So this chapter's title comes courtesy of The Gazette or however they are stylizing their name these days! When I saw the song title I thought almost instantly of electricity and what do Jin and Heihachi have? Lightning and thunder! Okay that was lame and I apologize. Anyway this chapter is Jin-centric! It's kind of difficult telling a story from two sides but here I go! I'm gonna try! I would also like to point out if I haven't already that some of my inspiration for writing Heihachi the way he is in this comes from a fic by XMMishimaX. The Sword Maker Trilogy actually, it's an oldie but a goodie. Now that I think of it the inspiration for this chapter actually comes from one of her chapters in one of the stories in the trilogy. Can't recall which one off the top of my head but it might be The Quality of The Sword. Don't take my word for it though. In the chapter I'm thinking of in the trilogy, Jin is meditating before training and there's a candle lit and he does his form or also known as kata. I'm also going to apologize for not mentioning my muse in earlier chapters… I feel bad for forgetting about that. XMMishimaX's style of writing greatly influenced me and I want to give credit where credit is due. Thank you XMMishimaX! Now then enjoy the chapter and thanks for reading!

DISCHARGE

Before the youngest of the two Kazama siblings could open his eyes on his own he felt the blankets being yanked from him: it was done with such a great amount of force. Jin knew exactly who unsheathed him from the cocoon - and why they were doing it. The youth sat up calmly as the curtains of his room were flung open with the same force that ripped the warmth away from his body.

"Wake up… cub. Your training is to resume today. I want you ready and dressed in three minutes to meet me outside the hotel. There will be a limo waiting," The Mishima Elder declared in a stern fashion while slowly making his way to the door.

Jin rubbed his eyes and threaded his fingers through his unruly mane while trying to gain his wits for the day ahead.

"Where are we going grandfather? Doesn't the hotel have a gym we can use?" The younger brother asked groggily while trying to suppress a yawn. The last thing the youth wanted was to enrage his caretaker before training: he knew it would result in many painful bruises and aches.

The Mishima Patriarch slowly turned to face the Kazama, who was now moving to get his things ready. The Elder stared at the young man in a rather disinterested fashion before finally giving the youth an answer,

"We're going to a proper dojo, now hurry you have two minutes," Heihachi announced before leaving the room and heading to the lobby to sit in the limo awaiting his arrival.

The youngest Kazama rushed to grab all of the equipment he would need for practice. He knew he needed his black gi pants, the ones with the red flames on one leg, his shin and foot guards; also his gauntlets. Once those things were gathered and carefully packed into a gym bag, the youth quickly went to the bathroom to fashion his hair in the usual style he liked to wear.

Jin swiftly washed his face and teeth then dressed himself in simple jeans and a hooded jacket. Finally finished - the youth made his way to the door grabbing his sneakers while hastily putting the footwear on in the elevator.

Checking the clock in the lobby, Jin began to jog lightly to the glass revolving door, making it to the Zaibatsu limo outside just in time. The Kazama could feel his grandfather's eyes digging into his skin like sharpened daggers. Alas, he situated himself in the seat across from the elder.

The old man's stare was as hard as stone - full of displeasure and hostility as he eyed the young man sat opposite of him. The youth's appearance was not much to be desired, or one that he would consider to go hand in hand with a ward of the Mishima Zaibatsu, let alone the grandson of the CEO.

Heihachi's lips pursed in dissatisfaction as his eyes focused heavily on Jin and the offspring's choice of clothing. The youth wore jeans, sneakers, and a hooded zippered jacket: the offending article worn without a garment underneath. The Elder's eyes narrowed as he watched the cub settle himself for the ride to the dojo.

"You do realize I am not pleased with your attire," Heihachi murmured lowly to his grandson while tapping the window behind him, signaling to the driver they were ready to leave.

Jin glanced at his grandfather swiftly before averting his gaze to the limousine's carpeted black flooring as it began to pull away from the hotel. The youth wasn't sure how to appease the elder: instead he opted to bow his head in apology.

"I figured since we were training I could dress in a relaxed fashion... I didn't want to ruin a nice dress shirt with sweat, so I thought these clothes would be acceptable," The younger Kazama replied softly to his grandfather: he desperately hoped the older man would be understanding.

Heihachi's brow rose at the cub's response and a low yet deep scoff came from the back of his throat. The Elder quickly brought his arms to cross his enormous chest, his trademark posture; still glaring daggers at his grandson.

"You are representing the Mishima Family and our company. I expect you to look your best at all times... as well as being fully clothed." The Mishima Patriarch grumbled under his breath.

Jin glanced down at his attire. He found himself bare chested with his hooded jacket open - his toned physique on full display. The Kazama swiftly muttered an apology while zipping the open garment to cover the exposed flesh as he cursed to himself inwardly.

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The Zaibatsu limousine had finally arrived at it's predetermined destination. The Mishima Patriarch and his grandson exited the vehicle: once inside Jin made sure to quickly change into his training attire and begin his warm up while his grandfather changed into his own.

The young Kazama sat in the middle of the dojo's wooden floor with a candle flame flickering before him. Closing his eyes after a long moment of staring directly at the candle's frolicking light seemed to have the youth in a trance, in the state of mind to train, to lose himself in the art he practiced.

Breathing deeply and rising to his feet, the Kazama youth exhaled slowly as his eyes opened. There wasn't a shred of emotion in them; they were focused purely on the task at hand, warming and stretching his body. The young man began slowly moving his body with his arms making gradual movements, his feet doing the same. Forming and flowing into stance and executing combinations of punches and kicks.

Jin proceeded with his dance in earnest with great ease as sparks of lightning snapped and crackled along his fists, biceps, and lower extremities. Controlled shallow breaths and low grunts could be heard echoing as he reached the prime of his fluctuating yet steady-going movements.

After reaching the final combination of unwavering fluid motions Jin Kazama stood stone still - letting the energy his aura kicked up flow through his body and dissipate. Once the youth felt grounded firmly back into reality, he bowed and relinquished the light from the candle.

"Well done Jin. You're improving and showing great promise," Came the Elder Mishima's voice from behind, his feet making heavy sounding footfalls on the creaking wooden flooring, the frayed edges of his faded black gi snapping along with each step he took.

Jin turned to face his grandfather - bowing low and steady in respect of the older man. He held the bow for an extended moment before Heihachi told him to stand at ease.

"Thank you grandfather. It means a lot to hear those words spoken from you," The younger Kazama responded, keeping his posture straight and stiff, keeping his focus from earlier engaged.

Heihachi stood before the cub - adjusting the wraps around his wrapped wrists, while a cocky smirked formed on his wrinkled face. He was ready to show the youth the power of a Mishima in hopes that the promise the cub showed would come forth in the same tremendous strength: the aspiration forged Jin into a true Mishima and shape him in his own image.

"Today is the beginning of harnessing all that power in your blood boy. If you can go blow for blow with me you'll win the Iron Fist Tournament and continue the legacy of the Mishima," The patriarch laughed loudly while cracking his neck from side to side. The old man flexed his muscles beneath the fabric of his gi in preparation of the sparring match he was to have with his young protégé.

Jin did the same as his pedagogue by preparing his mind and body for the forthcoming match. The Kazama knew this would be a test to his resolve on entering and hosting the third Iron Fist Tournament. His reasoning was one only the man before him knew yet one that was kept secret from his dear older sister.

He knew that if Kazue had found out he was seeking revenge for their slain mother it would greatly upset her and she would disapprove. However, the younger brother viewed his training - as well as his hunger for gaining strength, along with his desire for vengeance, as necessary as eating, sleeping, and breathing.

The youthful male with focused eyes quickly fell into his stance, he was ready for battle with the only living Patriarch of his family and his teacher. Everything up to this point was relying on proving his mettle in hand to hand combat, even more so on showing he was ready to take on the creature that took his mother from him and his sister.

All the Kazama could hear was his steady breathing echoing in his ears as everything around him seem to fall into a slowed state of focus. Jin's vigilantly narrowed eyes gazed at the Patriarch as the old man's fist launched at him. The time had come and there was no longer a need for words, with relative ease Jin Kazama dodged his grandfather's strike.

Taking little to no time to recover from moving out of harm's way, Jin began his own offensive - an assault mixed with mid to low kicks and punches. The young Kazama didn't let the fact Heihachi blocked most of his strikes disrupt his hardened concentration. No, the cub focused more on exploiting the tiny moments in the old man's defense when it was left open.

The youth had confused the elder by striking mid to low when he suddenly landed a right jab directly to the temple of his head. The force behind the punch sent Mishima Heihachi staggering away from his protégé. Seeing the Patriarch stumbling away only further reinforced the desire to prove he possessed the strength needed to defeat an opponent. The Elder Mishima often told Jin not to show mercy to his foe, that it was a flaw that held no purpose in the arena, or in hand to hand combat.

Heeding the words of the Mishima, Jin continued his offensive. He launched an even more aggressive and forceful combination of strikes - intent on showing no signs of weakness. Only those indicating of the power held within.

The Elder Mishima could feel the sheer strength the younger one possessed as he took a heavy uppercut under the chin. Heihachi staggered back but only to quickly regained his bearings. The Patriarch stood firmly in place, his posture as stiff as a board, turning his attention back on the foe before him with a cocky smirk emerging on the elder's face.

This was exactly what the old man wanted to see - he wanted to see the power his grandson had. Mishima Heihachi wanted to see the rage and the mercilessness that the old man knew the Kazama held deep within. He felt the anger in every single strike Jin launched at him, along with the power to break anything that stood in his way, anything blocking him from obtaining the vengeance he sought. It was pure perfection and Heihachi wanted to exploit this pristine emotion for his own agenda.

The strength of Kazama Jin would no doubt lure the creature out. Once Heihachi took what he wanted from both the entity and his grandson, he would do away with them too; but only after taking care of the other nuisance that stood in the way first.

As the Kazama came rushing toward the older man with a fist raised to strike high once again. Heihachi made it a point to grab the youth by the wrist, twisting it behind his back harshly. He yanked and curved the appendage in such an unnatural fashion it earned a sharp gasp of pain from the young man held within its grasp.

"You're focus and strength are very promising indeed. Keep your eye on the prize boy… and you'll have the vengeance you long for, especially if you keep showing this kind of prowess. But remember who's stronger... you'd do good to make note of that." The Mishima Elder threatened the young cub as he jerked and tugged the boy's arm once more in an agonizing fashion before releasing the hold.

Jin stood breathing heavily gripping his arm in the hope of diminishing the pain that throbbed all through the extremity. He watched with a hardened gaze as his grandfather strutted slowly to the dojo's changing room, the man cackling loudly the whole way.

Alas, he stood watching the tiger on the back of the Mishima's gi disappearing from his line of sight as the old man walked away. The Kazama never thought he could be disgusted by anything in his life. The arrogance his elder exuded made the younger male want to get sick or even worse spit in the man's face.

"Arrogance… isn't a trait that is desired. Mother used to say that," Jin uttered under his breath. The contempt he felt, it was truly beyond words.

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