "So what do you want to go back for now?"

"I feel empty," Ken claimed, smiling. "You know—of my master—Gouken… I have seen Gouken fight. I believe he never taught us some moves, to neither me nor Ryu."

"Ken, do you think going back now will make him teach you those moves, if he has them in the first place?"

"Yes," Ken said. "Perhaps I will even meet Ryu."

"Ken, you think you know everything," his father said shaking his head. "You haven't really seen Gouken fight."

"What do you mean?" Ken said. "Hey—wait a minute! You know how Gouken fights!"

"Yes, I do," his father replied. "I myself told Gouken to not teach you the complete Ansatsuken."

"WHAT?!" Ken erupted. "WHAT DID YOU DO THAT FOR? I WANTED TO BECOME THE BEST. HE PROBABLY TAUGHT ALL THAT TO RYU!"

"Calm down, Ken," his father said closing his eyes. "You are still a child. You do not know the dark secrets about fighting, and especially about this style. You might learn later on. Right now, you are not ready."

Ken lowered his head. He full-heartedly agreed with his dad. When Ken once decided to knock Gouken out-cold (so that he could blame it on Ryu), Gouken acted more than necessary. His extreme power had caused the wooden-house to blast into pieces. Therefore, Ken had had to train outside for a week as Gouken quickly built a shed for him and Ryu to train in. Ryu had found this amusing.

"Well anyway—" Ken quickly shook his head and popped back into reality. His father continued. "I will book you a ticket to Japan. I am sure there are many things you still have to learn. I do not expect you to come back early."

"Thanks, dad," Ken said.

[Gouken's Domain, Japan]

Ken had just landed from the plane two hours ago, yet he was in the area of Gouken's domain already. It was a very beautiful, grassy place, a perfect place to train in. There were three mountains that surrounded the domain, and one very tall mountain on which Ryu and Ken used to race up on, either hiking or climbing. There were also springs that could be seen everywhere. Ken usually used to rest in one of the hidden springs to escape from the rough training given by his master, Gouken. Gouken never had really tried to find Ken much either, because he took Ken to be more of a burden when he first received him as an apprentice.

"Let's see," Ken wondered. "This path leads to—No wait!...that hill goes up to his house….no that was Ryu's cabin—oh wait!—That was the one!.. no…"

Having a hard time figuring out where Gouken's dojo was, Ken scratched the back of his head waiting for something to happen that will tell him where to go. And indeed, something did happen.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!"

A high-pitched scream, a couple of loud crashes, and Ken suddenly figured out the right path. He dashed up a hill as fast as he could and spotted Gouken's large dojo. "What the hell is wrong?!" he asked himself as he ran as fast as he could towards it. He could hear more crashes, and more screams, "Stop, please!" and "Stop, father!" and one that was different from them all, "Shun Goku Satsu."

Ken finally approached the door and opened it. And he was blinded by an incredible white flash of light that covered the whole internal dojo. Ken had to shield his eyes until the light was gone. After about a minute, he analyzed the scene. There was a crying girl with her knees on the floor, who Ken recognized as Gouken's daughter. And there was Gouken himself, lying on the floor, dead. And there was another man standing right behind Gouken's body, facing the opposite direction of Ken. Ken could see a strange mark on his back, shining brightly red. It was the kanji known as Heaven. It was…

天

And after a few seconds, the mark faded as if it had fused with his body.

The scene happened too suddenly to react suddenly to. Ken's eyes were wide open, and tears instantly formed inside of them. He had hardly cried, and at the moment he had not even a feeling in his heart. Not sadness, anger, or anything. Yet the tears streamed down his face. The picture of his master dead and a man with a strange mark—it was too much to make sense out of.

And finally, as the man with the mark swung around very slowly, with his face turning to see Ken, the emotion came to him. Ken could feel anger running through his blood.

"YOU!" He shouted angrily. "Who the hell are you, you bastard?! You killed my master! YOU KILLED HIM!!"

Ken didn't wait for an answer, and charged directly at him. "Tatsumaki Senpuu Kyaku!—Arghhhh!!!!.."

Ken only had the chance to say it, but not perform the actual move. Before he could even do his Hurricane Kick, he was jabbed in the stomach and crashed into a wall. The impact caused the wall to break down and Ken to collapse outside the Dojo. Not being able to get up, he let himself slide through the dusty, grassy ground until he stopped. The man walked outside.

"Gouken's apprentice," he said in a rough tone. "I believe Gouken had another one. Where is the other one?"

"You bastard," Ken responded, sitting up. "Even if I knew, I wouldn't tell a bastard like you."

"Very spirited, you are," the man replied slowly, walking up to him. "One would say you'd be stronger if Gouken's stupid act of toning down Ansatsuken hadn't possessed you."

"Toning…down…?"

"The foolish successor of a fool," he said. "What you have learned is not Ansatsuken."

"Oh yeah?" Ken said. "Then name your fighting style."

"I use Ansatsuken," he replied. "This is the true Ansatsuken, and I am the only man with the fists to master it. Gouki. Your master was a fool because he believed the true Ansatsuken was too deadly to be passed on. So he basically created a weaker, pathetic form of Ansatsuken and taught it to you."

Gouken…wouldn't do that? Ken thought.

"So why'd you kill my master?!" Ken said angrily. He managed to get back up and this time waited for the man, Gouki, to tell him why before he would attack him.

"That concerns only me and Gouken," Gouki said. "That is all you need to know, weakling."

Ken angrily dealt with the fact that he was no match for this man named Gouki, and attacked him without thinking. Gouki seemed to be playing with him, easily dodging his moves as if they were coming a mile away for him to see. Ken jumped away and drew his hands together to release blue energy from his hands in between. The energy collected and formed into a ball of energy.

"Hadouken!" Ken shouted, hurling the energy towards Gouki. Gouki easily formed a fireball of his own in his hand triple times faster than Ken, and shot it at him. The two fireballs battled and Ken's, being smaller than Gouki's, gave in and let Gouki's fireball hit him in the chest. He fell backwards and couldn't breathe for about a minute.

"Pathetic," Gouki said slowly. "I didn't expect Gouken to get off track of Ansatsuken's rules this much. I have to conclude that your style is not Ansatsuken at all. It might as well be renamed."

It was a long pause, and Ken could still hear Gouken's daughter crying inside the dojo. Gouki seemed to be thinking about something. After a while, he said, "I don't have any time for more games."

"Stop!" Ken said, getting back up as Gouki walked off. "I will have to kill you even if it costs my life!"

Ken dashed at him once more and attacked with thoughtless, quick punches that Gouki dodged easily. This kid… Gouki thought, He's using more strength than he has. His fists—

Gouki noticed that Ken's fists were now establishing small winds of fire, that slowly grew into large, fire-fists. His fists are flaming as if he's a true Ansatsuken fighter—yet he's not. Although his Hadouken was a failure, his Shoryuken may indeed be—!

"SHORYUU REPPA!"

It was as if Gouki had predicted it coming. Ken switched his thoughtless quick-punches to a series of three uppercuts—one small, one higher, and one highest. Gouki didn't bother to dodge the technique. He let the burning fists hit him all three times, and purposely threw himself backwards, far enough to be hidden behind the grassy field.

[Street Fighter Stadium, Thailand]

The match intensified as both Ryu and Sagat pushed themselves harder than they could. They were basically trying to knock each other down hard enough for them to never get up, but only in vain. They were both too strong to give up that easily. Strength didn't matter in such a fight—only skill did.

Trying to find a chance to hit Ryu with all his might, Sagat kept throwing weak, fast punches at Ryu. Ryu didn't have much chance to act, and he himself was waiting for something to happen. He was being driven all the way to the edge of the field. Here, if Ryu was going to be cornered, he would never be able to attack. He now understood Sagat's plan, and knowing so he crouched down and slipped behind Sagat. Then he swirled around and slid his foot across the field to hit Sagat's legs so that he could fall, but Sagat acted fast and leaped in the air to avoid that. He then tried to crush Ryu in the fall, but Ryu used his hands to flip of the floor and onto his feet.

Sagat gritted his teeth. It seemed like he was out of tactics, but Ryu soon proved himself wrong. Sagat moved his hands in front of his chest, facing up. He formed energy in his hand quickly and shot it at Ryu. It was a fireball—and a quick one. Ryu ducked and easily dodged the fireball. Due to Sagat's height the fireball just flew above his head. But Sagat was smart himself, and launched another fireball and aimed this one downwards. Ryu jumped up to dodge it. He shot another, upwards, and Ryu ducked again. And another one, downwards, and another jump for Ryu.

It was like a rhythm. Ryu couldn't do anything but dodge them. And then Sagat shot one in the middle, which hit Ryu directly in the chest. It was a very strong fireball, as Ryu noted. Sagat didn't wait, and launched another one, downwards, while Ryu was still on the floor. Ryu missed this one very closely by rolling to the side, and getting on his feet. Sagat didn't stop throwing fireballs. He was like a fireball machine. Fast and Strong.

"And the Muay Thai Champion pulls off another tactic, folks!" the announcer said after a long while of being silent. "Ryu is having a hard time dealing with that!"

Ryu, having an idea in his head, kept crouching on every high fireball and jumping on every low fireball, each time moving forward little by little. After a while he was close enough to attack Sagat up-close, but Sagat responded with a "Tiger Uppercut!" which caught him by surprise, sending him flying in the air.

"Incredible!" the speaker said once again. "Sagat is really fast from switching from a fireball to a close-range combat!"

Ryu had noticed that as well. And yet, Sagat didn't wait for Ryu to get up and kept the fireballs going once again. Ryu was too far from Sagat to get hit by the fireballs. Most of them just crashed in the ground, and some that almost got to him just faded because Sagat was too far. Noting this, Sagat decided to just finish off the battle for good. He launched at Ryu, who was still in too much pain to counter, and punched him in the ribs hard enough to make sure he wouldn't be able to get back up. There was a long pause and silence across the stadium as Sagat looked at Ryu suffering with pain. Knowing he had already won, Sagat decided to help the spirited young warrior up. He walked up to Ryu and reached out his hand to him.

"Well, it looks like it's all Sagat for this match also, folks," the speaker said.

Ryu looked up at Sagat's hand.

It cannot end like this……it won't!

The thoughts whirled through Ryu's brain like electricity. Sagat moved his hand closer to him. Ryu gritted his teeth. He was unable to move, so weak at the moment he couldn't lift his hand to Sagat's—and he didn't want to lose. And Sagat, looking into Ryu's eyes again, noticed the same thing—only in bigger values. It was the same determination, the same courage, the same dream to win!—except it was more this time. He couldn't tell if it was more or most, but he could tell that it was the most he had ever seen in a warrior's eyes. Sagat suddenly came to the fact that Ryu was nearly obsessed with winning… what the hell is wrong with this guy…?

And then, just when Sagat was about to lower his hand—it was like he was seeing a whole new warrior. Still staring into Ryu's eyes, Sagat noticed them turning blue. First they shined blue, and then they were all possessed with blue. But only Sagat noticed this blue light in his eyes, the rest of the crowd didn't notice it. Was he dreaming? And then, all of a sudden, Sagat's heart jumped so fast.

The warrior that Sagat had defeated, whom was lying on the ground, wasn't lying anymore. As Sagat analyzed the scene, he first saw only Ryu's face, and his eyes. The eyes were so shining blue Sagat could hardly see anything else. He looked down and saw a fist connected to his ribs. Ryu had attacked him!!!

But how could Ryu rise so quickly? It happened so fast, Sagat didn't even know it until he saw. And now that he knew what was going on, Sagat began to feel the pain. The burning fury of Ryu's fist… the friction of it just sliding up his chest. Sagat screeched loudly, but his voice wasn't coming out. Why wasn't his voice being heard? Was he deaf? He only felt pain, pain at its maximum. Slowly, Ryu's fist ripped through most of Sagat's chest and began to rise quickly. Sagat noticed, that this was an attack he knew. But what was it? The first hit was Ryu connecting his fist against Sagat's ribs. The second hit was the fist sliding up, across Sagat's chest…. And Sagat knew, there was definitely a third hit.

And so the third hit came, and Sagat recognized the attack. This was an uppercut, the Shoryuken! But this was not the Shoryuken that Ryu used, was it? Ryu's Shoryuken was only a single-hit uppercut. This one was a triple-hit uppercut. And the unlimited power that was packed into those three hits… this was not the Ryu that Sagat knew of. This was not Ryu. The third hit was the rising hit, where the user rises along with his opponent, sending him crashing to a distance.

Blood showered the field below, a whole lot of blood. Most of it was coming from the dreadful wound on Sagat's chest, and some of it was coming from Ryu's fist, which had performed such a powerful Shoryuken. Ryu couldn't hear anything, not the crowd, not the speaker. As he stared at the body of Sagat flying across and crashing far, far away from the stadium, he suddenly felt a slight smile on his face. Was he happy to uppercut Sagat so violently? He didn't know…and how could he, anyway, when right now he couldn't think for himself…?

He felt dizzy, and his eyes closed as he collapsed on the red, bloody field.

[Gouken's Domain, Japan]

"Master?"

The door swung open and banged on the wall next to it. Ryu stood on the doorway, holding a white bag behind his back as he looked around the dojo.

After Ryu had defeated Sagat severely and Ryu had been recovered in the Thailand hospital (the people were insulting him every now and then for 'beating Sagat by cheat'), he remembered what happened by a few events. He remembered that he was losing to Sagat, and something took over his body. He couldn't control anything. And he remembered uppercutting Sagat to the point of making him bleed. He didn't know what happened to him, but he did notice happiness. He felt happy when the body took over. He was smirking at the drops of blood showering the field, and causing the friction of his uppercut to make Sagat bleed. He even felt happy that he was stronger at that point, although it was something that made him stronger. He wanted even more power. And by then he had lost that something that took over his body.

And then after Ryu was done from the hospital, he decided to go see his master, Gouken, to ask him what had happened to him when he uppercutted Sagat. His master had told him that one day, he will feel like winning is the only thing that matters, and losing is not an option.

"Master?" Ryu's voice echoed once again across the dojo. Ryu didn't need a response anymore though. He saw his master—lying on the floor a distance away from him.

"Master?!" Ryu slipped over to him and checked. He was dead. "How?!—HOW!!"

"He was murdered."

Ryu looked and caught sight of Gouken's daughter. "You?"'

"Yes, me," she said, walking down the stairs of the dojo over to Ryu.

"By who?" Ryu asked.

"Gouki," she replied.

"Gouki…"

"My uncle," she said.

"You—had an uncle?" Ryu was shocked.

"Father made me promise never to tell you. But now that he is dead, the truth cannot be hidden. And I know that I couldn't hide the fact from you."

And suddenly Ryu felt it once again. A feeling of triumph, a huge desire to win—but he wasn't battling anyone at the moment…then why?

It's his Chi...I can feel it. Gouki is around here somewhere. He has not gone far…

"My father and Gouki were both taught the Ansatsuken style by their master, Goutetsu," Gouken's daughter continued. "They were taught the true fighting style. What you learned was a weaker version of the style—Father taught you a weaker version because he didn't want you to kill. The true style is very violent and almost invincible. Goutetsu also taught both of them the strongest attack of Ansatsuken, Shun Goku Satsu, also known as—The Raging Demon."

"If both of them knew how to use that technique, why did Master lose to Gouki?" Ryu asked.

"Father didn't like to kill," she said. "The technique was created to instantly kill one in the speed of only fifteen supersonic hits. The hits are so powerful and fast that you cannot see them coming—only feel them striking your body. All you see is a white burst of light being unleashed from the user's fists…"

She paused for a moment, wondering something, and then continued.

"After they both departed their master, Gouki perfected his killing techniques and Father didn't practice them, thus growing weaker himself. That is why. Gouki also killed Goutetsu."

"He killed his own master?"

She nodded. "That is why one would hesitate to teach his apprentice the true Ansatsuken style. He may betray and kill you—and prove to be a threat to society… Anyway, you may go now. I don't want any more violence in this domain ever again. This will be a domain of peace—not a fighting dojo anymore."

She walked back to the stairs and stopped on her first step, adding, "If you are planning on fighting Gouki, then be careful is all I can say. He has the Raging Demon, you don't." Then she walked back up the stairs silently. Ryu stood up and looked down at his master's dead body. He grabbed his bag, took out a trophy with the words "Street Fighter Tournament, Winner: Ryu" and placed it next to his master. Getting up with his bag behind his shoulder, he walked out on a quest to find out what evil power took over him. He knew that only one person had all the answers.

Gouki, you killed my master. I will avenge his death… Wait for me…

[ E n d o f S t r e e t F I g h t e r 1 ( P a r t 1 ) ]