A/N: Hey guys! So I was glad that you guys actually reviewed so soon, so I decided to post another chapter in the same day. Enjoy, and don't forget to tell me what you think! Jun takes on Feng Wei and Miguel in this chapter, but it also features Asuka and Lili :)

Above the stadium sat a viewing window in which contestants could watch the current matches taking place that day in the arena. Currently, Asuka Kazama sat here with her tag partner Lili Rochefort. They had just won their first match in the tournament against the team of Violet and Combot. Violet struck Asuka as a peculiar man who was perhaps a bit too passionate about robots. Not to mention he was apparently intent on testing them even if they weren't proficient enough in combat yet to take Asuka down, or even pose a threat.

"Asuka?"

She was snapped out of her thoughts as her partner suddenly addressed her, "Yeah?"

"Isn't that the man who hurt your father down there?"

Asuka looked down at the arena and a glare instantly etched her features. Indeed, the ferocious kenpo master was getting into his stance. His face, as usual, looked intensely serious. It seemed Feng Wei always looked like this; in fact, the only time he ever cracked any kind of smile was when it was at the expense of others. Asuka really hated this guy.

Behind him stood a very tall Spanish looking man. Asuka recognized this man as well from the previous tournament. She had encountered him in what appeared to be an urban war zone during Jin's reign of terror. He had claimed to be part of a "Resistance" against the Mishima Zaibatsu, which was also started with the help of that Korean biker guy. Despite his claims however, Asuka could see that he held a deeper grudge for Jin personally. She neither knew nor cared about the details of this hatred, but realized that this man's anger had caused him to fight carelessly. She used this to her advantage and was able to defeat him.

And then there was their opponent. The first thing that struck Asuka about the woman across from Feng and the Spanish man was that she was fighting alone. Asuka had to admit that she respected that, especially since she didn't seem worried at all. In fact, the woman's expression was one of complete calmness and determination. It was inspiring to the young Osakan, but stubborn as she was, Asuka wouldn't admit that particular statement out loud to Lili until she saw the outcome of this match. So without further ado, she cast her thoughts aside and got ready to watch the fight intently.

Down below, Jun assumed her new fighting stance. When she was in seclusion, Jun realized that although Kazama style self-defense was notorious for being able to direct any fight towards your favor, it still wasn't a balanced style. The style lacked an offensive element, because it was almost entirely based on waiting for your opponent to make a mistake. Perhaps it was the events in her life, or perhaps it was the devil gene, but Jun began longing to be a more aggressive fighter. She wanted to balance a good defense with a good offense, and so she started developing her own unique style that utilized both. She did keep some of her old moves in her repertoire though, mainly her Demon Slayer and White Heron Dance, both of which were extremely useful due to their force and unpredictability respectively. Jun felt confident that this match was hers.

She then took a moment to examine her opponents. The man starting off the match for the team looked Chinese if Jun had to guess and seemed very determined, and yet there was something about his features that seemed more familiar to her on a personal level. His eyes were eager and his breathing the slightest bit elevated. He looked like he couldn't wait to fight because he hadn't had a real challenge in a long time. Although his expression was very serious, Jun could plainly see how arrogant this man was in his abilities.

It reminded her slightly of Kazuya.

The man behind her, on the other hand, wasn't as good at concealing his arrogance. He reeked of it; everything from his lazy posture to the uninterested look on his face bothered Jun. There was a difference between arrogance and someone being flat out rude, and this man was a prime example of such a person. He clearly had no respect, and he would pay dearly for it.

"Fight!"

The crowd started cheering loudly. After hearing the announcer's words, the Chinese man suddenly lunged forward with his palm outstretched, intent and connecting it with Jun's abdomen. Quickly, she simply stepped aside and grabbed his arm, twisting it sharply and forcing him the ground. As she had predicted, the Chinese man opted to roll away from her and create some distance, but Jun wouldn't allow it. Now it was her time to go on the attack.

She charged at the man with great speed, but then decided to stop short, baiting him out as he attempted to block an attack that never came. Jun then instead decided on sidestepping into the foreground, at the same time raising her leg and bringing her heel down straight on the man's skull. The man grunted loudly, but to Jun's surprise, didn't lose his footing.

He's resilient.

Taking her mere seconds of surprise as an opening, the man suddenly got up and body checked Jun with his large upper body. Jun flew a fair distance away. It felt as if a huge piece of concrete had been slammed into her at an alarmingly fast rate. The man's upper body strength alone was formidable, and there would be no easy way to counter someone who wasn't actually using his limbs to attack. Taking this into consideration, Jun rolled into the foreground again to avoid the Chinese man's follow up jump kick and hit him with her demon slayer. As she anticipated, he went soaring into the air helplessly. Jun then readied one of her new stances that she dubbed "Izumo", and gracefully juggled the powerless fighter in the air with her strikes for a good 7 seconds before finally kicking him away.

The crowd was going wild at this point. Above the arena, Asuka just sat in her chair speechless while Lili couldn't help but chuckle to herself. For as long as she had known Asuka, which was coming up on 2 years now, the proud Japanese fighter had never once admitted to someone being a better fighter than her. And yet here she sat, mouth agape and eyes widening by the second. Lili had never seen this side of Asuka and it was entertaining, to say the least.

Back in the arena, the now broken Chinese kenpo practitioner had managed to tag in his partner, the arrogant Spaniard known as Miguel. Jun knew this man couldn't wait to get into the fight, and thus, as she'd be taught since childhood to do, waited for him to make an attack so she could counter him. Sure enough, Miguel launched at her with a simple right hook, which Jun easily dodged by ducking under him. At the same time, she hit him with one of her leg cutters, causing the Spaniard to lose his balance slightly. As he tried to regain his footing, Jun began her White Heron Dance. Before he even knew what was supposed to be blocking, Jun's heel had already connected with his jaw.

Miguel flew down to the ground with a hard thunk. Instead of pursuing the man, Jun had allowed him to rise back to his feet. She wanted him to think he was in control of the fight, even though it was obvious he was anything but. Instead of charging back towards her however, Miguel just stood in front of her for a moment, rubbing his jaw and smirking.

"You fight like that girl I faced while I was in the Resistance. Charming, but your little dance gets predictable, no?"

Jun didn't let her expression falter, but her mind was now curious as to who this "girl" was. She didn't know anyone else from her family still alive that still carried on her family's fighting style, except for perhaps Jin and her older brother, both of whom were certainly not girls.

"It is advantageous when used sparingly. Now, enough words. Come."

Miguel raised his fists, thus actually having a 'stance' for the first time in the fight, "If you insist. But I'll warn you right now – I'm not going down as easily as Feng did. Unlike most of the people here, I'm not letting anything stop me until I have Jin Kazama's head."

Jun allowed herself to furrow her brow slightly while still retaining her stance, "You seek to kill my s- Jin? Why?"

The Spaniard's smug grin finally left his face, and it was replaced by a look of sorrow, "The bastard took away the only family I had left. He killed my sister without a second thought and at least a hundred others." A tear escaped his eye, surprising Jun a little, "What kind of sick man blows up a church?"

Seeing Miguel lower his head and clench his fists tighter at his sides, Jun felt the familiar pang of guilt strike her for the first time since she had stepped foot in the arena. She realized that Miguel's arrogance wasn't just a natural quality – it was the result of what she guessed were many hardships he had to face and overcome alone. And this woman, his sister, was the only thing that kept him going through those hardships. But then one day, it all vanished thanks to Jin. Thanks to her son.

Strong as she was, Jun's emotions still didn't make themselves known on the outside but there was now an inner turmoil stirring inside her. She needed to defeat Miguel, she knew that, but she also knew that by doing so she would be burning the very bridge that the Spaniard hoped to cross in order to get his revenge.

She closed her eyes, "Revenge is never the answer, Miguel. Think of what your sister would say. The question you need to ask yourself is who do you wish to please more? Your sister or yourself?"

She knew that her words would strike a chord with the man. Those who have thoughts of revenge don't simply stop having them at the urging of someone else. They are blinded by hatred, and will go to the ends of the earth in order to achieve retribution.

Again, Jun's thoughts drifted to Kazuya.

But she was suddenly jarred from her thoughts when Miguel yelled at the top of his lungs, "You don't know what it's like! No one does! He needs to pay! You won't stand in my way you stupid woman!"

Without further ado, Miguel charged towards Jun, who was looking at him now with sympathy. Despite this however, she easily dodged his reckless flurry of punches he sent her before finally catching one of his arms and holding him into submission.

"I know what it's like..." Jun said softly as she held the tall Spaniard under her weight. "But you can't beat me until you let go of your thirst for vengeance. You must find a more honorable reason to fight."

Miguel roared and stood up with Jun still on his back. He used his free are to grab her collar and throw her across the arena. She landed on her side painfully, but kept her eyes on Miguel, who was again charging towards her. He was aiming to kick her while she was down in the abdomen, so Jun instinctively managed to grab his foot and twist it first. He fell painfully on his back. As he was getting up, Jun quickly grabbed his arm and his head and tossed him into the air – her Falling Rain throw. Miguel, just like Feng, was rendered helpless in the air as Jun once again used her Izumo technique on him.

He landed painfully on his stomach and groaned loudly. The crowd, having become restless during their conversation, was once again cheering loudly knowing Jun had won this fight.

"The winner is, Unknown!"

The crowd became even louder, but Jun finally let down her walls and frowned. Even though Miguel was clearly defeated, he began struggling to get to his feet before collapsing again. He managed to make it to his hands and knees as Jun knelt down beside him and rubbed his back gently.

"I'm sorry..." she began. "I know you don't believe me, but I do know how you feel. You must be patient if you wish to be at peace with what happened to your sister. Focus on bettering yourself before you become concerned with others. Goodbye, Miguel."

The poor man just sighed in frustration as Jun got up and left the arena. She felt bad, but she couldn't let her emotions get the best of her this time. She needed to make it to Jin, Heihachi and Kazuya no matter what the cost.

Above the arena, Asuka had somewhat recovered from her shock during the fight and now seemed to be pondering something.

"You know", said Lili, "I must say that in the 45 minutes that have just passed you seemed like a completely different person, Asuka. It was quite entertaining."

Asuka scoffed at her, "Shut it. Didn't you notice why?"

Lili shook her head, "She's a very good fighter but I don't believe she could beat us. And it isn't like you to be amazed by someone else's skills."

Asuka just sighed, "She fights like me. That woman knows Kazama-Style Self Defense somehow, but my grandparents are both dead and Jin is my only cousin. And he only has that maniac Kazuya left in his life now."

She stood up and placed her hand on the glass, "Not only that, but the way she fights is so...elegant. It's like she can do what I can, but with so much more grace. I just don't understand it, and it's frustrating me. I don't even know her name."

Lili looked up at Asuka with her eyebrow quirked, "What about Jin's mother?"

The Osakan walked away from the window towards the exit, "Well, my father told me that he had a sister that was 6 years younger than him, but he also told me she died twenty years ago. And considering the fact that he just turned 50, you'd have to be crazy to think that woman was 44. She doesn't even look much older than me."

Lili stood up as well, following Asuka out the door and towards their hotel, "You're right. She sure is mysterious isn't she? Maybe we can get some answers when we face her in a match."

Asuka nodded, "Something tells me I'm really gonna need your help when that happens."