Chapter Four
The power had been around for a three years, but it wasn't strong enough for Mokujin to fully awaken. But as it seemingly absorbed smaller powers, it became stronger and stronger. Mokujin had never felt a power this strong that seemed to be alive since early in his years as a tree. It was definitely alive, flying across the world and attacking smaller energies. For a year Mokujin had been in a daze, awake but not able to move. Now it was time for action!
As time moved along, Mokujin ran at its constant, untiring speed until it found itself at the most likely place for the Ogre to strike- in a group of particularly powerful creatures, most of them human. It was not aware of its own entrance in Tekken 3.
It found itself facing off several characters that it beat with ease. And then it faced Testujin.
Tetsujin attacked, Mokujin counter-attacked, Tetsujin dodged and attacked, Mokujin mimicked, Tetsujin mimicked. The fight wore on and neither of the fighters gained any ground. None of them got tired. Suddenly, in a surge of power, Mokujin punched Tetsujin in the chest, denting it. Tetsujin, not feeling pain, came across in a flying roundhouse kicked, sending Mokujin flying. Mokujin felt around for a damage check: Nothing serious... only a left arm missing.
Tetsujin removed a piece of its own back, producing a sword-like weapon. It was mimicking Yoshimitsu. Tetsujin swung at Mokujin's remaining arm, slicing it off at the elbow. Mokujin began mimicking Hwoarang, who it saw fight someone else earlier. It used its kick combo to disarm the Tetsujin. It was obvious that the titanium structure would defeat the wood. Using all of its remaining energy, Mokujin lowered its head and propelled forward insanely, like a rocket,losing touch with consciousness in doing so.
The Tetsujin was not damaged. It stood above its opponent in a victory pose it had mimicked. It teased the lifeless wood, marched across the arena, and danced crazily before noticing that the magic wood that powered it had fallen out. Tetsujin fell lifelessly to the ground. Everyone who was mesmerized by the fight had gone elsewhere to see the other fights days ago. When the judges noticed the two dolls on the ground, a draw was declared.
The energy was still calling Mokujin, days after. It had moved. Mokujin picked up its arm and half-arm with what was remaining of its right arm, and marched toward the forested area, where at that moment Jin was fighting for his life. Before it made it, it collapsed in a heap next to its tree brothers and sisters. The trees themselves aided the ailing Mokujin back to health…
When Mokujin next awoke, there was no source. It stayed in the forest with its own kind, and awaited its next challenge as it fell into a deep slumber.
Reviews for Chapter Three
Omniscient Shadow: Yeah, yeah. Zaibitzu was a typo. As soon as I submitted and saw my preview I caught that too. I was hoping no one would notice...
FlamingFenix: Yeah, I plan on carrying this fic through the end of Tekken 5. I'll explain that when I get there.