Three years after the King of the Iron Fist tournament…
Jin had moved to Osaka, Japan from Australia a week after to train harder than before for the next tournament and fight against Hwoarang like they both agreed. He also moved to Japan in hopes of creating a plot to destroy his Mishima blood-line, but there was no sign of Kazuya or Heihachi. Heihachi was either up to something or his time was just up…
Since Hwoarang defeated Heihachi, the Mishima Zaibatsu was given to him like Heihachi promised. Somehow, he was dismissed from his SpecOps division in Korea and lived off the Zaibatsu's profits. His office was near the top of the huge building and was decorated with pictures and small figurines, and a secretary, Miss. Yuki, waiting outside at her desk. Hwoarang was swiveling back and forth in his black leather executive chair, waiting for something to do. Heihachi hadn't called up another tournament, surprisingly enough, to try and win the Zaibatsu back. No word from Jin either, even though he knew he was in Osaka. "Maybe Jin knows where Heihachi is." He leaned over his desk to a small speaker and pressed a button. "Miss. Yuki, can you connect me to a Jin Kazama residing in Osaka?" A polite voice responded. "Sure, Mr. Hwoarang.. I'll boot up the network right away." He leaned back in his chair and grinned." I love being properly addressed…" He jumped from his chair with a huge smile on his face and unleashed punches and lightning fast kicks. He jumped in front of a mirror and struck a finishing pose. "yeah!" he hollered "I'm so great!" The speaker came on again. "Mr. Hwoarang, we have been connected to Jin Kazama ." "Good, put him on the speaker phone please." "yes , sir." The speaker clicked, then clicked again. "Hello?" a Japanese-accented voice questioned. "Jin, it's been three years since we last talked…are you still mad at me for whooping your butt?" Hwoarang laughed. "Hwoarang! How did you get my number? My location in Osaka was supposed to be a secret." "Computer network, my friend." Hwoarang sat on the desk. "Hwoarang, why are you calling me, to brag for the thousandth time?" "No, why'd you think that?" " Two-hundred e-mails, Hwoarang, I can't even stand to see your e-mail address anymore, let alone your face." " I see, but I've only called to ask you if you've seen or heard anything from that old fart of yours, have you?" "No, I haven't seen or heard anything from Heihachi, why don't you just use your 'computer network'?" " Very funny, Kazama…Do you think he's still alive?" "Not that I care; but I've been on a search for my father, there is no use in looking for an old man of such an age." "Wait…you said you were looking for your old man, Kazuya?" "Yes." "why? I doubt if you'll find him." " I want to get rid of my Mishima blood-line; I must get rid of Kazuya and his devil genes…he might pass them on to the wrong person." "Well, good luck, 'cause not even the G-corporation could find him anymore." "There has to be a why to lure him out…" " If we knew where Heihachi was, the we could force him to call another tournament. That could do it." Jin was silent for a moment. " I got it!" "wait!" But it was too late, Jin hung up on Hwoarang. Hwoarang sat down on his chair and propped his feet on the desk. "what is he up to?"