VROOOOOMM. A truck rolls past the shabby looking restaurant on its way out
of Chinatown.
Law looks on from the window above in his dojo, student less for sometime
now.
BANG, BANG, BANG.
Three quick raps on the door below startled Law, who was gazing into the starlit sky. His gaze averted to the man now screeching off on a bike.
He leaped off the windowsill and ran downstairs to investigate the damage. When he reached the door he was nursing a cramp in his side.
"OHHH" he let out in pain.
He had reverted to a life of alcohol after losing to King in the last tournament and had not kept his body in tune anymore.
On close inspection there was nothing wrong with the door.
But his eyes were now fixed on the white envelope with the red edging. He had seen this before.
"But how?" he said to himself. "How could it be?!?"
It was the envelope that carried the last four official entries to the King of Iron Fist Tournament. He stooped over and in a single flick of his hand he grabbed the envelope.
"You have been officially invited to attend the King of Iron Fist Tournament 5........................" he read aloud as if to confirm with someone.
A grin now grew across his face and spread from ear to ear.
He now laughed heartedly, something he hadn't done in some time now.
After he defeated Heihachi in the quarterfinals, Heihachi had sworn Law would never compete in the tournament again.
But now, through some miracle, he can compete again.
"But How?" he repeated.
"No." he thought to himself. "Train now. ASK LATER"
And so began the vigorous training that used to be Laws life.
BANG, BANG, BANG.
Three quick raps on the door below startled Law, who was gazing into the starlit sky. His gaze averted to the man now screeching off on a bike.
He leaped off the windowsill and ran downstairs to investigate the damage. When he reached the door he was nursing a cramp in his side.
"OHHH" he let out in pain.
He had reverted to a life of alcohol after losing to King in the last tournament and had not kept his body in tune anymore.
On close inspection there was nothing wrong with the door.
But his eyes were now fixed on the white envelope with the red edging. He had seen this before.
"But how?" he said to himself. "How could it be?!?"
It was the envelope that carried the last four official entries to the King of Iron Fist Tournament. He stooped over and in a single flick of his hand he grabbed the envelope.
"You have been officially invited to attend the King of Iron Fist Tournament 5........................" he read aloud as if to confirm with someone.
A grin now grew across his face and spread from ear to ear.
He now laughed heartedly, something he hadn't done in some time now.
After he defeated Heihachi in the quarterfinals, Heihachi had sworn Law would never compete in the tournament again.
But now, through some miracle, he can compete again.
"But How?" he repeated.
"No." he thought to himself. "Train now. ASK LATER"
And so began the vigorous training that used to be Laws life.