It had been a hell of a day and Kenta Kuzuryuu was physically and emotionally tired. He had spent the entire morning and late afternoon negotiating what to do about the death of his daughter.
Natsumi...
She was his youngest child, full of life and fire. She had never backed down from an argument or fight, and if she didn't like someone, they/knew/ it.
And some little /nothing/ reserve course brat had snuffed out her flame.
He would see to it that the little bastard would /pay/.
As he and his wife Haruka were walking out of the office they saw the distraught face of his oldest child and heir, Fuyuhiko, and his hitwoman and tool, Peko Pekoyama.
He looked at his son, who now had a familiar flame in his eyes, and spoke two words.
"Finish it."