Author's Note: In this chapter, Hwoarang's outfit is described as having the words "Baek" written on the back. However, in the game, it looks more like "maek." However since there is no such word as "maek" in the Korean Language, I'm assuming Namco intended for it to be "Baek" since the character that's pronounced with an "M" looks similar to that of the "B."
Chapter Two:
*~~=~~*
"Nice going, Jin." A Korean male commented sarcastically, pulling up a chair.
Jin ignored him.
"You know what, normally, I'd beat you up for yelling at a lady. But I'm not going to do that today otherwise I'd look just as horrible as you just did." He paused. "And I don't want to look any worse than my rival...if that's even possible."
"Shut up Hwoarang."
"Jin, you're not my mother." Hwoarang replied. "I'm going to go tell that girl that a slime like you is isn't worth her time."
Hwoarang quickly got up and walked passed the now empty line for dinner and grabbed a butter roll. He too exited the dining hall and jogged down the hall toward the rooms. Halfway through, he made out the figure of the Native American girl.
"Hey you!" He called.
She spun around and looked at him.
Hwoarang jogged to catch up to her. "Don't let Kazama get to you. He's always in a pissed off mood."
"I could tell." Julia replied.
"I didn't catch your name. I'm Hwoarang, and you are...?"
"Julia Chang."
"Ah...the daughter of Michelle Chang I take it?" Hwoarang asked, throwing her the roll he had picked up on the way.
She caught the roll. "Yeah, that's right. How did you know?"
Hwoarang grinned. "I have my ways."
Julia smiled. Hwoarang was wearing a customary Tae Kwon Do outfit with the Korean characters "Baek" on the back. His hair was a vivid red shade and he looked like the humorous, yet persistent type. He was definitely easier to open up to than Jin Kazama.
"So why are you in the tournament?" Hwoarang asked while Julia took a small bite of the roll.
She swallowed. "I'm hoping to find out what happened to my mother. She had a pendant the was the key to an ancient Native American treasure...supposedly Heihachi wanted it in the second tournament. In hopes of finding out why Heihachi originally sought out the pendent, she left. She never returned. She may have been another victim of the God of Fighting...but only Heihachi Mishima knows the truth."
Hwoarang nodded. "My teacher, Baek Do San, fell victim to the God of Fighting...I'm here to avenge him." He paused for a few seconds. "And defeat Jin Kazama."
Julia looked at him curiously. "Why do you want to defeat Jin?"
"Every time I had fought, I was always victorious. I fought against Jin but could only manage a draw." Hwoarang smiled boyishly. "I guess it's pride."
Julia nodded.
"But hey, if you ever need back up against Jin, just call for me, OK?"
Julia laughed. "Sure. Thanks Hwoarang."
Hwoarang winked at her. "Anything for a lady."
Julia nearly leaped out of her bed. She walked to the bathroom and washed her face with shaky hands. She took a plush, white, towel and wiped her face. She realized it was only a dream, but the reality of it frightened her. She was waiting on the cliff, as she had done before entering the tournament, when suddenly she saw Michelle walking back. Dashing down the cliff, she ran to her mother and embraced Michelle. But when she pulled away from her mother's arms, her mother was gone. She recalled looking around until she looked at the desert sands and saw smooth, white, objects buried within: bones. Then Julia had looked at her hands and saw rich, warm, blood. Julia shook her head and flopped back on the bed, now wide awake. She could swear that the scent of blood was present and her shoulders heaved and trembled a bit. Soon after calming herself down and assuring herself that it was just a dream, she checked the time. The digital clock read 6:42 AM. Julia sighed, realizing she would not be able to sleep anytime soon. She changed out of her boxer shorts and tank top and into a red sports bra with matching red jeans. She put a short sleeved, translucent red mesh shirt. She put a band in her hair, tied her hair up in a ponytail, and then tightened portions of the ponytail so that it made her look more like a Native American. Slipping on some tennis shoes, she soon made her way out of her room, taking the keys with her as she left. She walked down the winding halls and made her way outside after several minutes of walking. The crisp air of Japan's morning brushed up against her cheeks and she let out a sigh. She saw cherry-blossoms blooming in the distance and walked in their direction. While she walked slowly around the mystical cherry blossoms, she noticed that there was a dojo hidden within the sakuras. She could hear the faint sound of feet hitting the floor and the voice of a male fighting. She edged closer to the dojo and looked inside. Sure enough, Jin Kazama was practicing within the darkened dojo. Almost immediately after she had looked inside, she quickly looked away and continued to walk on the path the cherry blossons cradled. Julia sighed as she inhaled the sweet scent of the cherry blossoms and walked through the garden of sakuras blissfully. Several minutes later, she heard water running nearby. She followed the sound of the current, straying off the set path, and soon found a hidden creek whose water ran into a small, shallow, pond. Julia stood in awe of the gorgeous place hidden within the evil compound pf the Mishima's. She took of her shoes and rolled up her jeans, dipping her feet into the cold water and feeling the sensuous tides massage her feet. She closed her eyes and lifted her head up at the clouds, safety of the pond for several minutes. Hidden away from the sakuras, in it's own little clearing, was a placid place like this. It was like a fragment of heaven... she was sure her mother would've liked it here. She opened her eyes and was met with a beautiful periwinkle sky along with puffy, happy-go-lucky clouds. At that moment, she realized that it was probably nearing 7:30 AM. She took her feet out of the water and let them dry for several minutes. After she was sure they were dry, she put her shoes and sock on and ran out of the enchanted clearing.
"Julia! Sit here!" Xioayu's cheerful voice yelled.
Julia smiled as she took her tray over too Xioayu's table. "Hey."
"Where were you this morning? I couldn't find you in your room!" Xiaoyu exclaimed with a frown. Today she was wearing what appeared to be her school uniform: a navy blue plaid skirt with a neatly tucked in blouse. She wore a matching navy blue plaid bow on her shirt and aqua color wrist guards.
"I just took a walk outside." Julia replied.
"Well next time invite me!"
Julia smiled. "Okay sure."
"Sure what?" A familiar voice asked above Julia's head. Julia looked up and saw Hwoarang.
"I just promised to invite Xiaoyu to go walking outside with me in the mornings." Julia explained.
"Oh. I see." Hwoarang said as he set his tray down next to Julia. "You don't mind me sitting here, right?"
Julia shook her head. "Go ahead."
Today Hwoarang was looking very fashionable with a pair of olive green pants and a tucked in, tight-fitting grayish-blue tank top. Atop his fiery hair was a pair of trendy goggles. His wrists held wrist guards that were black with hints of blue.
"Who're you?" Xiaoyu asked.
"Hwoarang."
"Ling Xiaoyu." Xiaoyu said, introducing herself and holding out her hand. Hwoarang took it and they shook.
Julia turned to Xiaoyu. "I met Hwoarang yesterday."
"Yeah. Right after stupid Kazama yelled at her." Hwoarang added bitterly.
Xiaoyu hit Hwoarang lightly on the head. "Jin's not stupid! He's top in his class! He's also charming, handsome, and athletic."
Hwoarang rolled his eyes. "Yeah, whatever."
"Don't talk about Jin like that!"
"I already did!"
"Well stop!"
"Hello! He's my rival! I'm SUPPOSED to hate him."
"Well there's no way YOU'D beat him so there!"
"I already managed a draw against him!"
The two began to bicker. Julia cleared her throat, but the two didn't stop their argument. "GUYS!!!" She yelled.
The two stopped immediately, grumbled their apologies, and resumed eating their breakfast.
"The matches for today," The loudspeaker suddenly announced. "Eddy Gordo versus Paul Phoenix at 10:00 AM in the bamboo forest! Forest Law versus Jin Kazama at 3:00PM on the construction building! Anna Williams versus Julia Chang at 5:00 PM in the dojo! Finally, Hwoarang versus Panda at 6:00 PM in the bamboo forest!"
"Good luck, Julia!" Xiaoyu exclaimed.
"Thanks." Julia replied.
"What about me?" Hwoarang asked, mockingly.
Xiaoyu rolled her eyes. "Good luck, Hwoarang." She said monotonously.
"Thanks!" Hwoarang exclaimed, ignoring her tone.
"Whatever." Xiaoyu mumbled.
Julia could feel her blood pulse as the announcer proclaimed the start of the third match.
"Fight!"
Julia immediately started with a sweeping kick, knocking the scantily clad Anna Williams down to the floor. Once grounded, Julia jumped up and exerted her weight on her opponent, punching downward. Anna quickly rolled backward and lunged at Julia in a series of punches followed by a power technique: Blonde Bomb. Julia flew backward and cursed under her breath.
"Had enough?" Anna taunted.
"I just got started." Julia muttered. She crouched under Anna's next kick and followed up with a vertical Skyscraper Kick. Once in the air, Julia swept her leg in a roundhouse kick, followed that with several punches and welcomed the falling adversary with a Suplex throw. As the brunette was rising, Julia immediately extended both arms forward with extra power which forced Anna to roll back several times. Anna dashed forward in hopes of overwhelming Julia, but Julia read the attack and quickly grabbed Anna by her arms, following this up with a technique she had made herself: Mad Axes. Julia punched her opponent in the face while still grabbing her arms, punched her neck downward and finally punched back up, releasing Anna and knocking her to the ground. Anna lifted her stomach up, in hopes of rising again, but she found she could not and stayed on the floor, wracked with pain.
"Julia Chang wins!" The announcer's voice boomed.
"GO JULIA!" Xiaoyu cheered from the crowd.
Julia went down on one knee and posed with a prayer stance. Upon exiting the stage, she was greeted by her friend, Xiaoyu.
"You really kicked her butt!" Xiaoyu exclaimed.
"Thanks!" Julia replied.
Xiaoyu looked to the ground and began digging her toe in the dirt. "Um, what was that about Jin yelling at you?" She asked softly.
Julia was taken aback briefly. "Oh that..." Julia replied. "It's nothing huge...Jin just yelled at me yesterday in the dining hall."
"Jin's not a bad person." Xiaoyu whispered. "He really can be nice! I guess he's gone through a lot. Besides, everyone's always spreading these nasty rumors about his father...you know?"
Julia thought for a minute. She knew only too well. After the disappearance of skilled fighters due to the "God of Fighting," her mother had been suspected since she wore the pendant that Heihachi, the one who RELEASED the demon, had wanted. Rumors began to spread throughout the tribe and even Julia had been suspected since she was a relative of Michelle. Upon Michelle's disappearance, Julia had been pitied more than hated, but the sting of having her friends doubt her was still fresh in her mind.
"I heard Jin used to be really happy until he was around fifteen years old. I guess I shouldn't spread rumors but I strongly believe that Jin isn't a mean person by nature, just by his experiences." Xiaoyu said.
Julia sighed. "I guess so..."
Xiaoyu smiled nervously. "But hey, what do I know?"
"No, you're right...maybe I'm not being open-minded. But what can I say to him?"
Julia made yet another turn in the hallway. "Why does this damn place have to be so big?"
She let out an exasperated sigh as she turned again for what seemed to be the millionth time. She went down another series of stairs, passed two more corners and ran down the hallway. "NOW where do I go?" She ran down the end of the hall and was about to run down the stairs when a case of a beautiful woman's picture caught her eye.
"In Loving Memory of Jun Kazama" the title read. Julia peered into the case and saw a picture of a lovely Japanese woman wearing a beautiful long white dress and simple white shoes. Her hair had a white headband with several strands of hair flowing on her forehead. She wasn't smiling, but she looked gorgeous; like a mysterious movie star or something. She had a dainty figure and it shocked Julia to know that she had actually been a fighter. Her eyes were looked like they knew something that no one could ever comprehend. Even through the photograph of Jun, it seemed as though she was reading Julia mind, heart, and soul. It was almost as if she was psychic. Those deep, black eyes which seemed to understand everything yet close itself off from others. Secretive eyes that looked like...
The sudden sound of a doorknob being turned jerked Julia back into the real world. She quickly dashed down around the corner and melted into the shadows of the stairway, slowly beginning to walk away when she suddenly heard a familiar male voice.
"Mother..."
Julia bit her tongue to stop her from gasping out loud. She knew who had arrived. The one who bore those strangely super-attentive eyes: Jin Kazama. There was the sound of a light pitter-patter on the wooden floor, which indicated Jin's departure. The sound of the shuffling of feet grew more and more distant and told Julia that Jin had gone away. After several seconds of waiting a bit more, Julia emerged from the darkness and looked once again at Jun Kazama. She cocked her head and looked at the same picture at a different angle. There was a slight resemblance of Jin in Jun, but Julia couldn't exactly link Jin's facial features to that of Jun Kazama's. Jun had a soft, delicate face. Although there was the look of determination, there was more a placid and angelic feel to Jun's face. Jin on the other hand, though he had inherited Jun's eyes and her image of determination, had more of a sharp face. Who was his father again? Xiaoyu had told her earlier, she remembered that. Was it Kazuya Mishima? Yes, that was it: Kazuya Mishima. Julia made her way down the wooden stairs again and tried to picture what Kazuya Mishima had once looked like.
Chapter Two:
*~~=~~*
"Nice going, Jin." A Korean male commented sarcastically, pulling up a chair.
Jin ignored him.
"You know what, normally, I'd beat you up for yelling at a lady. But I'm not going to do that today otherwise I'd look just as horrible as you just did." He paused. "And I don't want to look any worse than my rival...if that's even possible."
"Shut up Hwoarang."
"Jin, you're not my mother." Hwoarang replied. "I'm going to go tell that girl that a slime like you is isn't worth her time."
Hwoarang quickly got up and walked passed the now empty line for dinner and grabbed a butter roll. He too exited the dining hall and jogged down the hall toward the rooms. Halfway through, he made out the figure of the Native American girl.
"Hey you!" He called.
She spun around and looked at him.
Hwoarang jogged to catch up to her. "Don't let Kazama get to you. He's always in a pissed off mood."
"I could tell." Julia replied.
"I didn't catch your name. I'm Hwoarang, and you are...?"
"Julia Chang."
"Ah...the daughter of Michelle Chang I take it?" Hwoarang asked, throwing her the roll he had picked up on the way.
She caught the roll. "Yeah, that's right. How did you know?"
Hwoarang grinned. "I have my ways."
Julia smiled. Hwoarang was wearing a customary Tae Kwon Do outfit with the Korean characters "Baek" on the back. His hair was a vivid red shade and he looked like the humorous, yet persistent type. He was definitely easier to open up to than Jin Kazama.
"So why are you in the tournament?" Hwoarang asked while Julia took a small bite of the roll.
She swallowed. "I'm hoping to find out what happened to my mother. She had a pendant the was the key to an ancient Native American treasure...supposedly Heihachi wanted it in the second tournament. In hopes of finding out why Heihachi originally sought out the pendent, she left. She never returned. She may have been another victim of the God of Fighting...but only Heihachi Mishima knows the truth."
Hwoarang nodded. "My teacher, Baek Do San, fell victim to the God of Fighting...I'm here to avenge him." He paused for a few seconds. "And defeat Jin Kazama."
Julia looked at him curiously. "Why do you want to defeat Jin?"
"Every time I had fought, I was always victorious. I fought against Jin but could only manage a draw." Hwoarang smiled boyishly. "I guess it's pride."
Julia nodded.
"But hey, if you ever need back up against Jin, just call for me, OK?"
Julia laughed. "Sure. Thanks Hwoarang."
Hwoarang winked at her. "Anything for a lady."
Julia nearly leaped out of her bed. She walked to the bathroom and washed her face with shaky hands. She took a plush, white, towel and wiped her face. She realized it was only a dream, but the reality of it frightened her. She was waiting on the cliff, as she had done before entering the tournament, when suddenly she saw Michelle walking back. Dashing down the cliff, she ran to her mother and embraced Michelle. But when she pulled away from her mother's arms, her mother was gone. She recalled looking around until she looked at the desert sands and saw smooth, white, objects buried within: bones. Then Julia had looked at her hands and saw rich, warm, blood. Julia shook her head and flopped back on the bed, now wide awake. She could swear that the scent of blood was present and her shoulders heaved and trembled a bit. Soon after calming herself down and assuring herself that it was just a dream, she checked the time. The digital clock read 6:42 AM. Julia sighed, realizing she would not be able to sleep anytime soon. She changed out of her boxer shorts and tank top and into a red sports bra with matching red jeans. She put a short sleeved, translucent red mesh shirt. She put a band in her hair, tied her hair up in a ponytail, and then tightened portions of the ponytail so that it made her look more like a Native American. Slipping on some tennis shoes, she soon made her way out of her room, taking the keys with her as she left. She walked down the winding halls and made her way outside after several minutes of walking. The crisp air of Japan's morning brushed up against her cheeks and she let out a sigh. She saw cherry-blossoms blooming in the distance and walked in their direction. While she walked slowly around the mystical cherry blossoms, she noticed that there was a dojo hidden within the sakuras. She could hear the faint sound of feet hitting the floor and the voice of a male fighting. She edged closer to the dojo and looked inside. Sure enough, Jin Kazama was practicing within the darkened dojo. Almost immediately after she had looked inside, she quickly looked away and continued to walk on the path the cherry blossons cradled. Julia sighed as she inhaled the sweet scent of the cherry blossoms and walked through the garden of sakuras blissfully. Several minutes later, she heard water running nearby. She followed the sound of the current, straying off the set path, and soon found a hidden creek whose water ran into a small, shallow, pond. Julia stood in awe of the gorgeous place hidden within the evil compound pf the Mishima's. She took of her shoes and rolled up her jeans, dipping her feet into the cold water and feeling the sensuous tides massage her feet. She closed her eyes and lifted her head up at the clouds, safety of the pond for several minutes. Hidden away from the sakuras, in it's own little clearing, was a placid place like this. It was like a fragment of heaven... she was sure her mother would've liked it here. She opened her eyes and was met with a beautiful periwinkle sky along with puffy, happy-go-lucky clouds. At that moment, she realized that it was probably nearing 7:30 AM. She took her feet out of the water and let them dry for several minutes. After she was sure they were dry, she put her shoes and sock on and ran out of the enchanted clearing.
"Julia! Sit here!" Xioayu's cheerful voice yelled.
Julia smiled as she took her tray over too Xioayu's table. "Hey."
"Where were you this morning? I couldn't find you in your room!" Xiaoyu exclaimed with a frown. Today she was wearing what appeared to be her school uniform: a navy blue plaid skirt with a neatly tucked in blouse. She wore a matching navy blue plaid bow on her shirt and aqua color wrist guards.
"I just took a walk outside." Julia replied.
"Well next time invite me!"
Julia smiled. "Okay sure."
"Sure what?" A familiar voice asked above Julia's head. Julia looked up and saw Hwoarang.
"I just promised to invite Xiaoyu to go walking outside with me in the mornings." Julia explained.
"Oh. I see." Hwoarang said as he set his tray down next to Julia. "You don't mind me sitting here, right?"
Julia shook her head. "Go ahead."
Today Hwoarang was looking very fashionable with a pair of olive green pants and a tucked in, tight-fitting grayish-blue tank top. Atop his fiery hair was a pair of trendy goggles. His wrists held wrist guards that were black with hints of blue.
"Who're you?" Xiaoyu asked.
"Hwoarang."
"Ling Xiaoyu." Xiaoyu said, introducing herself and holding out her hand. Hwoarang took it and they shook.
Julia turned to Xiaoyu. "I met Hwoarang yesterday."
"Yeah. Right after stupid Kazama yelled at her." Hwoarang added bitterly.
Xiaoyu hit Hwoarang lightly on the head. "Jin's not stupid! He's top in his class! He's also charming, handsome, and athletic."
Hwoarang rolled his eyes. "Yeah, whatever."
"Don't talk about Jin like that!"
"I already did!"
"Well stop!"
"Hello! He's my rival! I'm SUPPOSED to hate him."
"Well there's no way YOU'D beat him so there!"
"I already managed a draw against him!"
The two began to bicker. Julia cleared her throat, but the two didn't stop their argument. "GUYS!!!" She yelled.
The two stopped immediately, grumbled their apologies, and resumed eating their breakfast.
"The matches for today," The loudspeaker suddenly announced. "Eddy Gordo versus Paul Phoenix at 10:00 AM in the bamboo forest! Forest Law versus Jin Kazama at 3:00PM on the construction building! Anna Williams versus Julia Chang at 5:00 PM in the dojo! Finally, Hwoarang versus Panda at 6:00 PM in the bamboo forest!"
"Good luck, Julia!" Xiaoyu exclaimed.
"Thanks." Julia replied.
"What about me?" Hwoarang asked, mockingly.
Xiaoyu rolled her eyes. "Good luck, Hwoarang." She said monotonously.
"Thanks!" Hwoarang exclaimed, ignoring her tone.
"Whatever." Xiaoyu mumbled.
Julia could feel her blood pulse as the announcer proclaimed the start of the third match.
"Fight!"
Julia immediately started with a sweeping kick, knocking the scantily clad Anna Williams down to the floor. Once grounded, Julia jumped up and exerted her weight on her opponent, punching downward. Anna quickly rolled backward and lunged at Julia in a series of punches followed by a power technique: Blonde Bomb. Julia flew backward and cursed under her breath.
"Had enough?" Anna taunted.
"I just got started." Julia muttered. She crouched under Anna's next kick and followed up with a vertical Skyscraper Kick. Once in the air, Julia swept her leg in a roundhouse kick, followed that with several punches and welcomed the falling adversary with a Suplex throw. As the brunette was rising, Julia immediately extended both arms forward with extra power which forced Anna to roll back several times. Anna dashed forward in hopes of overwhelming Julia, but Julia read the attack and quickly grabbed Anna by her arms, following this up with a technique she had made herself: Mad Axes. Julia punched her opponent in the face while still grabbing her arms, punched her neck downward and finally punched back up, releasing Anna and knocking her to the ground. Anna lifted her stomach up, in hopes of rising again, but she found she could not and stayed on the floor, wracked with pain.
"Julia Chang wins!" The announcer's voice boomed.
"GO JULIA!" Xiaoyu cheered from the crowd.
Julia went down on one knee and posed with a prayer stance. Upon exiting the stage, she was greeted by her friend, Xiaoyu.
"You really kicked her butt!" Xiaoyu exclaimed.
"Thanks!" Julia replied.
Xiaoyu looked to the ground and began digging her toe in the dirt. "Um, what was that about Jin yelling at you?" She asked softly.
Julia was taken aback briefly. "Oh that..." Julia replied. "It's nothing huge...Jin just yelled at me yesterday in the dining hall."
"Jin's not a bad person." Xiaoyu whispered. "He really can be nice! I guess he's gone through a lot. Besides, everyone's always spreading these nasty rumors about his father...you know?"
Julia thought for a minute. She knew only too well. After the disappearance of skilled fighters due to the "God of Fighting," her mother had been suspected since she wore the pendant that Heihachi, the one who RELEASED the demon, had wanted. Rumors began to spread throughout the tribe and even Julia had been suspected since she was a relative of Michelle. Upon Michelle's disappearance, Julia had been pitied more than hated, but the sting of having her friends doubt her was still fresh in her mind.
"I heard Jin used to be really happy until he was around fifteen years old. I guess I shouldn't spread rumors but I strongly believe that Jin isn't a mean person by nature, just by his experiences." Xiaoyu said.
Julia sighed. "I guess so..."
Xiaoyu smiled nervously. "But hey, what do I know?"
"No, you're right...maybe I'm not being open-minded. But what can I say to him?"
Julia made yet another turn in the hallway. "Why does this damn place have to be so big?"
She let out an exasperated sigh as she turned again for what seemed to be the millionth time. She went down another series of stairs, passed two more corners and ran down the hallway. "NOW where do I go?" She ran down the end of the hall and was about to run down the stairs when a case of a beautiful woman's picture caught her eye.
"In Loving Memory of Jun Kazama" the title read. Julia peered into the case and saw a picture of a lovely Japanese woman wearing a beautiful long white dress and simple white shoes. Her hair had a white headband with several strands of hair flowing on her forehead. She wasn't smiling, but she looked gorgeous; like a mysterious movie star or something. She had a dainty figure and it shocked Julia to know that she had actually been a fighter. Her eyes were looked like they knew something that no one could ever comprehend. Even through the photograph of Jun, it seemed as though she was reading Julia mind, heart, and soul. It was almost as if she was psychic. Those deep, black eyes which seemed to understand everything yet close itself off from others. Secretive eyes that looked like...
The sudden sound of a doorknob being turned jerked Julia back into the real world. She quickly dashed down around the corner and melted into the shadows of the stairway, slowly beginning to walk away when she suddenly heard a familiar male voice.
"Mother..."
Julia bit her tongue to stop her from gasping out loud. She knew who had arrived. The one who bore those strangely super-attentive eyes: Jin Kazama. There was the sound of a light pitter-patter on the wooden floor, which indicated Jin's departure. The sound of the shuffling of feet grew more and more distant and told Julia that Jin had gone away. After several seconds of waiting a bit more, Julia emerged from the darkness and looked once again at Jun Kazama. She cocked her head and looked at the same picture at a different angle. There was a slight resemblance of Jin in Jun, but Julia couldn't exactly link Jin's facial features to that of Jun Kazama's. Jun had a soft, delicate face. Although there was the look of determination, there was more a placid and angelic feel to Jun's face. Jin on the other hand, though he had inherited Jun's eyes and her image of determination, had more of a sharp face. Who was his father again? Xiaoyu had told her earlier, she remembered that. Was it Kazuya Mishima? Yes, that was it: Kazuya Mishima. Julia made her way down the wooden stairs again and tried to picture what Kazuya Mishima had once looked like.