Chap 3

"Man, Paul that kid whipped you good huh? Who'd think that Paul could get beaten by a teenager? Hahaha." Law said to Paul as he was waking up.

Really he was worried that his friend had actually been hurt bad and he might not make to the Iron Fist Tournament. He had lain unconscious on the bed in their room for hours. Law thought he might have a concussion. If Paul hadn't have pulled through then they would have next year but this year was different. It was like the world relied heavily upon the challengers and if they failed it would all be over. Law got those kinds of vibes all the time but not this bad before. He was worried something terrible was going to happen. And also that whatever is to happen will be unerasable. He was truly worried and relied on his feelings all the time. He was sure that this year that Heiachi Mishima would be stopped. But there is an evil behind him that cannot be explained.

"We'll find out at the tournament," thought Law, "it's not like Paul is as bad as I thought and he looks fine. Except for the hair of course."

"What are you grinning about? That kid would've beaten you too. He just caught me off guard that's all. Next time we meet he won't win."

"Yea, right. You just let your emotions get the best of you. You have let him attack first to see what kind of style martial arts he does then attacked on your observations. If you were any weaker that first kick would've dropped you and you wouldn't have landed a punch. Next time think."

"Ha ha. You sound just like your old man. You and your father have a lot in common. I just hope you have his will because we need that money for the dojo. If we fail we lose the dojo, and that just can't happen."

"I hope one of us wins but if we meet in battle, may the stronger win."

"Oh so you want me to win? Ok! Hahaha- Oww! What was that for?"

Law hit with a quick punch to gut. Any other time Paul would've just knocked his hand away but he was still too groggy to defend himself. Even though Law knew he would pay for it later.

"I was trying to knock you back out."

***

"Man what a way to start my adventure." Thought Hwoarang as he stared at the night sky. It reminded him of when he lived on the streets and he was king. No one would've pulled what that guy in there tried, never in a million years.

"Hey you there, are you the Iron Fist tournament? My names Jin Kazama. I'm the son of Kazuya and I plan to win this years tournament so you might as well give it up now. You think just because you beat that scrub you can win? You might as well go home."

"Huh, my names Hwoarang and I didn't come to win I came to kill someone and if you get in my way you will die too."

"Yea, whatever look I'm just trying warn you it's not gonna be easy punk. And no I don't think so."

"What?"

"I don't think you'd kill me, as a matter of fact I know you wouldn't but the positive thing for you is the fact that maybe I couldn't kill you. It'd take a lot to kill you, your spirit is full of energy, it has the Tekken. I feel you would be a formidable opponent. Well I gotta go check ya lataz. I have to go talk to my grandfather's secretary Amber about me killing him in the near future."

"Who's your gramps? Is he really that bad."

"He's Heiachi."

With that Jin stalked off into the night. Hwoarang stood there for a couple minutes and thinking why he didn't attack that arrogant Jin. If that were anyone else he wouldn't have hesitated to strike.

"Maybe he will play a part in my journey to kill Ogre. Maybe this is a sign that I need his help. Or maybe I was foolish enough to let him live." Hwoarang thought to himself.

He kept walking to his room and thought about his adventure that was in front of him. Maybe he might not complete his journey, maybe…

***

"Everyone board the ship if you're going to the Iron Fist Tournament! If you don't have a ticket you don't get on board." Yelled the guard.

"Hey buddy are there any freaks like that big Russian guy last year that beat up Bruce?" asked his friend.

"No, I don- I don't believe it! He's back and he's got a ticket. Get outta the way!"

The big Russian man a creation of Dr. B stepped on board ship slightly rocking it."

"Hey, Jack! Remember me from last year? Good to see you I thought you died!" Lei said as he shook his friends hand.

"You have the wrong person, that was another model, an inefficient one at that so if you would excuse me."

"Man they made another one? And he's invited to fight? Who woulda thought? Man look at all these fighters I fought last year and new ones too. I have to stay on my toes if I expect to get anywhere. Hey there's that kid that was in the bar fight." Lei was thinking to himself.

"Hey kid, I saw you fight in the bar what kind of style was that I've only seen one other fighter use that style. You were pretty fast, I thought Paul was gonna cream you."

"That punk? By the way my name is Hwoarang, Baek trained if that's who you are referring to. He was a good tacher."

Hwoarang fought back a tear as he thought about his master. It wasn't sadness it was hatred that caused him to cry, hatred for Ogre.

"So where is Baek? He is a great fighter why wasn't he invited?"

"He's dead, a monster named Ogre killed him and I'm here to get revenge. I just might kill Heiachi just because I heard that was a friend of his."

"Yea those Mishima punks ruin everything. And they can't be stopped because they run Japan. They only to stop them would be to win this tournament. And even that would be a slim chance because most of these people are in it for themselves. Like Lee over there with the silver hair. They call him the Silver Devil. He just wants to win so he can get the Mishima foundation in his control. That would cause lots of problems. But a lot of these people have righteous reasons for fighting but only I want to stop the Mishimas once and for all."

" If I don't win, I hope- no I'm sure you'll win. Good luck to you friend."

"And the same to you young warior."