"Little Frog, where are you hiding." A friendly voice came from behind Kazuya Mishima. The young boy cheerfully got up and gave his grandfather a hug. The graying beard tickled Kazuya's forehead. In these arms Kazuya would always feel safe. In these arms, Kazuya would always be protected. This was his true home and no matter what, he would always be able return to these arms. His grandfather was the only one who cared about him.
"Do you have any sweets today grandfather?" Kazuya asked gingerly as he sat on his grandfather's lap. Kazuya always expected his grandfather to have some sort of sweet. In a way, Jinpachi spoiled his grandson. This time there were no sweets from Jinpachi. There was nothing, but pain in those ancient, yet loving eyes. His grandfather had a face of stone.
"No Kazuya." Jinpachi sighed. There was something about his voice that scared Kazuya. The aura around his once happy grandfather seemed out of place. Where once there had been nothing, but love, now shall exist a grim reality. Kazuya had not known the pain of the outside world. He did not know what true pain was all about. Kazuya had no concept of death or abandonment.
"I am going to be gone for a while. I don't know when I shall come back. I don't know if I shall ever come back. You are two young to know this Kazuya, but now is the time for you to know something about our family." Jinpachi lifted Kazuya in his arms and carried him outside. Kazuya was afraid to even say a single word. It was a silent trip under a bright day. Birds and bees were making their morning songs, but none of that could affect Jinpachi. He seemed as though he were in a trance or an illusion.
They walked and walked until they came to a mountain and on this mountain there was a small pit. It was hallowed ground and for a brief moment Kazuya swore that he saw a ghost appear before his eyes. The apparition was almost human, but translucent. It had no substance and the wind that crawled up these grassy slopes did not affect the being. Jinpachi turned his head to Kazuya. "Do not let your great grandfather's spirit bother you Little Frog, he will never harm us."
"Grandfather, where are we?" Kazuya asked nervously as the winds began to rush past him faster and faster. He could hear voices within his own mind. Voices deep and full of thought, but he was unable to comprehend the words. The little boy was almost scared out of his mind and it was a good thing he could squeeze his grandfather's hand for comfort.
"This is where all of shall return Kazuya." Jinpachi smiled happily. "Remember that we are never alone Kazuya. We are always family, generation upon generation. If you ever need me, this is a place your may find me. Behold Kazuya, this is your history. This is our legacy. In this pit I burned my father's corpse and he burned his father's corpse and he burned his. My father took me here a long time ago to explain to me what life was. I was older than you of course. I hope someday that you bring your own son or grandson here."
"What is going on Grandfather?" Kazuya pleaded.
"Kazuya, there is a good chance that I may never come back. I want you to be strong Kazuya. You may be the strongest member of our family ever to be born. I am only sad because I will never be able to witness your greatness or your skills." Jinpachi said in a hollowed voice.
"Pleased don't leave." Kazuya whimpered in his grandfather's arms, hoping that it was all just a dream.
"I must go Kazuya, but know that I am with you forever as are you forefathers. Our spirits shall always be one my dear grandchild." Jinpachi and Kazuya held each other on sacred ground upon the ashes of their ancestors. Blood and bone were all one here. The spirits around Kazuya and Jinpachi seemed to wail in pain as well. It was as if they could sense the pain just as good.
Kazuya Mishima was carried back home that day, but soon his grandfather had to leave. Day upon day, week upon week, Kazuya did not see his grandfather. There was no sign of him nor was there any trace. It was as if Jinpachi Mishima had disappeared from the face of the world. Kazuya found himself alone and his perceptions on reality had changed. Nothing was forever and soon it would all be gone. All of his toys and presents seemed of little or no value. He would have traded it all just to see his sweet grandfather just one last time.
Kazuya's father entered the house one morning and the truth finally crossed Kazuya's mind. There could only one person responsible for the loss of Jinpachi. There was only one man cruel enough to do such a thing and this very same creature lived in the very same house as Kazuya. His father, Heihachi was behind all of this and there could be no doubt in his mind about what had happened
Jinpachi Mishima was dead and Kazuya could feel it in his heart. He could feel the sorrow and the anguish of his ancestors within the very bowels of his mind. This sick feeling of dread fostered a newer hatred for his father. Kazuya knew who had taken his grandfather away and it sickened him to know that it would be his very own father that had taken part in such a practice.
"Where is grandfather!" Kazuya screamed as he feebly attacked his father in the knees. None of Kazuya's blows were worth anything. It did not even make Heihachi flinch a single muscle within his body. Kazuya wept and wept for his grandfather. Blows flew through the air mixed with tears. His grandfather was the kindest man Kazuya had ever known and this heartless monster had taken his grandfather away. With every single fiber in Kazuya's body there would always be a longing to meet his grandfather again. The longing was something that ate away at Kazuya like a parasitic rodent. This was a great blow to his mind and from that day forward, Kazuya would be changed. This would be the birth of the cold blooded prince.