YOSHIMITSU
After many grueling battles, at last Yoshimitsu faced Nightmare.
"What brings you here, clown?" Nightmare growled. "Shouldn't you be somewhere else?"
Yoshimitsu, unperturbed, answered coolly, "I'm exactly where I need to be to fulfill my purpose."
Nightmare laughed. "You're not even in one piece," Nightmare said, noting Yoshimitsu's prosthetic hand. "You're literally 400 years too early to fight me. Go practice using your iron fist against unarmed opponents who can't 8-way run for a few years!"
"Who said I wished to fight you?"
Nightmare was taken aback by this. He peered at Yoshimitsu, but the Manji ninja's mask was even more inscrutable than his own helmet and visor.
"I'm not here to fight, or to take your blade," Yoshi continued, "though this was not always the case.
"I originally intended to gain the Soul Edge for myself so I could avenge my murdered clan, whose banner I proudly wear in battle. But then I heard about all the murders and destruction being committed by this 'Nightmare' I kept hearing about--committed by you. I began to wonder if my quest would be any different from yours. Whether I would become a monster even worse than the man who killed my clan. I decided to abandon my revenge.
"I couldn't let you go on as you like, however. So I've come to make you a proposition."
"....Get on with it, then." the dark knight growled. This soul had guts.
"As you might know, sequels are likely going to be a big thing in the future. I plan to make a sequel of my own life, name and exploits. I shall be Yoshimitsu the First!"
Nightmare cocked his head sarcastically. "That's very inspiring. Now, what does this have to do with me?"
"I want you ... to be my sidekick!
"...........What?"
"We're a total match!" Yoshi enthused. "I wear a mask, you wear a full-face helmet. I have an unusual right hand, you have an unusual right arm. I supply the smarts and swashbuckling heroism while you get to play my big, clumsy comic relief! It's just what you need to lose that sour demeanor you've got."
Nightmare was speechless.
"I see you're speechless," Yoshi continued. "I know this is a stretch for you, but stay with me here. Because I was just like you -- oh, wait, I already told you about that. Anyway, I got a vision of starting a whole franchise to last generations, my dear fellow. I can see it!...Yoshimitsu the First and Nightmare One! What say you?"
Nightmare stood silent for several moments, as if deep in thought.
"I say..." he began, "that you are the biggest fool I've met yet! I care not for some stupid partnership! I have a resurrection to effect! And though I sorely doubt yours will do any good toward that end, I WILL TAKE YOUR SOUL!"
"Man, you try to show a guy a break, and you just get crapped on," Yoshi muttered, getting into his battle-ready stance.
(Author's Note: the dig at Tekken early in the story was written long before Tekken 4's release.)
After many grueling battles, at last Yoshimitsu faced Nightmare.
"What brings you here, clown?" Nightmare growled. "Shouldn't you be somewhere else?"
Yoshimitsu, unperturbed, answered coolly, "I'm exactly where I need to be to fulfill my purpose."
Nightmare laughed. "You're not even in one piece," Nightmare said, noting Yoshimitsu's prosthetic hand. "You're literally 400 years too early to fight me. Go practice using your iron fist against unarmed opponents who can't 8-way run for a few years!"
"Who said I wished to fight you?"
Nightmare was taken aback by this. He peered at Yoshimitsu, but the Manji ninja's mask was even more inscrutable than his own helmet and visor.
"I'm not here to fight, or to take your blade," Yoshi continued, "though this was not always the case.
"I originally intended to gain the Soul Edge for myself so I could avenge my murdered clan, whose banner I proudly wear in battle. But then I heard about all the murders and destruction being committed by this 'Nightmare' I kept hearing about--committed by you. I began to wonder if my quest would be any different from yours. Whether I would become a monster even worse than the man who killed my clan. I decided to abandon my revenge.
"I couldn't let you go on as you like, however. So I've come to make you a proposition."
"....Get on with it, then." the dark knight growled. This soul had guts.
"As you might know, sequels are likely going to be a big thing in the future. I plan to make a sequel of my own life, name and exploits. I shall be Yoshimitsu the First!"
Nightmare cocked his head sarcastically. "That's very inspiring. Now, what does this have to do with me?"
"I want you ... to be my sidekick!
"...........What?"
"We're a total match!" Yoshi enthused. "I wear a mask, you wear a full-face helmet. I have an unusual right hand, you have an unusual right arm. I supply the smarts and swashbuckling heroism while you get to play my big, clumsy comic relief! It's just what you need to lose that sour demeanor you've got."
Nightmare was speechless.
"I see you're speechless," Yoshi continued. "I know this is a stretch for you, but stay with me here. Because I was just like you -- oh, wait, I already told you about that. Anyway, I got a vision of starting a whole franchise to last generations, my dear fellow. I can see it!...Yoshimitsu the First and Nightmare One! What say you?"
Nightmare stood silent for several moments, as if deep in thought.
"I say..." he began, "that you are the biggest fool I've met yet! I care not for some stupid partnership! I have a resurrection to effect! And though I sorely doubt yours will do any good toward that end, I WILL TAKE YOUR SOUL!"
"Man, you try to show a guy a break, and you just get crapped on," Yoshi muttered, getting into his battle-ready stance.
(Author's Note: the dig at Tekken early in the story was written long before Tekken 4's release.)