Disclaimer: all characters are the property of namco, except for maybe a few supporting ones.
*note: I don't know anything about sumo wrestling so if I have information wrong, please forgive me.
On a sea port overlooking the Pacific Ocean, a large figure stands alone on the docks. He looks out into the ocean and the clear night sky. The man named Ganryu was thinking his life over. A lot had happened in past few months since the last Iron Fist Tournament. He lost his employ at the Zaibatsu due to the death and dethronement of Kazuya Mishima, the man he was supposed to protect. Then there was the subsequent rejection by Michele Chang. He had opened his heart out to her but she did not even want anything to do with him because of his involvement with Kazuya. And who was he kidding anyway? He knew he was no woman's dream.
Lately, he had taken to gambling more and more. He had gambled away all his hard earned money during his stay in Vegas. And now he was nearly flat broke and without a job. He knew he had to change and soon, but he just didn't know how. The only thing he was ever really good at was sumo, but he was banned from ever entering a sumo competition again. Ganryu looked up as a small gathering of clouds ran past the stars. He might as well end it all right now.
"Beautiful are they not?"
Ganryu turned around startled. "It's you...Yoshimitsu."
The ninja's masked face looked serenely out to the heavens. "I, too, look up at them whenever I am deep in thought."
"What makes you so sure I was `deep in thought'?"
"One usually listens to silence, when one wants to hear oneself think...that and you have a troubled look on your face."
Ganryu faced away, "What's it to you anyway?"
After a long pause, Yoshimitsu started again, "I once greatly admired you. When you gained the title of Ozeki, I had really thought that you were well on your way to Yokozuna..."
"Sorry to disappoint you" Ganryu interrupted, "but life tends to get in the way of such things."
"Yes, but sometimes we must not resist it, but to let it guide us even when we think it is being harsh, it is only taking us to our destiny. But I did not come here to preach to you about the meaning of life."
"What then, Manji...did you come here for?"
"I came here to ask you to join us." Yoshimitsu stated plainly.
This elicited a bellowing laugh from the sumo wrestler, "Join you?"
The ninja continued on, "I have watched you waste your life away with gambling; first with your sumo career and now this. It is time that you stop living only for your self and help out others."
"And since when have the Manji Clan become good Samaritans? The last time I heard, you were all still thieves and bandits."
"The Manji may be, as you say, thieves and bandits, but we are also dedicated to helping the poor surrounding villagers around us. We are trying to expand and break away from petty theft and create a world wide organization that will help the poor an..."
Ganryu lightly laughed, interrupting Yoshimitsu, "Hmph...is it that obvious just looking at me?"
"Dwell upon it. You don't have to give me an answer now. I will come to you when you've made up your mind." Then he added after thinking a moment, "I would really like to have you as an ally Ganryu." With that the ninja was gone.
The rest of the night, Ganryu walked the shores of America's pacific coast, looking up from time to time to the sky as it turned from black to crimson violet. He had thought of Yoshimitsu's proposition all night. At last, he came upon a bench and sat down. Placing his head down in his hands, he lightly touched the scar on his forehead.
*note: please r/r, flames are welcomed, as I feed on hatred.
*note: I don't know anything about sumo wrestling so if I have information wrong, please forgive me.
On a sea port overlooking the Pacific Ocean, a large figure stands alone on the docks. He looks out into the ocean and the clear night sky. The man named Ganryu was thinking his life over. A lot had happened in past few months since the last Iron Fist Tournament. He lost his employ at the Zaibatsu due to the death and dethronement of Kazuya Mishima, the man he was supposed to protect. Then there was the subsequent rejection by Michele Chang. He had opened his heart out to her but she did not even want anything to do with him because of his involvement with Kazuya. And who was he kidding anyway? He knew he was no woman's dream.
Lately, he had taken to gambling more and more. He had gambled away all his hard earned money during his stay in Vegas. And now he was nearly flat broke and without a job. He knew he had to change and soon, but he just didn't know how. The only thing he was ever really good at was sumo, but he was banned from ever entering a sumo competition again. Ganryu looked up as a small gathering of clouds ran past the stars. He might as well end it all right now.
"Beautiful are they not?"
Ganryu turned around startled. "It's you...Yoshimitsu."
The ninja's masked face looked serenely out to the heavens. "I, too, look up at them whenever I am deep in thought."
"What makes you so sure I was `deep in thought'?"
"One usually listens to silence, when one wants to hear oneself think...that and you have a troubled look on your face."
Ganryu faced away, "What's it to you anyway?"
After a long pause, Yoshimitsu started again, "I once greatly admired you. When you gained the title of Ozeki, I had really thought that you were well on your way to Yokozuna..."
"Sorry to disappoint you" Ganryu interrupted, "but life tends to get in the way of such things."
"Yes, but sometimes we must not resist it, but to let it guide us even when we think it is being harsh, it is only taking us to our destiny. But I did not come here to preach to you about the meaning of life."
"What then, Manji...did you come here for?"
"I came here to ask you to join us." Yoshimitsu stated plainly.
This elicited a bellowing laugh from the sumo wrestler, "Join you?"
The ninja continued on, "I have watched you waste your life away with gambling; first with your sumo career and now this. It is time that you stop living only for your self and help out others."
"And since when have the Manji Clan become good Samaritans? The last time I heard, you were all still thieves and bandits."
"The Manji may be, as you say, thieves and bandits, but we are also dedicated to helping the poor surrounding villagers around us. We are trying to expand and break away from petty theft and create a world wide organization that will help the poor an..."
Ganryu lightly laughed, interrupting Yoshimitsu, "Hmph...is it that obvious just looking at me?"
"Dwell upon it. You don't have to give me an answer now. I will come to you when you've made up your mind." Then he added after thinking a moment, "I would really like to have you as an ally Ganryu." With that the ninja was gone.
The rest of the night, Ganryu walked the shores of America's pacific coast, looking up from time to time to the sky as it turned from black to crimson violet. He had thought of Yoshimitsu's proposition all night. At last, he came upon a bench and sat down. Placing his head down in his hands, he lightly touched the scar on his forehead.
*note: please r/r, flames are welcomed, as I feed on hatred.