When the time calls,

It is almost certain of the happening,

But we could have wrongs,

For we can change what we will be seeing,

Yoshimitsu continued down the steps from his throne to the front of this man, glaring at him sharply.

"What do you want?" Yoshimitsu demanded. "Begone if you have no business being here!"

"Oh but yes I do,"the manchuckled brightly, "Mister Mishima has business with you, but he didnt tell me much, so coperate or I shall see to your demise."

Yoshimitsu was angered, he threw his hand around the mans neck, tightening his grip, "Listen closely," he said softly, "If you step one foot more into my territory, not even the Mishima corperation can save you."

He threw the man to the ground and his package dropped infront of him, Yoshimitsu bent down and picked it up and began opening it. It was quite small, enough to hold what he was thinking, and it was, an invitation to the tournament. He clentched his fist in anger then looked to the ground to scold the man, but he was gone.