HWANG
After many grueling battles, Hwang Sung Kyung found Maxi the pirate.
The sight of Maxi in his white outfit triggered a wave of myriad emotions in Hwang. The first emotion was anger. Maxi had been captain of the small Japanese pirate ship that had decimated Hwang's crew over a year ago. Though the pirates were of no tactical importance, Hwang had foolishly commanded his men to pursue them. Once overtaken, the pirates, led by the white-clad Maxi, had defended themselves like Japanese dogs without honor by luring Hwang's men into strategic traps that had put the Korean patriots at fatal disadvantages.
Hwang's second emotion was shame. Shame at having been so foolish. Shame at his having been distracted by concerns and dreams of civilian life. Shame at losing to Japanese dogs like them. Shame at his multiple failures that day.
Hot, angry determination fueled Hwang now. His purpose *would* be fulfilled now, and his mens' deaths would not be in vain.
"Maxi!" he bellowed. "I've come for you, you Japanese dog!"
The pirate laconically faced Hwang, lazily twirling his nunchaku. "What the hell you want?"
"To avenge my men dead at your honorless hands," Hwang said. "To redeem my failures. But more than anything else, I want to be a dancer!"
Maxi was so shocked that his twirling nunchaku slipped from his grasp and went flying out of the ring.
"It's true," Hwang went on. "It started early in my soldier training, when we first began to learn our Korean kicking arts. I had a talent for being able to reproduce any move I had seen performed, even if only seen once. I discovered I could balance myself with ease. I loved doing splits while others shrieked with pain. I took great pride and pleasure in performing poom-se (that's "kata" to a Japanese dog like you) as gracefully as possible.
"Later, I was forced to concentrate on purely warlike skills to defend my homeland. I particularly adapted the skills of a scruffy, scrubby Japanese dog of a swordsman with a tricky right foot I kept running into. But I never forgot my original dream.
"Then, on my way back from the search for the sword of salvation, I happened upon a small Chinese town. A royal Chinese dance troupe was visting. And I saw this teenage girl, perhaps a bit younger than MiNa (that's my teacher's daughter, who was traveling with me), who had the most incredible dance moves! Plus her sword technique was astoundingly graceful! I studied her intently until MiNa found me and forcibly removed me. By then I had seen enough to copy many of her moves. At last, my dream of being a dancer could be fulfilled, without giving up my equal desire to protect my country from invading Japanese dogs like you!"
By now, Maxi had managed to climb from the ring, retrieve his weapon in the dark valley, and climb back up again. He was pretty annoyed. "So what's this dancing fetish got to do with me?"
"I lack one thing in my quest," Hwang said. "It's why I pursued your ship after spotting you through my telescope from afar. This Chinese girl had exquisite costumes to complement her dancing. My clothing has not been very flattering, to say the least.
"But much as it pains me to admit it to a Japanese dog like you," Hwang continued, "you are clearly the Dandy of the High Seas. YOU WILL GIVE ME YOUR TAILOR'S BUSINESS CARD OR YOU WILL SURRENDER YOUR WARDROBE TO ME!"
Maxi sighed as he prepared for a fight. [It's so hard being dandy,] he thought.
(Author's Note: I always thought Hwang was kinda cool, but what was up, I wondered, with his...effete fashion sense? His 1P outfit in the original Soul Edge was the gaudiest piece of virtual clothing in 3D fighting game history, and the SC versions were little improvement. Combined with his using Xianghua's girly whirly-twirly style, you gotta wonder about the guy...)
After many grueling battles, Hwang Sung Kyung found Maxi the pirate.
The sight of Maxi in his white outfit triggered a wave of myriad emotions in Hwang. The first emotion was anger. Maxi had been captain of the small Japanese pirate ship that had decimated Hwang's crew over a year ago. Though the pirates were of no tactical importance, Hwang had foolishly commanded his men to pursue them. Once overtaken, the pirates, led by the white-clad Maxi, had defended themselves like Japanese dogs without honor by luring Hwang's men into strategic traps that had put the Korean patriots at fatal disadvantages.
Hwang's second emotion was shame. Shame at having been so foolish. Shame at his having been distracted by concerns and dreams of civilian life. Shame at losing to Japanese dogs like them. Shame at his multiple failures that day.
Hot, angry determination fueled Hwang now. His purpose *would* be fulfilled now, and his mens' deaths would not be in vain.
"Maxi!" he bellowed. "I've come for you, you Japanese dog!"
The pirate laconically faced Hwang, lazily twirling his nunchaku. "What the hell you want?"
"To avenge my men dead at your honorless hands," Hwang said. "To redeem my failures. But more than anything else, I want to be a dancer!"
Maxi was so shocked that his twirling nunchaku slipped from his grasp and went flying out of the ring.
"It's true," Hwang went on. "It started early in my soldier training, when we first began to learn our Korean kicking arts. I had a talent for being able to reproduce any move I had seen performed, even if only seen once. I discovered I could balance myself with ease. I loved doing splits while others shrieked with pain. I took great pride and pleasure in performing poom-se (that's "kata" to a Japanese dog like you) as gracefully as possible.
"Later, I was forced to concentrate on purely warlike skills to defend my homeland. I particularly adapted the skills of a scruffy, scrubby Japanese dog of a swordsman with a tricky right foot I kept running into. But I never forgot my original dream.
"Then, on my way back from the search for the sword of salvation, I happened upon a small Chinese town. A royal Chinese dance troupe was visting. And I saw this teenage girl, perhaps a bit younger than MiNa (that's my teacher's daughter, who was traveling with me), who had the most incredible dance moves! Plus her sword technique was astoundingly graceful! I studied her intently until MiNa found me and forcibly removed me. By then I had seen enough to copy many of her moves. At last, my dream of being a dancer could be fulfilled, without giving up my equal desire to protect my country from invading Japanese dogs like you!"
By now, Maxi had managed to climb from the ring, retrieve his weapon in the dark valley, and climb back up again. He was pretty annoyed. "So what's this dancing fetish got to do with me?"
"I lack one thing in my quest," Hwang said. "It's why I pursued your ship after spotting you through my telescope from afar. This Chinese girl had exquisite costumes to complement her dancing. My clothing has not been very flattering, to say the least.
"But much as it pains me to admit it to a Japanese dog like you," Hwang continued, "you are clearly the Dandy of the High Seas. YOU WILL GIVE ME YOUR TAILOR'S BUSINESS CARD OR YOU WILL SURRENDER YOUR WARDROBE TO ME!"
Maxi sighed as he prepared for a fight. [It's so hard being dandy,] he thought.
(Author's Note: I always thought Hwang was kinda cool, but what was up, I wondered, with his...effete fashion sense? His 1P outfit in the original Soul Edge was the gaudiest piece of virtual clothing in 3D fighting game history, and the SC versions were little improvement. Combined with his using Xianghua's girly whirly-twirly style, you gotta wonder about the guy...)