It was at Kazuya's dojo in Japan that he trained in. He trained there almost everyday to prepare himself mentally and physically for the upcoming fight with Marshall Law. Kazuya had arranged the tournament in a way that he would not have to fight the other competitors. That way, Baek could concentrate solely in killing Marshall and not have to worry about advancing through the ranks.
He rested for a little while from hitting the punching bag all that morning. Sweat had soaked his uniform. Baek tried to catch his breath, making sure to breathe in and out carefully. Kazuya had it all planned out. He was going to kill Law, Bruce was going to kill the Hong Kong detective Lei, Anna Williams was going to stop her sister, and Kazuya himself was going to kill his newly resurfaced father Mishima Heihachi. Baek felt as if he was part of something; like he was part of a family again, in its own twisted way. Baek smiled at that thought. A family; he could only wish. Thoughts of his father crept in again. When he was younger, his father would teach him the art of Tae Kwon Do in their own dojo. He was so happy back then. He had vowed to perfect his art to honor his father. Baek snapped out of his thoughts and went back to practicing on the punching bag again.
His fight with Marshall was tomorrow. He needed a good rest that night. He would practice for a few more hours then go sight-seeing for a bit. That way he would not overwork his muscles. He had never been to Tokyo before, and now was a good chance to see some of the city while calming his nerves for the upcoming match. He had never killed anyone after his father. He still wasn't sure if he could do it again.
Baek stood on the grassy fields facing his newly arrived opponent. He could see Marshall's eyes shoot daggers at him. It was an undisclosed location. No one else knew where they would fight other than himself, Law and Kazuya. This way, there would be no one to come to see, no one to witness the killing of Marshall Law.
The two men faced each other. There was no exchange of words. Both of them knew there was no need for it. They came here to fight and that was that. A wind blew across the fields as both men got into their fighting stances, never once taking their eyes off each other. They circled around each other for a few seconds, waiting for the other to make the first move. They did not go at it blindly like they normally would have. This was not a fight about personal glory, this was a fight to the death; and they both knew it.
Law attacked first, delivering a flurrying succession of punches. Baek blocked all of them but was unprepared for the kick coming upwards to his chin when Law executed a double somersault. He rolled to one knee on the ground, spitting up blood. He looked towards Law who was in his defensive stance, getting ready for retaliation. He got back to his feet and just after getting into stance immediately got on the attack. Doing a high low combination of kicking techniques that Law could not block all at once. This time Law was the one knocked off his feet, spitting up blood.
This happened during the duration of the fight. One fighter getting on the offensive while the other blocked and then vice versa. Sometimes they hit, sometime they missed. But after long hours of exchanging blows and attacks, both bloodied and bruised men were visibly tired. Baek especially was getting exhausted. Killing Law was not as easy as he had thought.
Baek decided to finally end it and drew a quick burst of energy from inside him. The long succession of kicks ended with roundhouse kick that landed on Law's shoulder. Instead of feeling him fall down though, Baek felt a sharp pain in his right knee. Marshall had caught the kick and elbowed his knee; twisting it further, and also the other one, as Baek spun down towards the ground. He was now totally defenseless. Law, who was equally exhausted, forgot all about technique for a moment and started attacking with simple but hard kicks and punches.
Amidst the brutal beating at the hands of Law, Baek smiled a little bit. What a fitting end, he thought; you will finally have your justice father. His mind lapsed to the time he beat his handicapped father to death. By this time, Law had finally gotten a hold of his senses and stopped, dropping to the ground. Father, Baek called out in his mind, don't stop now, end my misery.
"No, I won't kill you." Law said in-between sharp intakes of breaths. "I'm better than that."
Yes you are father. Thank you. Baek's tears mixed with the blood and fell to the grass.
He rested for a little while from hitting the punching bag all that morning. Sweat had soaked his uniform. Baek tried to catch his breath, making sure to breathe in and out carefully. Kazuya had it all planned out. He was going to kill Law, Bruce was going to kill the Hong Kong detective Lei, Anna Williams was going to stop her sister, and Kazuya himself was going to kill his newly resurfaced father Mishima Heihachi. Baek felt as if he was part of something; like he was part of a family again, in its own twisted way. Baek smiled at that thought. A family; he could only wish. Thoughts of his father crept in again. When he was younger, his father would teach him the art of Tae Kwon Do in their own dojo. He was so happy back then. He had vowed to perfect his art to honor his father. Baek snapped out of his thoughts and went back to practicing on the punching bag again.
His fight with Marshall was tomorrow. He needed a good rest that night. He would practice for a few more hours then go sight-seeing for a bit. That way he would not overwork his muscles. He had never been to Tokyo before, and now was a good chance to see some of the city while calming his nerves for the upcoming match. He had never killed anyone after his father. He still wasn't sure if he could do it again.
Baek stood on the grassy fields facing his newly arrived opponent. He could see Marshall's eyes shoot daggers at him. It was an undisclosed location. No one else knew where they would fight other than himself, Law and Kazuya. This way, there would be no one to come to see, no one to witness the killing of Marshall Law.
The two men faced each other. There was no exchange of words. Both of them knew there was no need for it. They came here to fight and that was that. A wind blew across the fields as both men got into their fighting stances, never once taking their eyes off each other. They circled around each other for a few seconds, waiting for the other to make the first move. They did not go at it blindly like they normally would have. This was not a fight about personal glory, this was a fight to the death; and they both knew it.
Law attacked first, delivering a flurrying succession of punches. Baek blocked all of them but was unprepared for the kick coming upwards to his chin when Law executed a double somersault. He rolled to one knee on the ground, spitting up blood. He looked towards Law who was in his defensive stance, getting ready for retaliation. He got back to his feet and just after getting into stance immediately got on the attack. Doing a high low combination of kicking techniques that Law could not block all at once. This time Law was the one knocked off his feet, spitting up blood.
This happened during the duration of the fight. One fighter getting on the offensive while the other blocked and then vice versa. Sometimes they hit, sometime they missed. But after long hours of exchanging blows and attacks, both bloodied and bruised men were visibly tired. Baek especially was getting exhausted. Killing Law was not as easy as he had thought.
Baek decided to finally end it and drew a quick burst of energy from inside him. The long succession of kicks ended with roundhouse kick that landed on Law's shoulder. Instead of feeling him fall down though, Baek felt a sharp pain in his right knee. Marshall had caught the kick and elbowed his knee; twisting it further, and also the other one, as Baek spun down towards the ground. He was now totally defenseless. Law, who was equally exhausted, forgot all about technique for a moment and started attacking with simple but hard kicks and punches.
Amidst the brutal beating at the hands of Law, Baek smiled a little bit. What a fitting end, he thought; you will finally have your justice father. His mind lapsed to the time he beat his handicapped father to death. By this time, Law had finally gotten a hold of his senses and stopped, dropping to the ground. Father, Baek called out in his mind, don't stop now, end my misery.
"No, I won't kill you." Law said in-between sharp intakes of breaths. "I'm better than that."
Yes you are father. Thank you. Baek's tears mixed with the blood and fell to the grass.