He arrived at the first tournament jetlagged and reeking like a coach-seat transatlantic flight. Still, he polished up well in the airport bathroom and rolled onto the red carpet of the first Iron Fist tournament with a winning smile, a flick of his hair, and a positive impression made on the reporters and screaming fans. Heihachi's money was well spent as he learned business in America and picked up on how to win over a room full of visually-driven idiots. He was worthy of the Zaibatsu and he'd prove it. He scanned the crowd for the only competition he expected to face.