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Prologue...
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I never knew my father. Doesn't really matter to me if I know him or not. The only thing I know is that the deadbeat left me to forage for myself at a very young age. Why he did that, I'll never know.
Did he hate me? I don't know. Do I hate him? I don't know...
From what Terry has told me, it was the same way that my father was raised. Learn to fend for yourself in youth, and you shall never know defeat or suffering as an elder... But yet Terry defeated him?
...Who cares about the elder years? I'm not even 21 yet...
I didn't start off wanting to be a fighter anyway, but nonetheless, Terry taught me how to scrap with the best of them. He was worried when he saw that I had the same attributes of my father. He often asked himself, "How did he learn Hakkyoukuseiken without ever being taught it?", but it must be in my blood.
My blood...
I noticed in my travels and during fighting that if my father actually was nearby, or if I were to get angry enough during battle, the blood in my veins would run hot. Not only that, but the power of Hakkyoukuseiken would become unstable as well. I learned that the last time I used the Raising Storm, one of my father's most potent and deadly techniques. After I performed the move, much to my own surprise at that, I watched in part- fascination, part-horror as my right hand became engulfed in a blue wispy flame... Not only that, but the energy that manifested in that hand... Well, it hurt. Badly. I grabbed the right wrist with my left hand to stifle the pain, and luckily, it subsided. It was then I realized that I would need more training, should I actually want to be able to control the awesome power of Hakkyoukuseiken.
Terry Bogard cannot teach me. His brother Andy, cannot as well.
There's only one man who can teach me how to control the deadly power of Hakkyoukuseiken...
That man, is Geese Howard.
Geese Howard is dead. Or so I've heard...
You want to know who I am?
Rock. Rock Howard. Geese's only son. Geese Howard's only son, who is hellbent on defeating him in battle one day. This is why I'm here. This is why I'm at the new tournament...
It's not about revenge. It's about...
...Time.
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At least he *knows* who- or what, he is...
I don't know what to call myself. I don't really even know if I'm alive, or a machine.
But that doesn't really matter, though, does it?
I have a story to tell... I'm a fighter, similar to Rock. But my story differs from his in many ways. His father left him, which is pretty heartbreaking, but with me, I don't even know if I was actually *born*.
You heard right.
From what little information I've gathered about myself, I seem to be a human machine. No, scratch that. A human weapon. My DNA is supposedly copied or mixed from another fighter that I've seen in battle two or three times. How they got his blood? I don't know. How did they inject it into me? I don't know. Hell, at this rate, I don't want to know. I do know, that I once worked for a corporation called NESTS.
I think I might've been an assassin...
No, I'm not Cammy White. Idiot...
At any rate, I left the secret organization of my own accord, but found out I wasn't very similar to everyone else. Why?
Not everyone else can control fire in one hand like I can.
It didn't attract stares (or women, for that matter), but it definitely helped when it came to fighting. I can't remember the last time I lost a battle. My victims- er, opponents had all said that I remind them of one man. Did I mention his name yet? If I haven't, I will now.
Kyo Kusanagi. They say I'm similar to Kyo Kusanagi. I don't take it as an insult, or anything of the like, because for all I know, I may *be* Kyo Kusanagi. Or at least a mere copy of him. What am *I* doing here? I'm here to find some truths as well.
First off, I want to help Rock find his father. Second, I want some answers regarding my existence from whomever is in control of the NESTS organzation. And third...
...I'd like to battle this Kyo Kusanagi character one day. So I could find out firsthand who's the clone. Me, or him.
Who am I?
I don't have a name. The NESTS organization never gave me one.
...But *I* did.
I call myself K.
Remember the name...
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End Prologue
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- How does K' and Rock Howard make it into the same story without there being total chaos and a huge conflict in storylines? Find out when I start writing this story. And it's my first writing venture into the Fatal Fury\KoF realm (not to mention, my first posted story in about a year), so take pity on me. lol -
Prologue...
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I never knew my father. Doesn't really matter to me if I know him or not. The only thing I know is that the deadbeat left me to forage for myself at a very young age. Why he did that, I'll never know.
Did he hate me? I don't know. Do I hate him? I don't know...
From what Terry has told me, it was the same way that my father was raised. Learn to fend for yourself in youth, and you shall never know defeat or suffering as an elder... But yet Terry defeated him?
...Who cares about the elder years? I'm not even 21 yet...
I didn't start off wanting to be a fighter anyway, but nonetheless, Terry taught me how to scrap with the best of them. He was worried when he saw that I had the same attributes of my father. He often asked himself, "How did he learn Hakkyoukuseiken without ever being taught it?", but it must be in my blood.
My blood...
I noticed in my travels and during fighting that if my father actually was nearby, or if I were to get angry enough during battle, the blood in my veins would run hot. Not only that, but the power of Hakkyoukuseiken would become unstable as well. I learned that the last time I used the Raising Storm, one of my father's most potent and deadly techniques. After I performed the move, much to my own surprise at that, I watched in part- fascination, part-horror as my right hand became engulfed in a blue wispy flame... Not only that, but the energy that manifested in that hand... Well, it hurt. Badly. I grabbed the right wrist with my left hand to stifle the pain, and luckily, it subsided. It was then I realized that I would need more training, should I actually want to be able to control the awesome power of Hakkyoukuseiken.
Terry Bogard cannot teach me. His brother Andy, cannot as well.
There's only one man who can teach me how to control the deadly power of Hakkyoukuseiken...
That man, is Geese Howard.
Geese Howard is dead. Or so I've heard...
You want to know who I am?
Rock. Rock Howard. Geese's only son. Geese Howard's only son, who is hellbent on defeating him in battle one day. This is why I'm here. This is why I'm at the new tournament...
It's not about revenge. It's about...
...Time.
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At least he *knows* who- or what, he is...
I don't know what to call myself. I don't really even know if I'm alive, or a machine.
But that doesn't really matter, though, does it?
I have a story to tell... I'm a fighter, similar to Rock. But my story differs from his in many ways. His father left him, which is pretty heartbreaking, but with me, I don't even know if I was actually *born*.
You heard right.
From what little information I've gathered about myself, I seem to be a human machine. No, scratch that. A human weapon. My DNA is supposedly copied or mixed from another fighter that I've seen in battle two or three times. How they got his blood? I don't know. How did they inject it into me? I don't know. Hell, at this rate, I don't want to know. I do know, that I once worked for a corporation called NESTS.
I think I might've been an assassin...
No, I'm not Cammy White. Idiot...
At any rate, I left the secret organization of my own accord, but found out I wasn't very similar to everyone else. Why?
Not everyone else can control fire in one hand like I can.
It didn't attract stares (or women, for that matter), but it definitely helped when it came to fighting. I can't remember the last time I lost a battle. My victims- er, opponents had all said that I remind them of one man. Did I mention his name yet? If I haven't, I will now.
Kyo Kusanagi. They say I'm similar to Kyo Kusanagi. I don't take it as an insult, or anything of the like, because for all I know, I may *be* Kyo Kusanagi. Or at least a mere copy of him. What am *I* doing here? I'm here to find some truths as well.
First off, I want to help Rock find his father. Second, I want some answers regarding my existence from whomever is in control of the NESTS organzation. And third...
...I'd like to battle this Kyo Kusanagi character one day. So I could find out firsthand who's the clone. Me, or him.
Who am I?
I don't have a name. The NESTS organization never gave me one.
...But *I* did.
I call myself K.
Remember the name...
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End Prologue
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- How does K' and Rock Howard make it into the same story without there being total chaos and a huge conflict in storylines? Find out when I start writing this story. And it's my first writing venture into the Fatal Fury\KoF realm (not to mention, my first posted story in about a year), so take pity on me. lol -