Disclaimer: I do not own Street Fighter.

AN: As mentioned earlier, this is a continuation of my Street Fight III: Aftermath fan-fiction. So, if you haven't read it yet, I suggest you do, before reading this one. And if you are going to read it anyway, well that's your call. Alright, here we go again…

Introduction

"It didn't have to be this way."

"No. This was the...only way. My journey has finally reached its end."

"Your journey?"

"Yes."

"I was like you once. Generations ago, I walked the same path as you have. I journeyed for ages, seeking an answer. For ages, I thought that the way was to help humanity. But my plan turned into ambition and thus my dream became...different."

"It is not wrong to try to help others. You just needed another chance."

"Heh, you are a warrior. A heart as strong as your strength. I watched your fight against the demon. You were near death, but you pulled through. It was for that woman, was it not?"

"Yes, it was."

"Thank you. Now I...truly......understand...the answer. You must...go. The island...won't last..."

"No. I must get you to safety."

"Even now...you would...seek to help...me? You truly...are the one. Let the remaining fighters...learn what you know now. And thank...you...for showing me."

"Live, Ryu.......Live......warrior.... "

Japan, unknown

Haaa!!!!!

Heee!!!!!

Two young boys were sparring with each other in the middle of a forest. The first had brownish blond hair and was wearing a purple karate gi. The other was younger with raven black hair, wearing a white gi with a few black markings on it. The two of them move with an amazing grace and skill. They ended with both of them backing away, still in stance. They then relaxed and bowed to each other.

"Well, that was a good warm-up, ne?"

The younger one simply nodded, "Hai."

His friend cocked an eyebrow, "Nervous?"

"A little."

"Me too. But don't worry. I'm sure we'll be just fine."

"I guess."

The blond boy put his arm around partner, "Don't worry. If worse comes to worse, I'll just call my dad and we can head home."

"I just fear that I may not do as well as my father."

"Don't worry. We've done well so far. By the time this is over, we'll be the best." A cocky grin flashed on his face.

"Okay. I guess. I'm worrying too much, huh?"

"That's right. But as I said, we'll be fine."

The blond haired boy then reached over and picked up two duffel bags. He tossed one over to his friend.

"So are you ready to face the world, Shinji?"

"Sure Mel. Time to learn the true meaning of the fight...on our own."

With that, both of them walked off, unaware of the challenges to come on their journey. Shinji and Mel Masters, sons of the two most legendary fighters in the world.

(AN: I wanted to keep the intro short, just as a way to start things off.)