A/N: Well, I wasn't expecting the test chapters to blow up.

My editor said it best: mention Reina, there will be instant eyes. I was hoping that wasn't the case, but let's face facts. Reina's announcement trailer kinda broke the internet. Now with you all knowing two of the story's pivotal characters, it falls on me to actually deliver. One more thing before we begin. This will be an FF exclusive much like how GbNF: RR is exclusive on AO3. I'll post this chapter on AO3 to see what the reaction is over there. Much like Role Reversal, the Author's Notes will be different over there.

Ok, I've yapped enough. Here we go!

Konnichiwa.

My name is Minazuki Hirose. A seventeen-year-old currently living in Tokyo. I'm a Junior at the public High School and in the top 10% of my class. I live with my mother, Minazuki Assata, in a humble apartment. We're far from wealthy, but it's a comfortable living. She works full-time due to my father's untimely passing when I was a year old. Our circumstances meant little time for pleasantries, but my exemplary marks allowed me one hobby.

I'm a Shichi Dan (Seventh Degree Black Belt) in Kyokushin Karate and am the youngest in my dojo to achieve said rank. I'm only allowed this because the rest of the money my mother makes goes to essentials.

However, everything changed after I performed a singular good deed.

It started three weeks ago while I was walking school on a Saturday since my apartment is five blocks away. Okaa-chan (Mom) takes the train to work every day. While we have a car and we both have our license, we prefer not to use it if it isn't an emergency.

I was three blocks away before noticing something out of the blue - a crying small boy. It was easy to notice when everyone else around was walking past him like nothing was wrong. Checking my watch, I see that I'm on a fast track and will be early to school if I keep this pace. Wanting to be a good Samaritan, I stop and kneel with the kid.

"Hey, kid. What's wrong?"

The boy was covering his face but stopped crying to make eye contact with me. He sniffed a few times before speaking up.

"M-My mommy gave me money so I can buy bread at the market. But a bad man in a suit took the money. We're short on money, so the bread would've been used to feed us until she gets paid again. If I don't buy the bread, we'll starve."

Needless to say, I was disgusted. "And a guy in a suit just took it from you? Doesn't an adult have better things to do than rob little kids?"

I look behind me and see that people are still walking past us before taking off and opening my bag.

While searching, I speak to the boy again. "What did this suit look like?"

"It was a gray suit. He had on sunglasses and a weird looking pin on the lapel. W-Why are you asking me that?"

I pull out my sparring gloves. "He went the way I was walking?"

The boy nodded.

I give him my bag after closing it. "Take this. I'm gonna get you your money back. Stay here."

He was rightfully confused. "O-Okay."

I stand and turn around before walking the way the boy directed, walking inconspicuously so people don't stop and stare. I walk the sidewalk until I notice the man who stole the kid's money. This dolt was on the phone, and I took a glance at what he was wearing. Gray Suit, check. Shades, check. Pin on his blazer, check.

Yeah, this was the guy.

I approached, and as I neared him, he turned around and continued walking after hanging up the phone. I was at the appropriate distance and immediately slammed my fist against right hip, temporarily disabling him. I then kneed him against the spine before grabbing his shoulder and tossing him on the ground, the back of his head hitting the sidewalk. Looking to my left, I see an alleyway and dragged him inside after seeing no one walking past cared. Away from potential prying eyes, I pick up and slam him against the wall using his blazer.

"I don't know who you are kid, but you're making a big mistake," he threatened.

I made my intentions clear. "Took the words out of my mouth, you stupid suit. I'm only here because you took a little kid's grocery money. Give it back, and I won't brutalize your face."

But the man didn't want to cooperate. "Do you know who I work for? He won't be happy that a kid attacked me. He-"

His spiel was interrupted after I landed a hook on his cheek. He sprawled out on ground, but I pick him back up and pin him against the wall again.

"I don't give a fuck if God himself was your boss! You're seriously telling me that a corporate suck up like you doesn't make enough money where you think it's morally justifiable to rob a child? Screw requesting, now I'm demanding you give me the money you took. Or... I will fuck you up."

He still wouldn't budge. "Go to hell, boy. The Mishima Zaibatsu will not stand for this. Just you wait."

I take a look at his pin and see that it is a Mishima Zaibatsu pin. Too late to back out now.

"Oh, well. If you tell Mishima Heihachi that a minor beat you up, he'll probably fire you, considering he's a modern day tyrant. The beating I'm about to give you will be a blessing in disguise, I bet. You'll thank me for this."

Those were my last words before I stiffly punch his kidney, causing him to fall on his knees. I grab his shirt collar before balling my fist. I cock it and I land fierce punch square on the nose. The second broke it, and the subsequent five were well deserved though potentially overkill.

*WHAM*

Okay, it was six punches. After the last punch, I let go as he drops to the ground with a mug looking like a Picasso Painting. The curved nose, black eyes and bruises strewn about. I start patting his body down and find the money he took in his right pocket. Storing it, I continue patting down and find his wallet before taking all the money inside, a good twenty-five thousand Yen. I put that in my wallet before leaving the alley and making my way back to the boy.

Taking my gloves off, I go into my pocket and take the money that was stolen and give it back.

"Wow! Thank you, mister."

"Don't worry about it. I don't think he'll steal from you again."

I put my gloves back in my bag before putting it back on and checked my watch again. "Crap, I'm gonna be late for school! Take care, kid. And try not to get your money stolen again, alright?"

The boy nodded again, this time a lot happier than earlier. I sprint for my school, and the day went as normal. The next incident didn't happen until seven days later, the next Saturday.

School just released for the day as I was walking home. On Saturdays, I tend to take a scenic route home since I tend not to leave my apartment unless heading to my dojo for an occasional Sunday lesson. While taking in the scenery, I notice a few suits behind me but thought nothing of it and kept walking home. Five blocks away from the apartment, those suits were still on my trail.

Clearly, something was wrong.

Knowing this, I started making a mad dash as predicted they sprinted after me. Maneuvering through the emerging crowd, I make a path to that same alleyway. I counted four of them who were more likely going to attack, so I needed something with little space. I just hope I can avoid the oncoming onslaught. I take out my sparring gloves and put them on as Slum Village starts playing in my earphones.

(Play Where We Come From by Slum Village)

I stop in the alleyway and hear the footsteps stop too.

"You made a mistake, kid. You should've never attacked Keisuke. Now you're going to pay."

"Keisuke," I repeat the man I victimized's name mockingly before taking my bag off. "Shouldn't have taken that kid's money and should've just given it back to me. Then he wouldn't have a face only a mom could love."

The suits didn't like that response and prepared themselves. I take a deep breath before rushing to the centermost suit.

(I'm from the D-E-T-R-O-I-T.)

I land a fierce straight punch, disabling him for the time being. Noticing a suit attempting to rabbit punch, I duck and sweep at his calf. He loses his balance, and I move out of the way so his punch makes contact with the suit on my left. Seizing the moment of opportunity, I grab the last suit and force him on the wall and quickly punch him in the gut several times. I look behind me and kick one of the suits in the stomach, forcing him to the ground. I take the suit's blazer and cover his head with it before punching him repeatedly and threw him on the guy I just downed. The man I punched in the stomach got back to his feet and tried grabbing me. I get his grubby mitts off me and kick him across his cheek, forcing him to fall backward.

(My city ain't the shadiest, it ain't what they say it is, yeah we raise our baby here, will of the wonder years, built 'till we persevere, spirit of the pioneers, when the sun clears we switch gears.)

The last suit desperately attacked, but I kicked him into the brick wall. He recoiled on impact, and I pushed him back into it. I land consecutive punches on his abdomen before grabbing his head to slam against the wall one last time before pushing him onto the ground. I look at them all, writhing in pain. I picked my bag up, put my sparring gloves back inside, and continued walking home as if nothing happened. On the way out, I noticed a limo parked on the side of the road.

"Huh, don't see that often around here," I said before walking home.

Making my way back to my apartment, I get to my number. I open the door and close it before taking my shoes off.

"Hiro, welcome back."

"Kaa-san? You're home early from work."

"The company sent half of us home as we weren't needed. How was school?"

"Same old. At least I have tomorrow off; the week was a little nutty," I say while plopping down on our couch.

"Work has been picking up on my end, too. It was rather sudden. Now, do your homework before you start decompressing."

"Yes, Kaa-san."

I take my bag to my room. Inside, I scan at my trophies from competitions I participated in, awards from my dojo, and other memorabilia.

It took only two days for my life to derail completely.

The following Monday was like any other. I walked to school using the path with no out-of-the-ordinary occurrences. But when I got inside my school and started walking to my homeroom, things go left.

"Minazuki Hirose, please report to the Principal's Office immediately. Minazuki Hirose, please report to the Principal's Office immediately. Thank you," the Principal called over the PA.

The other students around me started whispering as I made my way there.

"What did Minazuki do?"

"I don't know; this is unusual."

"Maybe he got caught for beating up the bullies again."

Ignoring the comments, I made my way to the office and found my mother already inside. "Kaa-san? What are you doing here?"

"The principal called me at work and told me to come here. Did you do anything wrong?"

"Not that I know of." I sat down just as the principal walked in.

"Wonderful, you're both here."

"Did Hirose do anything that would warrant him being here, principal?"

"Not exactly, Minazuki-san."

"Then why are we here, Principal?"

"There's no way to sugarcoat this. This morning, I received a call from Mishima Heihachi."

Kaa-san and I widened our eyes.

"And he promised to triple the school's budget if I expel you, Hirose-san."

"What?"

"Principal Sakamoto, Hiro is one of your best and brightest!" Kaa-san defended me.

"Yes, which is why I'm not going to use the fact that he attacked some of the Third Years against him."

Kaa-san looked at me with murderous intent.

"They were bullying the First Years, Kaa-san! And the Student Council was too busy being pencil pushers to stop it!"

"My son's vigilantism aside since you said it wasn't a factor in his potential expulsion, taking the budget increase is the equivalent of selling your soul to the devil, Principal Sakamoto."

"My decision hurts even more since the increase will greatly benefit the rest of the student body."

"For the cost of throwing me under the bus?"

"Sumimasen, Hirose-san. But my decision stands: your expulsion is effective immediately. If you wish, I can have the security escort you out."

"No need; we will leave on our own. Come, Hiro."

We left the school and started walking home.

"I can't believe I got expelled," I said in disbelief.

"Don't worry, Hiro. Getting you into another school will hardly be difficult with marks like yours," Kaa-san brought my spirits up. "But I am worried about your tendency to act violently when someone is wronged."

"What are you talking about, Kaa-san?"

"We're just going to ignore how you supposedly bullied the bullies at your former school? Doing the right thing is not why I'm bringing this up, Hiro. I'd do the same thing if in your position," Kaa-san explained. "It's how far you took it that concerns me. While you use Karate as an emotional outlet, it has also been brought to our attention that you are somewhat anti-authoritarian. Should I ask where those Third Years are currently?"

"No, Kaa-san."

"I'm not angry, Hiro. But please do be more careful. You're gifted in Karate but don't abuse that gift."

Kaa-chan practiced Martial Arts when she was my age - a Sensei in Osaka training in the Kazama Traditional Style of Martial Arts. She hasn't been there as often since having me, but once in a while, her fellow senseis and students call her to have her conduct a lesson. I don't know if she's rusty, but her muscle memory has dramatically helped.

"Well, the day could always be worse. I could have gotten fired from my job. Then we really would be in it. But for now, let's head home."

"Yes, Kaa-san."

As we neared our apartment complex, we noticed a bunch of military vehicles and a luxurious limo.

"Huh, that's the second limo I've seen in the past two weeks."

"I think the military cars should be more concerning, Hiro. They look like they're parked outside our house."

Kaa-san started running to get a clearer picture of what was happening.

"What is this?" Kaa-san after she stopped running. I caught up with her, and I saw what she did.

The Tekken Force occupied our apartment complex.

"Should we continue, Kaa-san?"

Before she could answer, some Tekken Force soldiers spotted us and started radioing in our presence.

"The Minazukis have returned from the school grounds."

After some return chatter, the soldier walked up to us. "Follow me."

Feeling pressured by the other soldiers, we did as requested and followed. When he stopped, we were outside our apartment door. Two other TF soldiers patrolled outside; one opened it for us. And when we entered, we saw him.

"Mishima Heihachi," I uttered in bewilderment.

The old man stood in his gray suit and yellow scarf with an overcompensating Mishima Zaibatsu Pin. "Finally... "You know how to make a man wait."

I went to speak impulsively, but Kaa-san stopped me. "Why did you have Principal Sakamoto expel my son?"

"Straight to business. Quite admirable," Mishima said as he went to touch her.

"Don't touch me, Mishima. You may be the Head of your conglomerate, but I'll break your arm if you lay a finger on me or my son."

"As expected from the former head teacher at the Osaka Branch of Kazama Martial Arts school."

How the hell did he know of that?

"To answer your question, Minazuki-san," Mishima spoke. "I've been watching your son for a few weeks now."

"And why is that?"

"It started when your son brutalized one of my guards."

"Hirose!" Kaa-san all but yelled.

"He stole a kid's money! And I asked him repeatedly to give it back! I can't be held responsible for his sense of arrogance and entitlement! He deserved that beating, and I won't apologize for doing the right thing."

"Your son is correct, Minazuki-san. He had to tell me what had happened since he was late for a PR Event. My curiosity was piqued. I wanted to see if Keisuke was bluffing or not. So I sent the rest of my guards after your son."

"You could've gotten Hiro killed!" Kaa-san immediately went into Mama Bear mode.

"You were worried for nothing. Your son easily beat off my elite guard. He certainly deserves his Seventh Degree Black Belt in Kyokushin Karate," Mishima explained. "And with how you act, I can see where he got his fierce sense of justice."

Kaa-san looked at me with a bit of pride. "I'm glad he got something from me."

"Indeed. After witnessing that display, I decided to request your academic records." Mishima pulled a folder out of his coat. "Top 10% of his year group and consistently high marks is impressive. And doing so while regularly attending his Karate classes."

Mishima put the folder away. "You've raised a fine son, Minazuki-san."

"I did what I could with the circumstances we were given."

Mishima cackled. "This modesty is killing me! I knew what needed to be done. I called your old school's principal and made my offer. Surprisingly, he wasn't willing to let you go, Hirose-san. I kept increasing the money until I decided to triple the school's budget. I knew he couldn't say no to that offer."

"Make your offer, Mishima," Kaa-san said firmly.

"I will provide your family with the money you desperately need if your son enrolls in my school, Mishima Polytechnical High School in Osaka. A fully paid tuition, so long as he keeps his high marks up, free room and board at the accompanying dormitory, and an opportunity to study abroad. Of course, you can deny my offer. However..."

He signaled his men, and they aimed their guns at us.

"Fine, I'll enroll in your school," I surrendered.

The soldiers dropped their guns immediately as Mishima laughed victoriously. "Wonderful! Allow me to get the paperwork, and I'll send it to this apartment in the coming days. And Hirose-san," Mishima said to me. "Welcome to Mishima Polytechnical. Move out, boys!"

"Yes, Sir!"

The Tekken Force and Mishima cleared the area in minutes, leaving Kaa-san and me to sit on the couch.

"Well, we won't have to enroll you in another school," Kaa-chan joked.

Allow me to reintroduce myself.

Konnichiwa. My name is Minazuki Hirose. I'm a second-year student at Mishima Polytechnical High School.

A/N: And there's the first chapter!

We met our main protagonist properly and learned how he enrolled at Mishima Polytechnical. We also met his mother, from whom he got his morals and sense of vigilantism and justice. I hope this entertained you all with how the test chapters blew up. Lemme know what you think with a Review or a PM.

I'll see you later!