"There, that should be the last box, Mr. Hyoudou," one of the movers has set a box labeled "Kitchen" in the empty kitchen. It's been 6 years since Koto was founded by his adopted father and mother and 5 years since Issei has been brought into the world. Since the family has grown a bit bigger than it has been, Gorou thought it was about time to move into a bigger place. A nice 3 bedroom, 2 bath house in the calming city of Kuoh. It was a nice small town that wasn't too far from Gorou parent's place in the mountains.

"Thank you for your hard work you guys," Gorou said. Miki holding both of Koto's and Issei's hands walks up behind him.

"You sure you boys don't want anything else?" She asked them.

"We appreciate the offer, but no ma'am," said the other mover. "We have a very packed schedule today. Our boss wouldn't be happy about us staying any longer." Both movers then went inside of the truck and started the engine. "Y'all have a good day now. And have fun living here." They said before driving off.

""Bye-Bye!"" The young Issei and Koto said towards them as they drove down the road. Gorou then clapped his hands together before looking towards his family of three.

"Alright everyone. We have a busy day ahead of us, but I believe we can do a lot with the 4 of us," he said. He would then kneel down towards Koto and Issei, pointing towards both of them. "Issei, Koto. Can I trust you to handle the small things, right?" He asked them. Both boys would salute towards their father in understatement.

"Yes sir!" Koto proudly exclaimed.

"You can count on us!" Issei followed.

"That's my little soldiers!" Gorou said while rubbing their heads. He would then stand back up and look towards Miki. "You and I could handle the bigger stuff."

"Sure thing," she said. With all that said and done, the Hyoudou moving process has begun!

"...Come on~ Blue Ribbon… This will be the most important fight of your life!..." sang the little Koto, carrying a box towards his parent bedroom as they were setting up one of the children's bedrooms. It was a song from both his and Issei's favorite anime. But anyways, he was singing to himself as he placed the box onto the floor before going back to get another one when he saw Issei was looking through one of the ones labeled "Gorou".

"Issei, what are you doing? We should be putting stuff away like dad said." Koto would say as he approaches Issei to try and scold him, but honestly, he also wanted to see what Issei was looking at.

"I know," Issei said. "One of Papa's stuff was poking out from the box so I was trying to put it back, but then I found this." Issei would pull a foam pair of nun-chucks out.

"Ooo! He has nun-chucks?!" Koto excitedly said.

"Yeah! They're even orange! Just like one of those turtles!" Issei said as he put them back before continuing to dig through the box. "There's a lot of cool stuff in here. Even medals and trophies!" Issei then pulls out a rather big gold trophy that says "Japan's strongest young martial artist: Gorou Hyoudou of the Dragon Style".

"Dragon style…" Koto said to himself. As the brothers continued to look through the box, both Gorou and Miki came downstairs to the living room.

"Issei, Koto, we're going to order out for dinner tonight. We need you two to be–" Gorou was saying before both of his sons ran up to him with random objects, with Koto sporting Gorou's old red headband, and asking an assortment of questions.

"Father, you used to do martial arts?!"

"How long did you do it for?!"

"Have you ever used those nun-chucks on an actual person?!"

"Can you do the Dragon-ha like Soramago Satoru?!"

"How many championships did you win?!"

"Wait, one question at a–how did you even find this stuff?!" Gorou asked while sweating profusely being bombarded by his kids.

"Looks like they found your old martial arts stuff, ufufu~" Miki giggled.

"Miki, little help here!" Gorou yelled!

"Alright, alright, calm down you two," she said to the boys, picking up Issei. "Let's go get some food and Father will answer your questions, okay?" she asked them.

""Okay,"" they replied.

["And there you have it folks. The start of a new era along with a new Champion, The Dragon Claw, Gorou Hyoudou!"] the announcer shouted at the mic while the young Gorou Hyoudou, with a couple of cuts and scratches on his body. After finishing the bedrooms and grabbing some fried chicken for dinner tonight, Gorou decided to oblige the boys by playing one of his recorded tournaments he has participated in. After fighting different opponents big and small, he was declared the champion.

"Haa… those are some good memories…" Gorou sighed in nostalgia.

"With so many blows to the head, I'm surprised that you even remember this." Miki added.

"Of course I remember this. This is the tournament when I finally confessed to you, no?"

"Ah, so this is that tournament…" Miki said, slightly remembering.

"Father, you met mother in a tournament?" Issei asked.

"Well, not exactly. I've known your mother since high-school," Gorou explained. "She didn't really like me fighting, though."

"I really don't want my boyfriend's face battered and bruised. Plus, fighting seems a bit barbaric in my opinion," she said.

"But it did save you from getting hit on by other men," Gorou said. That made both of the boys stand up in full attention.

"There were men hitting on Mama?!" Issei yelled out.

"Did you hit them back, Papa?!" Koto asked Gorou.

"I would've if your mother didn't stop me," Gorou said.

"They didn't actually hit me, boys. They were wondering if I was seeing anybody at the time, which I was," Miki sighed while rubbing her temple slightly. "Anyways, it's time for bed, you two." Miki would then pick up Issei and start heading towards one of the bedrooms.

"Ah, do we have to…?" Koto whined.

"Sorry Koto, but Mother's word is law. And trust me, it won't do you any good to fight against her…" Gorou slightly mumbled.

"You said something dear?!" Miki politely yelled down the stairs.

"N-Nothing dear! Hehehe…" Gorou chuckled, slightly scared. "C-come on Koto." He then picks Koto up and begins walking up the stairs.

"Father, do you miss doing martial arts?" Koto asked in his father's arms.

"Hmm… I wouldn't say I miss doing it…" Gorou began to answer his son. "But if given the opportunity to do it again, I won't take down the offer. Funnily enough, my father actually taught me himself."

"Grandpa did?"

"Yup. Everything that he learned from his master. Guess you can say that it's a family style of fighting." Gorou then walks into the boys room and places Koto in his bed, tucking him inside. Before he left, Koto asked him a question.

"You think you could teach us that stuff one day?" Gorou would stand in the door frame, thinking about the question his son asked.

"When the time's right." He said before walking out.