Standard Disclaimer: I still own nothing that is Tekken, nor do I own the characters. This is nothing more than a piece of fan work.
Another storm had come and gone. The sky began to clear, as the sun that was once covered by rain clouds started to cover the vast landscape. It was a wonder how nature itself seemed to deliver to men storms whenever a war was on the horizon.
It was the time of the great Ichiro Mishima, the prodigious conqueror of battles; son of Manami Kazama of the fabled Kazama clan, and Masahiro Mishima of the legendary Mishima clan. His was a special purpose for his very existence was brought about by the merging of two of the most powerful clans in history. Ichiro was raised from the earliest of ages to become the sole successor of the Mishima Empire. His father, Ryuu Mishima, the once feared and powerful ruler of the Mishima clan was on death's doorstep. Frequently asleep on his deathbed, Ryuu was in no condition to govern his empire, and thus, he would entrust his rule to his only son. Nevertheless, Ryuu's enemies, the Mishima's enemies; they would take this opportunity to invade their great city in a grand attempt to over throw them. This was Ichiro's first glorious battle, one that would earn him the title of The Raging Lightning God. The invading clan in question was known as the Yamamoto clan of the Stone Mountain Empire, and their Emperor, the ill-reputed Masao Yamamoto, a warlord who possessed the power and skill to slay deities. The only person who could ever hope to rival his strength was Ryuu Mishima, the man only moments from joining death in the afterlife. And so, in the defense of the mighty Iron Fist Empire and Mishima clan, Ichiro, by then in his late twenties, would rally his army to face the warlord Masao in battle. Once war was declared, the two opposing forces marched in front of the city walls before halting at their positions. Haku, Ichiro's Mighty Hand and second in command, broke the dead silence to address the matter at hand.
"My lord, the men are awaiting you're orders."
"And they will continue to wait. I have need of you, however. I wish to challenge Masao to single combat, hopefully avoiding the inevitable casualties that would result if we do indeed battle here. You know the rules of the duel. If I win they will be forced to return to their homes, never to come back. I believe that to be a wiser choice then losing the lives of our men."
"But my lord, surely the challenge in question would be too late in presenting itself to Masao. We are on the brink of war. There is no stopping now." Haku seemed sure that this war was unavoidable; however, Ichiro knew Masao's lust for combat would not be denied even now. He would accept the challenge, despite the circumstances. After all, was he not a great and terrible force to be feared? Surely a man of his caliber would not dismiss a challenge.
"Go to him Haku. He will accept, it is in his nature to do so."
"Very well, I will trust in your judgment. Do not lose this fight."
"I never do."
Haku mounted his horse and rode onwards across the field to meet Masao's Voice, an old yet powerful man called Koga who was positioned just a few yards in front of his emperor's forces.
"I come bearing a message, Yamamoto Koga. My lord, the great Ichiro Mishima wishes to challenge your emperor, Masao, to single combat in place of our men warring here and dying in conflict, never to return to their homes and families."
"So the boy wishes to avoid unnecessary bloodshed? A wise consideration, but surely you must know that the hour is late for such a challenge to be issued. My lord wishes to take this great city for his own while the time is still ripe. It is far too late to forestall our advance. Tell the boy, your emperor, that he will not escape his fate, none of you will. We are inevitable."
But before the Voice could utter another word, there he was, Masao in all his infamous glory. The Voice was surprised to see his lord had decided to confront Ichiro's Mighty Hand, but why?
"So Ichiro wishes to face me, eh?" The massive man laughed briefly before directing his attention to Haku.
"Very well. I see no problem in sparing the lives of our men in exchange for his. We will avoid this war, but he will do battle with me here. Tell your lord that I accept his sacrifice."
Koga turned to face Masao in disbelief.
"But, my lord…"
"Save your concern Koga! You need not worry about me."
Haku nodded and turned back, riding off towards his troops. Koga remained indifferent about the challenge, yet he still managed to raise a small question, a question concerning the fate of Ryuu's son if he were to fall in single combat.
"And when you are victorious, what will become of Ichiro Mishima. What will you do about him?"
Masao stared straight across the field to where Ichiro was stationed upon his horse.
"I will break him…"
"My lord, as you expected, Masao has accepted your invitation to duel in single combat."
Ichiro smiled as if he had already dealt with the coming struggle.
"But of course Haku. Masao's pride would not fail me now."
What was coming, however, was not a mere clash of warriors, but a duel of the masters. Two of the most powerful men in history were about to trade fists in an epic battle of inhuman proportions. It would become one of the greatest quarrels of all time. The two emperors came face to face in the middle of the massive battlefield were a war was scheduled to have taken place just moments before. Their respective troops gathered around to witness the rare and grievous face off.
"I hope you have made peace with whatever demons you may have had boy."
Masao stood towering over his opponent; the man's overconfidence may as well have been dripping from his battle hardened face.
"As arrogant as ever, I see. Well, come. I do not wish to drag out your humiliating defeat."
Ichiro had defiantly pushed the right buttons, because in only a few seconds after his boast Masao delivered a massive strike to where his face would have been had he not anticipated the attack.
"And as quick as ever…"
Ichiro's rival was quick tempered, so it was no wonder why the Mishima emperor was attempting to anger him so, not to say that his victory relied on that exploit. That was not the case at all.
"It is not my speed you need to worry yourself over boy, but my strength!"
It was quick but, the frightening thing was really the force of it; the blow Masao dealt straight to Ichiro's chest. The damage had stunned Ichiro long enough for his adversary to connect a string of devastating body blows that in succession managed to shatter a great deal of armor. The force of the strikes were heavy enough to be felt through the earth, and the troops trembled beneath the waves of might that surged beneath them. It had seemed that defeat was near for Ichiro, but the young ruler simply managed a smile after the damage had been dealt. Masao was shocked to see the man was still conscious, and he was smiling?
"What? You should be dead!"
"Well perhaps you should put more effort into it."
Yes, it had seemed the battle was over, that Ichiro had received enough punishment, but with one savaged movement, Masao grabbed his downed enemy, his hands gripping into Ichiro's face, and repeatedly slammed him head first into a massive boulder, shattering it and the ground itself. To all the troops it seemed that the earth had been shaken a dozen times over. There was no movement from Ichiro at all.
"You had no right to challenge me boy!"
Masao yelled a vicious battle cry; he had finally beaten the Mishima's after years of fighting.
Koga smiled underneath his helmet. Everything…according to plan.
"No one! No one can best me! I am a god!"
Masao's troops began to shout triumphantly, leaving Ichiro's forces to face the coming end they all knew was certain. After all, they had lost their emperor, and their only hope of survival. But Haku, he just stood there despite all the cries and screams of mercy, completely unmoved.
You stupid…was it really not enough?
"A pity…"
The voice almost single-handedly stopped Masao's heart dead.
"You...you can't still be…!"
Ichiro was alive and well. It looked as if he had just woken up form a nap of sorts.
"You're thinking it's impossible that I survived your onslaught of savage strikes. You're thinking that this must be some form of trickery, but I assure you Masao…"
The warlord's foot was pinning the Mishima emperor to the ground and yet Ichiro's hand griped at the giant's ankle, and then suddenly he began to nearly crush it in his hand. Masao screamed in agony, the cry sounded too inhuman.
"What comes next will be very real."
Ichiro released his grip allowing Masao to pull back and readjust himself to the situation at hand. The pain was still there but the warlord managed to shake it off.
"I will not lose to a mere child! I will tear-"
Masao's words were interrupted by a grave launch kick to his throat.
Damn it…
As he struggled to regain his breathing, Ichiro connected a rising uppercut to the right of Masao's ribs. The blow forced the hulking man to grab at his side in pain, leaving him open to a straight full force strike to the face that nearly cracked open his skull. Masao quickly held his face up in sheer agony.
"Damn it all!"
The brutish emperor took on last desperate shoot at his nemesis in a blind rage; his traveling fist was faster and stronger than ever before, but with effortless timing and speed, Ichiro dodged under the attack placing a terrifying amount of power into an under the body blow to his enemies gut; the force of the strike shattering the ground around them.
Damn him to hell for this…!
"I-I refuse…I refuse to be beaten…beaten by the likes of you!"
I'll use it on him, crush him dead! Then no one will stand in my way!
What happened next silenced the crowd almost instantly. Masao got into a very familiar stance, so familiar in fact that there was not a single soul there that didn't know what was coming. Bringing his arms to rest on top of each other as he leaned forward with his right hand stretched open underneath his left arm. Ichiro quirked his eyebrow to the sight of the stance.
He's setting himself up to use it. Well then, so be it.
Koga was dumbfounded. Was he actually about to witness one of the greatest attacks in history?
"This stance…this is, the Legendary Transcendent Demon Palm?"
Haku grinned at the sight of it, almost as if he knew what would come next.
"It won't work."
Koga looked over at Haku who seemed to be taking the sight of Masao's legendary technique all too lightly.
"What did you say…?"
Haku returned Koga's glare with a mysterious beam present on his face.
"It won't work. Not against Ichiro's ultimate attack…there won't be any getting up form it either, no one has ever survived it."
I hope not, because if Masao does than it's all over for us. You better pull through…Ichiro!
Ichiro was still observing his opponent's stance, now convinced more than ever that he could only counter with his ultimate technique.
"So you intend to make use of the Legendary Transcendent Demon Palm. Then I suppose it is time for me to show you…the True Electric-Wind God Fist."
Everyone remained silent as Ichiro set up his stance for his ultimate counter attack. It was the Legendary Transcendent Demon Palm versus the True Electric-Wind God Fist, two of the most powerful techniques a fighter could ever hope to learn.
The two rivals locked their eyes on each other, carefully looking for the perfect opportunity to strike. The silence was as loud as a deafening scream, yet they made no stray movements at all, but then suddenly, as if they both knew that the time had finally come to make an end of it, they both stuck. Ichiro raising his lightning powered fist to connect to Masao's downwards palm strike. The clash was enough to be felt miles away from the battle ground. The True Electric-Wind God Fist, a move capable of shattering a mountain at full strength. The Legendary Transcendent Demon Palm, a thrust strong enough to tear apart the strongest hell spawns. Their powers had been pitted against each other, and the result was catastrophic. But in the end…
"I don't understand…I should have bested you. My technique was the ultimate move! I should have triumphed! I am the slayer of Deities! The destroyer of Titians! I cannot be beaten…!"
The dust had settled. The winner was clear. Ichiro had defeated Masao, and with a show of mercy, spared his life.
"It is done. You cannot hope to win. Leave this place and never return, or I promise, you will not survive a second time."
The Yamamoto clan's emperor was downed in single combat. His troops helped to mount him onto his horse and retreat back to their own home, never to be seen again. It was the end of their constant struggles, but the beginning of something new and far more unfortunate…for everyone.