Baek sat down on a bench on one of the parks in Tokyo. He stayed there for a few more months to recover from knee surgery, as well as other injuries. Marshall Law had rushed him to a hospital nearby after their fight. During the rest of the tournament he was out of commission. He worried a little bit about what Kazuya might do, but as he had heard, Kazuya was killed by his own father and thrown into a volcano. Some bonds of hatred, he supposed, grow deeper than he could ever imagine.

He opened a locket and smiled. Inside was a picture of him with his mother and father. It was taken when he was a boy. He got up and walked out of the park and into the bright bustling city streets of Tokyo. He loved the city, but he missed his own home in Seoul; his old home, where his mother was still living. Baek wondered how his mother was now doing. He should go to her and try to patch things up with her. It wasn't too late to salvage their relationship. Maybe he could help her out again by restarting his father's dojo. He could help out the kids and orphans in his old neighborhood. Yes, Baek thought as he greeted the warm rays of the sun on his skin, that was what he was going to do.

The End

author's note: please read and review. flames are welcomed as I feed on hatred.