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Ash Crimson[]
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The boy has nothing.
There has been nothing so far, and probably nothing afterwards. Most of what people think is his property are not his own.
At least, that's what the boy himself thinks so.
With no dreams, no hopes, and no passion, the boy, with a slight sneering chill from knowing all, is called Ash Crimson.
Even that name, to the boy, is not his own. He was called that upon realization, but it wasn't one that he made for his own.
On the other hand, if you ask him how he wants to be called then, how he wants to introduce himself, the boy Ash does not have the answer. For him, even his name is nothing but trivial-
――Or so Duo Lon imagines without permission. Realizing that this assumption is misguided, he shakes his head.
The boy is always mysterious.
That at least, is the truth.
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The boy always appeared out of nowhere.
Looking back, the first time they met was when upon noticing, the boy already being right next to him. Next to Duo Lon, who in search of the man who had betrayed his clan, who had been wandering alone; the boy had snuck in, as if he belonged there. In a sense, it's selfish, and wayward.
Strangely though, there was just something about him that made all that behavior acceptable.
"Is something wrong?" From the opposite side of the table, Shen notices the paper thin smile upon Duo Lon's lips midst drink, and grins. There are already two empty bowls lying about, each about the size of a child's head, but his face betrays no trace of alcohol.
"No--I just thought he was late. ''
"Ash, huh. Damn brat, what's he doing when he's the one that called us over?" Complaining like that, Shen starts gnawing on the Shanghai crab offered by the stall owner.
Shen also is not a man who's normally accompanied by others. It's only thanks to that bizarre catalyst called Ash between them, why he's managing to exchange drinks with Duo Lon like this.
Duo Lon doesn't know much about the encounter between Ash and Shen. Even if he asks, they'll never give a straight answer anyway. But he doesn't think there's much of a difference to his own. Upon notice, the boy'd have already secured his position right next to the older man, and then, as if it was quite natural, would have been eating sweets or trimming his nails without a care in the world--probably.
Ash often showed a very familiar attitude towards the two, but that didn't mean he was allowed to. It was the same for him and Shen as well. In short, they were all lone wolves. Not liking to rely or be relied on. And by chance, the three of them had met, on these busy streets of Shanghai.
It's closer than 'acquaintances', but not so close that it can be expressed in terms of a 'friend'--Duo Lon himself considers their relationship to have that subtle distance.
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While Duo Lon had been tilting back the old cheap shot glass, slowly sipping the thirty-year-old aubergine, Shen had already emptied three entire bowls. The crucial Ash hasn’t appeared yet. It's already 8 o'clock at night, but the jumbled liveliness of the back streets of Shanghai only seems to fill up even more.
Duo Lon leaves a few bills on the table, and stands up.
“What are you doing? Going back?”
"Mm."
Smoothing the robe’s long hems, he gives a light nod. Having lived in a distant place from civilization, Duo Lon wasn’t a fan of loud confusion. “―It doesn’t seem like Ash will appear tonight anyhow. When he said 7:00, it might have meant 7:00 tomorrow morning, not tonight."
"Hah? What’s that supposed to mean, I definitely heard it’s around here at seven tonight!''
“It’s surprising you trust that scamp’s words to that extent.''
"You saying the bastard told me the wrong time on purpose?”
“If it’s Ash, it’s possible.”
“Heh.” Again ordering another round of aged alcohol, Shen brings a wild grin to his lips. “Can’t be helped then. Guess I’ll be here drinking straight to morning.”
“Careful about hangovers if you can.”
Promising to meet again at this place at 7:00 tomorrow morning, Duo Lon begins to walk.
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At one point, Duo Lon had asked Ash. "Ash, what are you trying to do? What are you fighting for? ''
To those questions, Ash did not answer. Instead, looking up at the sky, "Being free sure is nice."
"Huh? What are you talking about? A brat like you that does whatever he wants; you're always free."
"Aha ha ha ha♪ Not as much as Shen, though."
-Trying to figure out the heart of a freckled boy, smiling under the blue sky.
Immediately remembering how useless that task was, Duo Lon shook his head with a bitter smile. He thought he had a rather good eye for people, but even for him, the boy, Ash Crimson, was too difficult to understand.
Perhaps, a boy that no one can understand.
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It's hard to read the boy's truth, but this time, Duo Lon had been correct.
At 7:00 the next morning, as Duo Lon stands quietly in the morning sun-lit alley, along with a Shen, who's massaging his temples with a scowl, the boy appears, humming quite happily. "Bonjour, you two. You came early."
"This damn guy...It really was 7:00 in the morning..!"
"Oh? Have you been waiting since 7:00 last night?" Breaking his freckled face with a mischievous smile, Ash shrugs. " Hmm...The phone line must have been in poor condition.''
"You bastard..." Rather than any more words, Shen inhales a can of beer.
"Oh? A wake-up drink?"
"Course I'm drinking. Not only did I have to wait a bunch, you had to come along with some useless baggage.''
Without having to listen to Shen’s complaints, Duo Lon also has noticed.
Suddenly, all around the three of them are suspicious men.
There, of course, is no way they’re simple passerby.
Every single one of them has an aura of murder, with some of them already even pulling out knives. Maybe having sensed this shady air, the alley is frozen with a cold silence, no one attempting to step outside.
“...This has nothing to do with me.” Duo Lon leans against the old building wall, folding his arms.
“I don’t know either. Looks like some old Yakuza. Sorta related to Shen maybe?” These men have obviously followed Ash, but it’s that same Ash who’s laughing as if this is someone else’s business. “-See, didn’t Shen fight very nicely around the port sometime back? Maybe it’s payback.”
“You're really going to say that? It definitely was a party, but you’re the one who threw the first punch! I just got swept in.”
“Huh? Now I think of it-”
Before Ash’s bluff could even end, the men strike all in unison. Not only Ash, but Shen and he also seem to be targets as well.
“...Really, I never get a chance to be bored with you around, Ash!”
“I’m not involved...but it’s useless to say that now it seems.”
After knocking out the very front-runner with a counter strike, Duo Lon runs to the building’s roof with a kick of the wall. Unlike the any-combat-loving Shen, he doesn’t like useless fights. Besides, for these level of thugs, only one of the remaining two will be enough.
Lightly descending on the rusty railing of the rooftop, Duo Lon calmly watches the fight in the alley below. In the pale darkness, vivid flames of green dance, scattering tiny sparks. As if mocking their weakness, Ash takes down the men one after another with a cool smile.
The spirited, merciless variant of a flame-
Someday, Duo Lon thinks vaguely, there might be a time where he has to face those green flames directly.
Duo Lon[]
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Perhaps it's raining soon, the night breeze tonight is heavy and damp.
The shadow fell on the balcony in the lukewarm wind.
The shadow is called Duo Lon. Livelihood is an assassin-I came here tonight, of course, for "work".
This mansion is home to a monkey old millionaire who made a huge fortune in his generation. Duo Lon's target tonight was the old man. By the time he built his current position in his lifetime, he probably had a lot of human resentment.
But that's not what Duo Lon knows.
Also, knowing that the old man is old and short, what is the situation and feelings of the client who still chose the means of assassination, that is not known to Duo Lon, and I am not particularly interested in it.
Rather, trying to know it was a big taboo for them. This is because an assassin who goes too deep into the client's circumstances may eventually be in a position to be killed. So even on this day, Duo Lon didn't even know the background of the target.
The target's name and home, life cycle and face-keeping that in mind, Duo Lon always does his job in a straightforward manner. However, such Duo Lon frowned quizzically.
The scent of sweet incense comes along with the night breeze. Duo Lon muted his footsteps and approached the window to the scent he remembered. The window was thin and open. The scent permeated the air leaking from the room. “…………” Duo Lon quietly sneaked indoors and was attacked by light dizziness and immediately pressed a handkerchief against his mouth.
Duo Lon spread a detailed sketch of the mansion in his head and headed for the old man's bedroom. Along the way, he saw servants working here, all lying loosely or slumping on the floor, sighing regularly. Probably due to the hypnotic component contained in this incense.
――Duo Lon was convinced that because he made the same incense in the Hidden Village of the bandits.
Duo Lon stepped into the bedroom with an unpleasant premonition and saw a charred, just human-shaped, on the floor beside his bed.
Duo Lon thought that the old man was completely burned down here without leaving any bones.
Duo Lon, who left the mansion unknowingly, immediately contacted his client.
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It was starting to rain.
Duo Lon went to Chinatown in the city and pushed the door of a Chinese restaurant at the end of the street where Chinese people gathered from here and there.
The eyes of the customers in the store focused on Duo Lon for a moment, and he quickly dissipated. Slightly frowned upon by the smoke of cigarettes that obstructed his view, Duo Lon asked no one.
"... Do you know a woman who seems to have a bad foot habit?"
No one can answer that question. Instead, the eyes of the guests were once again focused on one point.
Duo Lon glanced behind him over his shoulder as the guests gazed, and went to the guests with a small bitter smile in his mouth. "... I disturbed you. It seems that the inquirer was found." "I unexpectedly came across a rare face."
A soaked woman in a red cheongsam on her fur coat distorted her shiny lips in anticipation of her Duo Lon. "--Are you doing something for me, Duo Lon?"
"Is it you? Orchid"
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Bandit--.
Legendary assassins who have lived in the shadow of China's long history.
Orchid was the leader of the Four Heavenly Kings, who are said to be the strongest among the bandits, and was also a childhood friend of Duo Lon. He still thinks so with Duo Lon, but I don't know if he thinks so with Ran.
Because the current Duo Lon is, for Ron, the hateful son who killed his mother and grandmother.
Duo Lon gently put her umbrella on a free-spirited woman who tried to walk in the rain, without her fur getting wet.
There is a harbor beyond the unpopular warehouse district. The air here was mixed with the scent of the tide, but what Duo Lon now feels more strongly is the scent emitted from the body of the orchid-the residual scent of the hypnotic component that I felt in that mansion. was.
"... That was your" work "."
"What are you talking about?"
"That's it."
Duo Lon looked up at the top of the hill. It's hard to see at this distance, but the mansion where Duo Lon was about an hour ago stands on that hill.
When he realized that Duo Lon was in a hurry, he squinted his eyes with a mysterious glow and laughed.
"... Did you get the same" work "from someone?"
"It seems like that"
"Well, it was Jiisan who seemed to buy grudges here and there."
"... Thanks to that, I failed in my" work "."
"What? Why? I didn't get rid of that Jiisan properly?"
"It's you, not me, who did the" work ". I don't feel like taking advantage of it and getting paid."
"You ... that kind of thing is still the same."
Ron lightly pokes Duo Lon's chest.
"--so?"
"What is it?"
"Did you search for me to make such a grudge?"
"If you were in this city, there was something I wanted to talk about."
"Oh, by chance. I have a lot of talk."
"Let's listen"
"I can't get in touch with Ron and the others."
Ron uttered a heavy story lightly.
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One of the four heavenly kings of the former bandits, Ron, the strongest bandit who was also the head of the clan, suddenly changed suddenly one night and slaughtered the clan members, set fire to the village and expelled electricity.
Most of the surviving bandits are now chasing Ron as a traitor. Of course, Duo Lon and Ran continue to search for clues to Ron who are missing as a sword while traveling around the world for "work".
And that traitor Ron was none other than Duo Lon's real father. Overnight, Duo Lon changed his position from being called the eldest son of a bandit, the young man, and became the son of a traitor.
"--I can't get in touch with Sai and Chat, not just Ron. Maybe something happened."
At the eaves of the old warehouse, Ran muttered while sheltering from the rain alongside Duo Lon. Rin, Sai, and Chat are all four heavenly kings of the same rank as Ran, and their abilities are by no means inferior to their predecessors. The fact that all three of them refused to hear should be considered as an unusual situation.
"... Actually, I couldn't get the news of my brothers. Maybe I was beaten up by Ron." He was also accustomed to abandoning his father as Ron. The days of pursuing his real father as a traitor to the clan may be losing that sense of balance from Duo Lon.
"Watch out for you, run"
"... Who are you talking to?"
With his hands stuck in his fur coat pocket, Ran left the eaves and swam into the rain.
"... I'll kill you"
Ran looked back at Duo Lon and said in a low voice. A slight heat haze is rising from the body of the woman who asserts that.
"I'll kill Ron, even if I'm the head of my predecessor, even if you're your father. To me, I'm the mother and grandmother, and you can't kill Ron anyway."
"... Take it"
In Ran's words, Duo Lon just said that and threw the folded umbrella at Ron.
The moment, the white legs of the orchid flashed, and the trajectory burned crimson.
"... Don't worry about yourself rather than worry about others, boya."
Burning a black umbrella in a blink of an eye with the beauty of his legs in flames, Ran turned his back on his childhood friend. A beautiful hitman who manipulates her flames at will-certainly, it would be enough to burn an old man without leaving any bones, with little damage to the furnishings around her.
"... Ron went to me before"
Receiving the look over Ran's shoulder, Duo Lon went in, nevertheless without changing her complexion. "If you have a feeling in your heart, don't say it lightly."
"――――"
The orchid's eyes become even sharper.
"Dare to say something secret is like vomiting anxiety in her chest."
"... Then, at best, you should obey your father's words foolishly and honestly. I have my own way."
"... That's right."
Even after seeing off the run, Duo Lon continued to hear the sound of rain at the eaves of the warehouse.
For me now, can I really beat Ron-my father? Can I meet Ron before that?
The monotonous and constant sound of rain makes people spend idle time.
Duo Lon, who shook his head and dispelled his negative thoughts, quietly blended into the darkness around him and disappeared from the scene without leaving any trace.
Those who live in the darkness of history and live in the shadows of people-other than the way of life as a bandit, there was no choice for Duo Lon.
And to do that, he must kill his real father.
Perhaps it's raining soon, the night breeze tonight is heavy and damp.
The shadow fell on the balcony in the lukewarm wind.
The shadow is called Duo Lon. Livelihood is an assassin-I came here tonight, of course, for "work".
This mansion is home to a monkey old millionaire who made a huge fortune in his generation. Duo Lon's target tonight was the old man.
By the time he built his current position in his lifetime, he probably had a lot of human resentment. But that's not what Duo Lon knows.
Also, knowing that the old man is old and short, what is the situation and feelings of the client who still chose the means of assassination, that is not known to Duo Lon, and I am not particularly interested in it.
Rather, trying to know it was a big taboo for them. This is because an assassin who goes too deep into the client's circumstances may eventually be in a position to be killed. So even on this day, Duo Lon didn't even know the background of the target.
The target's name and home, life cycle and face-keeping that in mind, Duo Lon always does his job in a straightforward manner. However, such Duo Lon frowned quizzically.
The scent of sweet incense comes along with the night breeze. Duo Lon muted his footsteps and approached the window to the scent he remembered. The window was thin and open. The scent permeated the air leaking from the room.
“…………”
Duo Lon quietly sneaked indoors and was attacked by light dizziness and immediately pressed a handkerchief against his mouth.
Duo Lon spread a detailed sketch of the mansion in his head and headed for the old man's bedroom. Along the way, he saw servants working here, all lying loosely or slumping on the floor, sighing regularly. Probably due to the hypnotic component contained in this incense.
――Duo Lon was convinced that because he made the same incense in the Hidden Village of the bandits.
Duo Lon stepped into the bedroom with an unpleasant premonition and saw a charred, just human-shaped, on the floor beside his bed.
Duo Lon thought that the old man was completely burned down here without leaving any bones.
Duo Lon, who left the mansion unknowingly, immediately contacted his client.
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It was starting to rain.
Duo Lon went to Chinatown in the city and pushed the door of a Chinese restaurant at the end of the street where Chinese people gathered from here and there.
The eyes of the customers in the store focused on Duo Lon for a moment, and he quickly dissipated. Slightly frowned upon by the smoke of cigarettes that obstructed his view, Duo Lon asked no one.
"... Do you know a woman who seems to have a bad foot habit?"
No one can answer that question. Instead, the eyes of the guests were once again focused on one point.
Duo Lon glanced behind him over his shoulder as the guests gazed, and went to the guests with a small bitter smile in his mouth.
"... I disturbed you. It seems that the inquirer was found."
"I unexpectedly came across a rare face."
A soaked woman in a red cheongsam on her fur coat distorted her shiny lips in anticipation of her Duo Lon.
"--Are you doing something for me, Duo Lon?"
"Is it you? Orchid"
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Bandit--.
Legendary assassins who have lived in the shadow of China's long history.
Orchid was the leader of the four heavenly kings, who are said to be the strongest among the bandits, and was also a childhood friend of Duo Lon. He still thinks so with Duo Lon, but I don't know if he thinks so with Ran.
Because the current Duo Lon is, for Ran, the hateful son who killed his mother and grandmother.
Duo Lon gently put her umbrella on a free-spirited woman who tried to walk in the rain, without her fur getting wet.
There is a harbor beyond the unpopular warehouse district. The air here was mixed with the scent of the tide, but what Duo Lon now feels more strongly is the scent emitted from the body of the orchid-the residual scent of the hypnotic component that I felt in that mansion. was.
"... That was your" work "."
"What are you talking about?"
"That's it"
Duo Lon looked up at the top of the hill. It's hard to see at this distance, but the mansion where Duo Lon was about an hour ago stands on that hill.
When he realized that Duo Lon was in a hurry, he squinted his eyes with a mysterious glow and laughed.
"... Did you get the same" work "from someone?"
"It seems like that"
"Well, it was Jiisan who seemed to buy grudges here and there."
"... Thanks to that, I failed in my 'work"."
"What? Why? I didn't get rid of that Jiisan properly?"
"It's you, not me, who did the" work ". I don't feel like taking advantage of it and getting paid."
"You ... that kind of thing is still the same."
Ran lightly pokes Duo Lon's chest.
"--so?"
"What is it?"
"Did you search for me to make such a grudge?"
"If you were in this city, there was something I wanted to talk about."
"Oh, by chance. I have a lot of talk."
"Let's listen"
"I can't get in touch with Rin and the others."
Ran uttered a heavy story lightly.
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One of the four heavenly kings of the former bandits, Ron, the strongest bandit who was also the head of the clan, suddenly changed suddenly one night and slaughtered the clan members, set fire to the village and expelled electricity. Most of the surviving bandits are now chasing Ron as a traitor. Of course, Duo Lon and Ran continue to search for clues to Ron who are missing as a sword while traveling around the world for "work".
And that traitor Ron was none other than Duo Lon's real father. Overnight, Duo Lon changed his position from being called the eldest son of a bandit, the young man, and became the son of a traitor.
"--I can't get in touch with Sai and Chat, not just Rin. Maybe something happened."
At the eaves of the old warehouse, Ran muttered while sheltering from the rain alongside Duo Lon. Rin, Sai, and Chat are all four heavenly kings of the same rank as Ran, and their abilities are by no means inferior to their predecessors. The fact that all three of them refused to hear should be considered as an unusual situation.
"... Actually, I couldn't get the news of my brothers. Maybe I was beaten up by Ron."
He was also accustomed to abandoning his father as Ron. The days of pursuing his real father as a traitor to the clan may be losing that sense of balance from Duo Lon.
"Watch out for you, run"
"... Who are you talking to?"
With his hands stuck in his fur coat pocket, Ran left the eaves and swam into the rain.
"... I'll kill you"
Ran looked back at Duo Lon and said in a low voice. A slight heat haze is rising from the body of the woman who asserts that.
"I'll kill Ron, even if I'm the head of my predecessor, even if you're your father. To me, I'm the mother and grandmother, and you can't kill Ron anyway." "... Take it" In Ran's words, Duo Lon just said that and threw the folded umbrella at Ran.
The moment, the white legs of the orchid flashed, and the trajectory burned crimson.
"... Don't worry about yourself rather than worry about others, boya."
Burning a black umbrella in a blink of an eye with the beauty of his legs in flames, Ran turned his back on his childhood friend. A beautiful hitman who manipulates her flames at will-certainly, it would be enough to burn an old man without leaving any bones, with little damage to the furnishings around her.
"... Ron went to me before"
Receiving the look over Ran's shoulder, Duo Lon went in, nevertheless without changing her complexion.
"If you have a feeling in your heart, don't say it lightly."
"――――"
The orchid's eyes become even sharper.
"Dare to say something secret is like vomiting anxiety in her chest."
"... Then, at best, you should obey your father's words foolishly and honestly. I have my own way."
"... That's right."
Even after seeing off the run, Duo Lon continued to hear the sound of rain at the eaves of the warehouse.
For me now, can I really beat Ron-my father? Can I meet Ron before that?
The monotonous and constant sound of rain makes people spend idle time.
Duo Lon, who shook his head and dispelled his negative thoughts, quietly blended into the darkness around him and disappeared from the scene without leaving any trace.
Those who live in the darkness of history and live in the shadows of people-other than the way of life as a bandit, there was no choice for Duo Lon.
And to do that, he must kill his real father.
Shen Woo[]
https://game.snk-corp.co.jp/official/kof-xii/character/shen_profile.html
I met the girl. I don't know her name. Is she about 5 or 6 years old? An unfriendly girl working in this little cafeteria with the help of her grandfather.
The girl she met with Shen, she stood still, with her empty dishes. She wasn't particularly interested in Shen because of her meaning, and she suddenly met in between her busy work, and she somehow lost the timing to look away from her-that's right. At that time, Shen suddenly lifted her eyebrows, stripped her teeth, and laughed as if she was glaring at her girl. "Hit ...!" In this Shanghai, it is called the god of war, and it is Shen who avoids the yakuza. It was natural for a little girl to be frightened by the ferocious beast-like smile that made even the toughest men tremble. "No one can eat it." Shen laughed funny when she saw the girl run away to the old man. "--It's still bad. At a store like this, only me can come. It's time to go fishing." While saying such a thing in the mouth, the bowl that should have noodles is clean, and I will pay the money in a lawful manner. It was proof that Shen liked this store unexpectedly. Perhaps because he knew that, the reticent old shopkeeper just gave Shen a friendly laugh and didn't say anything. "Then, if it doesn't collapse, I'll come again." Shen left the store after being sent off by the frosty gaze of a girl clinging to the waist of an old man. This neighborhood facing the Suzhou River was a lonely place that seemed to be left behind by the passage of time, unrelated to recent redevelopment plans, but for some reason Shen has such a landscape around here. Seemed favorable. That may be the reason why he keeps going to this store while complaining.
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There was one man-no, two at the platform where the subway ran away and the passengers disappeared. "I haven't seen it in this city for a while ... Did you go on a sightseeing trip?" Shen sat loosely on the bench and silently fanned the can of beer, looking toward the darkness at the edge of the platform and opening his mouth. "Well, that's the place." The shadow that slowly exudes from the darkness becomes the silhouette of a slender man. Shen laughed as she squeezed an empty can. "Don't say anything techie" "Not really, because the outside world is still rare for me." Duo Lon emerged from the darkness, laughed a little and walked up to Shen. "... By the way, don't you know where Ash went?" Shen shrugged his shoulders and threw his crushed can into the wastebasket. "Don't ask me one by one. I'm not his guardian." "If you don't know" In the cold home, the inorganic light created clear shadows of black and white, which further accentuated the shadow depth of Duo Lon. "I just had something to ask." "Hmm" Shen has heard that Duo Lon, the survivor of the legendary assassin group "The Thieves," is wandering around the world chasing a man who betrayed his clan. The fact that Duo Lon is moving around without the knowledge of Shen and others may also make sense to follow the clues. However, for the time being, it has nothing to do with Shen. I'm not particularly interested in it, and I don't even think about listening to the roots and leaves. "--It's about him, if you think it's gone, it'll pop up again. Isn't it better to wait here than to search for a calyx?" "Maybe" Shen and Duo Lon went out to the ground with them. There were no moons or stars in the sky of Shanghai tonight. The Shanghai Tower towering toward the heavens, the Nanpo Bridge, or a number of skyscrapers-maybe because the artificial light that roams the rapidly developing ground is too strong. "……Where are you going?" "Are you me? For the time being, it's rice and sake." "A man who is faithful to his basic desires." "Nothing comes out even if I'm home" "I haven't praised you" "That's right." She thrust her hand into the pocket of her leather pants, spit it out a little, and started walking along the Sushu River.
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Shen, who came to the usual "bad" shop, noticed the unpleasant car parked on the street in front of him and squinted. Normally, it should be open even at midnight, but for some reason the shutter is already down today. "... What is it? Is it over today?" When Shen was moody, a young man who was crouching in front of the shutter and smoking a cigarette approached Shen with an overtly intimidating attitude. "It's annoying, Ossan! If you don't want to get hurt, it disappears quickly!" "Who are you heading for?" It was the unlucky man who didn't know the face of Takegami. With a moody frown, Shen casually grabbed the collar of the man's shirt and pulled him in, slamming his head in the middle of the man's face. "NS--" The man whose sunglasses and nasal bones were crushed at the same time collapsed on the spot with a muffled moan and nosebleed. “…………” Crossing over the stuck man, Shen proceeded to a narrow alley leading to the back of the store. The ventilation fan, which normally spits out a delicious scent, isn't working at all now. Shen quietly opened her mouth and entered the store.
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In the store where the fluorescent lights were about to run out, an old granddaughter and several young men who were not familiar to Shen were sitting around a cheesy table. However, at first glance it is clear that it is not a peaceful sight. Because the unfriendly girl was bitten by her gag and had a knife on her cheek. "Get it fast, Jijii!" One of the men was rushed with the voice that was killed. The old man, whose face turned pale, nodded like a broken toy, holding a small safe from the back of the counter. "--Hey" At first glance, she almost saw this situation and she laughed lightly. "The little boys will try to imitate stingy money." "Who is that !?" Hearing Shen's mocking voice, the men were brilliant. "... Sure, Jijii here seems to be saving a small amount of money." The men opened their eyes when they saw Shen appearing under the flickering light from the darkness. "Temme ...!? Shen--" "Urusei. Don't throw it away." Shen grabbed an empty beer bottle on the counter and threw it at the man who was pointing his knife at the girl. "Gut" A man who ate a beer bottle straight between his eyebrows was slammed against the wall with Shen's front kick that flew shortly thereafter. "If you don't want to get hurt, both Jijii and the kid should lie down!" Shen shouted to bark as she turned to the other men who stood up after kicking the chair down.
"... I think I'm very happy again." Duo Lon, who was leaning against his own mouth and watching over the situation, sighed faintly when he heard the screams of the men who heard immediately, and disappeared as it was.
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The next day, the store opened again as usual. "Jijii hasn't been old for a long time, so it's okay if you fold the shop and retreat to the countryside, or if you don't have a quick son-in-law, take over and take over. So, I was spotted by the mud that was so ugly .... Hey Photoshop, are you listening? " Shen is winding a tube against a girl while drinking Shaoxing wine from midday with Shanghai crab as a side dish. However, the girl who would normally be scared to see Shen was smiling today. When the glass is empty, she comes to Shen's seat without saying anything and pours Shaoxing wine on her own. "Burka, it's 10 years early. If you have a free time to drink, the kid should study quietly." As Shen poisoned her smile, the girl nodded loudly, sat at the counter alongside Shen, opened her sketchbook and began her graffiti. "Huh ..." Shen looked at the old man over the counter, glancing at her sideways glance at the dull letters the girl wrote in the crayon. "... Why from next year" An old man who always spoke almost nothing muttered in a low voice. It probably means going to school next year. "It's because the good guys in the world win. Even though it's an Onboro dining room, the end is a female president. I hope you'll do your best at best." Shen lifted her lips and swallowed a glass of liquor. Shen's lines seemed to be ridiculing or praising herself as she tried to cross the world with her own arm. Mais sobre o texto original
Kyo Kusanagi[]
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A night breeze that feels good on his skin. Hanabira, who keeps descending quietly, piles up thinly on the clenched fist. If you stand still as it is, you will be swallowed by the light red color of each person's body in a blink of an eye. Kyo Kusanagi, staring at his fist with his gloves off and the Hanabira piled up on it, shook his eyes and shook his right arm. .. Hanabira, which was hit by a red flame, seemed to swirl for a while. A corpse is buried under the cherry tree-Motojiro Kajii also liked Kyo, but it must have been because of this crazy blooming night cherry blossom that he thought about it because it had no pattern.
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The battle of Kyoto so far has always had some kind of shackles. At one time he was fighting Orochi as a sacred treasure, at another time he was fighting Nests who treated himself as a guinea pig, and he is still fighting with something invisible on his back. What was it that made me fight as a blank self? The first tournament I met with Benimaru and Daimon-in retrospect-was a small stage that was at most nationwide and incomparable to the world-class KOF, but for some reason now that day. I missed it asexually.
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When I was leaning against the trunk of a large tree and was absent-minded, my cell phone suddenly started ringing. "--Kyo? 』\ "King" Kyo took a deep breath with a bitter smile at the timing. The fragrance emitted by the leaves of the cherry blossoms permeates the body. "Where are you now? When I asked the bag, he said he was going out to the mountain basket. 」 "You're in a bag. How much guts do you have when you have a mountain basket in a place where you can reach your mobile phone?" "of course it is. ...... So where are you? 』\ "Neighborhood park. It's cherry blossom viewing." "At this time? Is it already scattered? 』\ "There is still a place where it is in bloom. It's a little-known spot that only I know.-Will you come?" "I will refrain from doing so. Even if the flowers are flowers, I prefer the flowers that are the vocabulary. " "Go on your own .... So what exactly is it for me?" "There's nothing like errands. Just a whim " "Really" Benimaru Nikaido couldn't make such a call without any business. Kyo knew without asking everyone that he had contacted him with care about himself. Kyo muttered, rubbing the head of his nose lightly. "... You have a lot of trouble." "Huh? 』\ "Hey anything" The phone was unilaterally hung up and Kyo stood up. She made a quick noise, and the squirrels that had piled up on her body ran down.
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By the time he became aware of it, he had already been trained in the Kusanagi style, and he lived with the fate of the three sacred treasures, regardless of his will. And at 15, he surpassed his father, Saisyu Kusanagi, who was his predecessor, the folklore of Kusanagi. From that day, Kyo officially inherited the Kusanagi style. However, Kyo now thinks that the fight may have dared to win over his son in order to free his father from the stubborn title of folklore. I didn't think of it at the time, but given his father's free-spirited lifestyle after that, it's possible. In fact, after that, my father said that he left the Kusanagi style to you, and immediately set out on a warrior training trip abroad. "Thanks to my irresponsible father, I had to poke my neck into the troublesome Hanashi, which was a sacred treasure and an orochi." The profile of Kyoto was so poisonous, but there was nothing unfaithful. .. Kyo hated the hassle, but he wasn't a timid man who dared to avoid the fight. He doesn't want to be bound by fate. However, it was also said that he had escaped from it. Therefore, Kyo fights in the flames of Kusanagi regardless of his awareness and pride as a successor. He fights Orochi, fights Nests, and will continue to fight. It was, so to speak, a little childish, Kyoto's intention. And now I think that's fine.
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The piled up Hanabira was trampled down and went down a small hill overlooking the city. The ever-growing hustle and bustle of the city at night brought Kyo back to reality. When I looked up, a thin crescent moon was hung in the sky of the city with few stars. “…………” When I stopped on the pedestrian bridge and looked up at the crescent moon like a sword, regular footsteps and a sullen voice came from the other side. "Ah? Isn't it Mr. Kusanagi?" "NS" When I pulled my eyes down to the ground, Shingo Yabuki in a jersey stood lightly breathtaking. "What are you doing?" "What do you not understand by looking at it?" "... Is it a walk?" "Jogging! You can tell from this parenthesis!" "Hmm" "Hmm ..." Shingo was disappointed at the reaction of Kyoto, who seemed to be uninterested. "So why are you jogging?" "Why isn't it decided?" Shingo slammed his fist and slammed his left and right towards the void. "--It's the one for tomorrow! Shushu! Burn!" "Don't say it. It's not powerful at all." Kyo thrust his hand into his pocket with a laugh at Shingo's shadow, which was not motivated. "-Well, if you continue to make such a dedicated effort, someday you may get a spark." "Eh !? Will it come out !?" "Maybe it just came out .... Maybe it won't come out." "Which one?" "Well then, don't come out." "Hi, I'm sorry, Mr. Kusanagi! Still, what is my master !?" "You're just calling yourself a disciple .... then." "Oh! Wait a minute! It's the fate of what I met here! Please tell me something new!" "I'm in the middle of a walk. I don't feel fate." "Don't say that--" "shut up!" "Ah!" Kicking off the disciple, Kyo ran down the pedestrian bridge lightly with his hand in his pocket. ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇ ◆
The moon is chasing Kyo. Twice The moonlight, which can be seen even pale, is falling on the asphalt road on the bank along the river, with the silhouette of Kyoto as an elongated shadow. Kyo was walking home, curling his back a little and whistling.
There are friends in Kyo. Benimaru, Daimon, and Shingo――. He was a reliable teammate with a well-known spirit and ability. However, even so, I am always alone when fighting. In addition, Kyo has a connection that cannot be imposed on anyone else. He is no one else, he has someone to fight with. "――――" A glance at the moon in the night sky over his shoulder, Kyo scratched his head with a bitter smile. He remembers every time he sees the moon. "... Well, maybe the only salvation is that you don't get bored." Kyo, who was so alone, clenched his fist pulled out of his pocket and went out toward the darkness ahead. It is not comparable to Shingo's, which traces only the apparent shape. "I don't want to entrust you ... I'll just do the rest when I stand on the stage." The fist that blows up the flame illuminates Kyoto's fearless smile. At that time, Hanabira, who was caught in his cuffs, burned out with a small light like a fire.
Benimaru Nikaido[]
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"I am a genius". Benimaru Nikaido believes so and does not doubt, and he cannot help professing so. He has the appearance of being a first-class model in Japan and the United States, and he is versatile and versatile, and he has no choice but to say that he is a genius in the blessed environment of the chairman of the Nikaido Group. What do you call it? Is he a child prodigy if he is not a genius?
――So-so-buku Benimaru was, in fact, a genius in the genre of martial arts. Benimaru, who chose to shoot for his own home ground, once wore two pairs of straw shoes, a fighter and a model. For the time being, it showed that the strength of Benimaru had been extinguished. That is, none of his opponents could put a bruise on Benimaru's face. I haven't told anyone around me, but I think that Benimaru at this time was probably one of many hobbies that even had martial arts-one of the hobbies that cost money and effort, such as clay pigeon shooting and sky cruising. It may have been. Because it wouldn't have been serious for Benimaru yet. The genius of Benimaru began to focus on martial arts in earnest because of one defeat.
His opponent's name is Kyo Kusanagi. One year younger than Benimaru, he was a young man who was still in high school at that time-although he was repeating a year.
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"I wanted to see it." He squinted at the sea breeze and Chizuru Kagura laughed. "what?" "The match you lost to Kusanagi" "Fortunately or unfortunately, there was no broadcast. I'm sorry I didn't meet your expectations." A smart open car that captures the blue of the sky and the sea runs lightly on the highway along the coast. Benimaru, who was holding the steering wheel, held his blonde hair fluttering in the wind with sunglasses and smiled bitterly at the desire to see something strange. "If it's true, it's the match I was winning." "Is that so?" "I was just a little off guard because I thought the other person was a newcomer with no track record .... Well, it's just an excuse, so I'm not going to do this anymore." "I'm not talking about this." "Because you are the other person. I will never tell other people." "I'm sure women always say such a suggestive line, Nikaido-kun." "Now" Benimaru distorted his lips, feeling the gaze of Chizuru in his profile.
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All Japan Heterogeneous Martial Arts Championship, Finals――. If you were asked if you could have won that match if you weren't careful, you can't immediately answer that Benimaru could have won. Kyo Kusanagi was such a strong opponent. But to admit that he would have lost even if he wasn't careful, that's why Benimaru's pride doesn't allow. Therefore, Benimaru decides that each other's abilities are Hakuchu, but at that time he had no luck. He could have won, but he said it was just a gunbai in Kyo. "--The goddess of victory was jealous of my beauty, maybe." "What did you say, Nikaido-kun?" Chizuru looks back at the water's edge. "No, I think you're having a hard time .... He's a kid, right?" "... Yeah. I hope you will be a little more aware of being the successor to the Kusanagi style." "Kyo and Yagami are the unreachable people. What annoys such a beautiful woman?" Benimaru doesn't know much about the relationship between the Kusanagi and Yagami families and the Orochi clan. Kyo didn't want to talk about that, and before that, Kyo himself didn't know much about it. In any case, it is something that Kyo should carry on his back, not a problem that Benimaru should talk about. "I'm saved" He barefooted in the waves that came and returned, staring at the setting sun, but he suddenly remembered. Thank you for supporting Kyo-I had a clue that Benimaru might mean that. However, Benimaru does not intend to support Kyo. "He doesn't need someone to support him." Benimaru carefully chose a smile so as not to be self-deprecated. "If someone can support him, it's not me. The weight of the kid is straight .... Generally, if you do that, it sounds like Kyo is the main character and I'm the supporting character." "If so, why do you always play in the same team as Kusanagi?" "If you're okay, I'm always ready to work with you." Benimaru shrugged and leaned against the hood of his car. "I just don't want the guys in Kyoto to lose in a boring place. Since I first put the soil on the genius Benimaru Nikaido, I think Kyo Kusanagi has that duty. How is it? " "Maybe" "When he gets a lot of crap and he gets lighter, I'll settle again at that time .... Of course, with my splendid victory."
The dusk was creeping up before I knew it. The quickest star is beginning to flicker in the eastern sky, which is becoming ultramarine.
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The neon sign of the building opposite was shining in, and occasionally the inside of the multi-storey car park with little lighting was illuminated with bright blue or purple light. With the engine turned off, Benimaru muttered, messing with his sticky hair in the sea breeze, without even looking at the chizuru sitting next to him. "I wish I could send it to you." "Thank you, but it's okay here." Chizuru got off the car with a neat movement. "--It's too late, but you don't need training, Nikaido-kun? Is there a match soon?" "I'm a genius, Chizuru-san?" "A genius who makes an effort but never wants to show it to others-it's similar to Kusanagi." "Okay. I'm not happy to say that it looks like Kyo." "sorry" Chizuru smiled and waved. "-Then, please, Kusanagi." "It's not the line you want to hear at the end of a date, thank you." Benimaru smiled lightly and saw off the stilettos leaving with the sound of heels on the concrete floor. At a glance at his watch, he wasn't even nine o'clock yet. It's too early to finish the night out. "-Well, sometimes it's good to be stoic." Although summer is already over, the night air in the city is still hot and steamy thanks to the heat emitted by the asphalt. Benimaru, who blew a breeze around his collar and devoured a slight coolness, quietly started the convertible.
In front of any big stage, Benimaru never did any special training. He doesn't intend to pretend to be a permanent battlefield, but Benimaru believes that being in the best condition at all times and having the best performance at all times is the minimum requirement for a professional. And Benimaru has been making efforts suitable for it every day. He is not confused when he is told to fight Kyo right now. "Shikashima-I want a certain stage and motivation if I do it anyway." Currently, there are various issues in Kyo. The time is not yet ripe for Kyo and myself to settle. Until that time came, I think that Benimaru could be the Metsuke of Kyoto. "In the end, I'm the one who shines more than anyone else." Benimaru stepped on the accelerator to shake off the heat and humidity.
There was an exceptionally strong and bright star at the end of the machine heading to the suburbs away from the hustle and bustle of the city.
Goro Daimon[]
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Goro Daimon usually wakes up at 4:30 in the morning. Do not use an alarm clock so as not to wake up your family. Even if you don't use such a thing, you will wake up at 4:30 am as if you were measuring it. And Daimon woke up his eyes on time. Whether he's going to wake up or sleep more, this awakens his eyes. The habits that I acquired are terrifying. “…………” The darkness of the remnants of the night still clings to the room with only the mood lamp. Even if I open the curtain, the white mist just rushes out of the window, and I can't see the scenery. Daimon, who stood in front of the window wearing a yukata brought from Japan, lightly loosened his squeaky body and looked back at his teammates who were still sticking their faces into the pillows. "... Hey, Kyo, Benimaru" There was no reply from the two. "Get up, both of us. It's time for road work." "... Please be quiet, Professor Daimon ..." Finally, Benimaru started to move in the blanket, but Kyo still had no reaction. "Maybe it's okay because you went to bed early, but I and Kyo were up until after 1 o'clock? What time is it now?" "It's 4:30" "... Is it a joke?" Checking the watch, Benimaru put a blanket on his head again. "I'm not kidding" Daimon, who forcibly pulled off the blanket and also picked up the blanket of Kyoto, suddenly started preaching to the two in pajamas. "Recently, you are slack. First of all, be aware of it." "No, I'm aware of it ..." Kyo shook his head after biting a big yawn. "Kyo ... I'm telling you that my father wants you to take good care of you." "Don't really accept it, Goro-chan .... Isn't it decided to harass that father? "That mind is wrong first! What should I do with disrespect for my predecessors!" Daimon quieted the sloppy lines of Kyoto and turned to Benimaru this time. "Kurenai, you're also you. You're all gathered in the hustle and training with three people, so you left the destination to you, but what's this?" "Huh? Did something go wrong?" "Speaking of training is a mountain! Speaking of a mountain is a mountain basket! Why did you prepare a room in such a high-class hotel in such a seaside tourist spot !?" "Isn't it okay? If you stayed in the mountains and continued to live a poor meal and sleep in a sleeping bag, you would just lose your physical strength instead of training. This hotel that Benimaru took is very welcome. NS" "Oh yeah, it's more efficient to take a rest when you take a rest? This hotel has a well-equipped gym--" "Do you think that you can train your mind and body with such a sweet idea!" Kyo and Benimaru all fell off the bed in response to Daimon's angry issue.
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Goro Daimon is a judoka. He has retired and returned several times, resulting in both mixed martial arts and judo, but his spirit has not yet lost that of a judoka. However, Daimon feels that he is terribly clumsy no matter which world he lives in. It sounds good to say that he is a man with a good old Yamato soul. It sounds good, but if you turn it over, it also means that it is anachronistic and cannot be adjusted to the times. In fact, Goro Daimon was a man who was often told such things. However, that doesn't mean that we can suddenly change the way we used to be, and we have no intention of changing it. While there are some athletes who have achieved good results by incorporating cutting-edge scientific training and thorough dietary management, Daimon thinks that such a method does not suit his personality. It was a man named Goro Daimon who continued to practice with the idea of jumping rabbits rather than weightlifting and traditional Japanese food rather than supplements. And, surely, such an old-fashioned style is suitable for Daimon.
If there is only one misfortune, it may be that there are people who are often associated with it.
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Daimon, who went on a long-distance road work before dawn, joined hands toward the sunrise on the way and returned to the hotel about an hour later. And it was about 30 minutes later that Kyo and Benimaru, who had been forced to meet each other, returned. "... I don't think this is possible ..." Kyo, who was exhausted and returned to the lobby, crouched down in front of the elevator and grinned with a disgusted face. "Hey Benimaru ... Isn't it going to be like this every morning?" "Don't ask me" If there is no problem with the condition, there is nothing wrong with the distance of about 10 km between them. However, if they were pulled out to the road work before they were sleepy due to lack of sleep, they would want to make a noise. "--Mostly, if I could get up early this morning every day, I wouldn't have been late at school." "You're a problem before you're late." I got into the elevator and Benimaru laughed weakly. "--If it's the current Daimon, I could go up the stairs without using the elevator." "It doesn't sound like a joke ..." It was a pure Japanese-style breakfast that was hard to see in a foreign country, waiting for the two who came back while tapping such a light mouth. "... What's wrong with this?" "Room service-isn't it?" Looking at the grilled salmon plates and small bowls of ohitashi lined up on the table, Kyo and Benimaru rounded their eyes. "Prepared by an eagle" "Yes!?" "I'm not surprised. It's not always possible to eat Japanese food when traveling abroad in a judo match." That said, what Daimon showed was a huge electronic jar. "I always carry this and a shichirin with me on my expedition." "... No, this room smells like koge." "Is it okay, do you want to bake fish in the hotel?" "... Goro-chan looks like a common-sense adult, and sometimes it's hazy because of something like this." "Well, I'm the default person to wear geta in the world of Heisei." "What are you mumbling? Do you wash your hands quickly?" Benimaru changed his complexion when he saw Daimon, who served freshly cooked rice in a bowl by hand. "Well, that's me !? Wait, Daimon! You can't eat so much from the morning? Generally, I always have croissant sandwiches and cafe au lait for breakfast." "Because you say that, you're always fat." "This is the best weight for me! Don't be with your students!" "That's it, this is this .... Kyo, you eat more vegetables." "Ah? No, I don't need this fish." "It's rude to leave what was put out!" "... No one asks me to prepare breakfast." "What did you say, Kyo?" "No, not really" "Well ... there are plenty of refills." That said, Daimon eats rice one after another in a large bowl. Just looking at it in front of me made me feel like I was full in Kyoto and Benimaru. "--When you're done eating, it's time to practice. There seems to be a nice mountain behind the hotel, and I'll climb there first." "Wait a minute, what is the reason for that? What on earth is training to train?" "It's decided to practice both physically and mentally .... I'm still training, but the slackness of your eyes is noticeable. First of all, you should retrain from that guts! ―― ” “…………” While pouring a large amount of food into the stomach, Kyo and Benimaru continued to wait for Daimon's high theory to end with a disgusted face.
Daimon teaches at his alma mater and also teaches younger generations, but I've heard that some people drop out of the rigor. The rigor of Daimon's training can be imagined by the hardness of the training he usually imposes, but it may be because of another rigor that causes the dropouts.
...Perhaps.
Terry Bogard[]
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Few things can be solved with a fist.
It's a twist of fate then, because when Terry Bogard noticed that fact, it was when Terry was about to get stronger than anyone else. "To avenge my stepfather, I need power" To that end, he had wandered the world and honed his fist.
But as Terry got stronger, he could truly feel that the world didn’t have much to do with simple force at all.
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“ … Even if I'm called the Legendary Wolf, ‘s not like I can turn stone into bread by giving it a good punch.” Terry nodded, staring at the hot dog in front of him.
“--Did you say something, Mr. Terry?” Bob, scrubbing the counter, cocks his head at Terry's grumblings.
"Nothing much. " He shrugs, then bites into the hot dog.
Many martial artists and their fans flock to this Pao Pao Café No. 2, in search of a hot fight. Terry is one of those regulars, but he rarely pays for the meals. The manager, Bob, either puts it on the house or it gets put on Terry's tab. In the end, most of them are free. The reason why all of this is forgiven, is probably because Terry is the fighter who can attract the most guests in South Town. Whether Terry is visiting or not, that alone will completely change the number of customers.
"Yo!" While Terry is chatting up Bob, a man approaches, sporting a colorful Mohican hairstyle. “What's up, Terry? Going to focus on the gallery today?
"Hey, Duck." Duck King, who had unilaterally declared Terry as his lifelong rival, is also a staple of this bar. Having both faces of a dancer and a martial artist, Duck's fighting style has always been a brilliant display, conscious of the crowd's eyes. In a sense, he’s a man who is able to captivate more people than Terry himself.
"Richard’s being grumpy. '' Taking a seat next to him, Duck talks loudly right to Terry's ear, not to be overwhelmed by the bright Latin music echoing in the store. "You haven't dropped by recently, so the sales dipped big time."
"Lot of unpaid tab on Richard's place, makes it hard to visit."
"Wow, Mr. Terry, didn't know you're a good person who won't do things like putting tabs on this place!'' Bob gives Terry a knowing smile. Terry, who has in fact collected quite a bit of tab at this second store here as well, is forced to make a bitter smile.
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Few things can be solved with a fist.
However, there are many clumsy humans in this world who do not understand each other unless using those fists.
Terry thinks he is that typical type.
In fact, Duck, who once treated Terry as an enemy, has now become someone that can be called a friend after exchanging multiple fists. Joe, who he’d first gotten to know after coming back to South Town, then Richard and Mary at KOF, and Bob as well.
He has gained many friends through these fights. Rather, it can be said that he has far fewer acquaintances irrelevant to these struggles. The fist, polished to repay his stepfather's foe, is now also a useful means of communication, surpassing words, to the now strong and matured Terry.
Few things can be solved with a fist.
However, there are certain things that you can't get without using fists.
That was Terry's answer.
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Duck, who’s been macking away at a big pizza, catches Terry trying to order another beer. “―Hey Terry, you really just going to keep watching? That stage down there, it's burning for the Legendary Wolf to show up!"
"No use praising me by using that title."
For someone like, as an example, old man Tung; Terry’s teacher, it wouldn’t be strange for a title like 'legend' to follow. Knowing which fight to take, and being above the earthly struggles; that’s the stuff of legends.
However, Terry is different.
He knows that as a fighter, he’s still growing. Not immature, but not enough to be called a legend honestly. Besides, 'legend' makes it sound like he's gone into retirement.
“I'm still active. '' Terry steps down from the stool, with moves that don't betray a trace of alcohol. He puts on his favorite hat.
“Oh? You finally up for a fight? ”
“If so, I'll take you on for the night. ''
"Wait a minute, manager." To Bob coming from behind the counter, loosening his bow tie in one hand, Duck says with a fearless smile. "―Actually, I was asked by Richard to bring Terry over, even with a dog collar if I have to. So let me have this.''
"What are you talking about?"
“Say, shouldn't you settle that tab by now? If you don't have money, you can always work it off … Well, let's say free shifts for about a week?"
"Selling out your friend, huh?''
"You're in the bad here for not paying! You lose, you come to Richard's with me quietly, okay?"
Duck fought back against Terry's increasing criticisms with a thrust of a finger, straight to the tip of Terry's nose. "Stage and gallery are set, you're not gonna run away now, are you? ''
"Who's running? '' Terry, slipping on his stepfather's gloves, smiles crookedly. "…If I win then, how about calling today's meal your treat, huh Duck?''
As Terry and Duck appear together downstairs, a loud shout rings out between the galleries.
None of them don't know the name of Terry Bogard. Rather, you can say that they're all just big Terry fans, gathering every night to see his fights.
Terry looks around as he gets ready. "...Engine's a go, think I can go far enough to hit my limit now."
"Terry, you say something?”
“I'm worried about meeting the gallery's expectations. Shouldn't have drank that beer. ''
" It's no use regretting now! '' At the same time Bob rings the gong, signalling the start of the match, Duck jumps out, as if shot out of a cannon. Like a spring, he leaps at Terry with a weighted knee kick. "Lovin 'you!"
"Ugh..!" Terry blocks the strike with both hands and throws Duck to the ground by the scruff of his neck. "Hey! Come on, Duck! This game’s already begun!”
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Legendary Wolf or South Town hero.
It doesn't matter what nickname people call him.
What's important for Terry, is that he is very fond of this slightly barbaric style of communication.
Andy Bogard[]
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The cemetery was on a small hill in Eastside Park overlooking downtown. Wealthy people and powerful people in the city bury the deceased in a quieter and better environment. The only people sleeping in this graveyard were those who lived in a miscellaneous world overlooking from here. However, Andy thinks that this is the right place for his father to sleep. If my father chose to live to protect the vulnerable people in that city, he would still want the view from here. The big sunset shook in the heat haze and set in the west. The madder red sunshine stretched the shadow of Andy, who climbed the hill in a rough style of linen jacket and jeans, to the ground. Staring at his shadow and laughing at its small size, Andy offered a flower in front of his late father's grave.
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Andy realized she wasn't physically fit when she was just a kid. Even if he is playing with a different brother, the difference immediately becomes a difference in physical strength. When it comes to fights, he can never beat his brother. For Andy at that time, she was weak to be small. But his deceased father taught Andy himself that the small ones are not necessarily weak. His father, who was said to have no enemies in street fights, bravely fought against opponents far larger than himself, and won everything. If the body is small, there is always a way to become stronger as it becomes smaller. The father who said so to Andy-but-before he taught Andy what a street fight was in earnest, he lost his life in a battle with his brothers and disciples.
His father's name is Jeff Bogard, and his father's name is Geese Howard.
Andy, who traveled to an oriental island nation for training to avenge his father, encounters a martial art, Koppojutsu, where he can make the most of his qualities.
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"--Yeah, Andy!" As Andy was pensive in front of his father's grave, a nostalgic voice flew from afar. Looking back, a cheerful young man came up to this place, waving his hand with a red cap, going up the long stone steps. "Is it Furaibo as usual ... like an older brother?" Raise his long blonde and Andy turns around. It's been about a year since Terry was picked up by Jeff and grew up with him in his childhood. Andy, who is sitting in Japan, and Terry, who travels around the world, meet only on the anniversary of his father's death or otherwise at the KOF. However, because Andy has forgotten to participate in the KOF, the chances of meeting Terry have decreased considerably. "You look well" "Brother too" Smile with a light fist with Terry who came. Then, Terry suddenly frowned. "... Is something wrong with Andy?" "Eh? That's not the case-why do you do that?" "Well, if you're the usual one, you'll be able to compete as soon as you meet again, right?" Andy smiled again at the words.
Andy has never beat Terry since he was a child. If it was a fight when I was a child, it can be said that there was a difference in physical strength and physical strength. However, Andy had never beat Terry in the battle since he chose to be a fighter. The physical disparity is no longer relevant. In fact, Andy can even toss a big man who is twice as heavy as himself at his own speed and even win unilaterally. It doesn't really go that far, but if he does, it's not difficult for him to kill humans with his bare hands. Andy, who has mastered the secret fist that has been handed down from the world of the Warring States period, was already a deadly weapon. However, Andy couldn't beat Terry even after accumulating such confidence, ability, and experience. Of course, Terry is not always undefeated. If he goes to the tournament, he may have a hard time. Andy sometimes unilaterally overwhelmed the same opponent to win. Therefore, Andy's ability is not absolutely comparable to Terry. Andy thinks that, calmly and objectively, he and Terry are almost equal in ability. Despite this, Andy couldn't beat Terry because it was a matter of heart. Even if it wasn't true, the desire to beat Terry and surpass his brother was too early, and the technique of bone method, which should be unrivaled, was disturbed, which became a big opportunity to defeat Terry. I will end up. However, even if he knows it in his head, it doesn't go well when he actually faces Terry. Andy's eccentric feelings have already appeared in the fact that every time he meets Terry, he tries to confirm each other's abilities no matter what.
Andy was able to grow so strongly, partly because of his father's desire to avenge him, but apart from that-or now, for even greater reasons-he wants to surpass his brother Terry. It can be said that there was a feeling similar to hunger. His strong desire to beat Terry, no longer wanting to lose, never disappeared, no matter how much Andy trained. He himself cannot deny that it was a factor that strengthened Andy. In that sense, Andy was also one of the hungry wolves.
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Recognizing his thoughts at Terry's point, Andy restrained his eccentricity and hung a large bag at his feet on his shoulder. "I can't always imitate that kind of childishness. No matter how much my brother is the opponent-no, because he is the opponent, I can't show my hands before the important tournament." "Hey, it's a lot of work, Andy." Terry, who whistled with his eyes rounded, immediately squinted his eyes and lifted his lips. "... Does that mean you're finally confident this time?" "Well, how about it.-I came here directly from the airport. I haven't taken a hotel yet. I'd like to take a rest first." "I haven't taken a hotel either? I was taken care of at the Pao Pao Cafe last night and before that. You should do that too." "Isn't it just being taken care of, but instead of paying for the accumulated luck, it's just being used as a live-in?" "Well, that's right." Laughing unabashedly, Terry walked in his trademark cap. "-That's why I'll give you the leading role tonight." "Are you the protagonist?" "It's a Pao Pao Cafe? A toast with everyone to celebrate the reunion! Shouldn't it be enough?" Speaking of Pao Pao Cafe, the exhibition match that was held on the stage every night was a specialty. From well-known fighters to drunk people who jump in and join, people who like street fights gather. If you heard that Andy Bogard, who had been away from KOF for a while, came there for the first time in a long time, the challenger would be endless. "--Duck and Bob can't wait to hear that you're arriving today. Of course, not just the duck, maybe you can turn around and let everyone deal with you?" The downtown area at the foot of the hill was already beginning to light up at night. Andy squinted at the frosty evening breeze while stopping in the middle of the long stone steps and looking at the city of his hometown again. "... It's been a long time since I've met everyone." "Oops, don't you take it off too much because it's nostalgic? While in Southtown, Mai asked me to keep an eye on you." Terry hits Andy's shoulder and winks meaningfully. "... Mai is over-minded." Whispering, Andy felt his body quiver lightly at the size of Terry's hand on his shoulder. The desire to know the power of Terry today is causing Andy's well-trained body to tremble as a warrior. While away from the fight with KOF and Terry, Andy devoted himself to training more than ever. At the same time as his physical and mental rehabilitation, he gained a solid feeling that he was stronger than before. However, Andy's heart is still distracted in this way. Andy shook his head, taking a quiet deep breath, as if to cool down his feelings. "Brother, I'll ask for your luggage." "load?" "I'm stiff on a long flight. I'm thinking of running lightly from here to the second store for warming up." Andy took off his coat and pressed it against Terry with his bag, and began to run down the stone steps almost as quickly as he could roll down. "Oh! Hey, wait a minute, Andy!" Terry's voice chased from behind, but Andy started running and couldn't stop anymore. Soon, the joy of being able to unleash the ferocious wolf that had been squeezed into him made Andy's body more dynamic than usual. He looks back over the hill over his shoulder only once.
Live heroically, my sons--.
I felt like I could hear the voice of his late father in the wind.
Joe Higashi[]
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Thailand. Especially in urban areas, the proportion of singles and double-income people who go to work early in the morning is high, and many families do not cook at home. It was because of that nationality that the stalls were so prominent around Bangkok. "--Hey, Joe!" At dinner, he grabbed his shoulder in the hustle and bustle of the street food street, and Joe looked back at Pad Thai's plate in one hand. "Oh, hoa. What's wrong, what happened?" "I don't think something happened, you ..." Joe's trainer, Hwa Jai, dropped his shoulders and wiped the sweat off his forehead, as if he had been weakened at once. "... How many hours do you think it's been since you left the gym for road work?" "Isn't it about an hour?" "It's 3 hours, 3 hours! You might have thought that you were involved in an accident! Don't worry about people!" "I'm so angry. You see, eat you too. "Geez……" While mumbling and mumbling, Hoa sat down in a chair that was prompted by Joe. Joe and Hoa have a long relationship. It was none other than Joe who dragged Hoa, who reigned as Muay Thai champion, from the throne. Hoa collapsed because of it, and at one point became Geese Howard's dog, but he met Joe again on the KOF stage, recovered through the fight with him, and now supports Joe as a trainer. .. It was only when I thought of Joe that Hoa said this and that. At that time, a buzz that was clearly different from the peaceful hustle and bustle ran in a corner of a crowded street food street. "!" Joe stood up with the Pad Thai sticking out of his mouth. From the other side of the crowd, you can hear children's voices that resemble screams, the sound of police horns, and the rough footsteps. "What the hell is that?" "Isn't it pickpocketing? It's not unusual .... Look, look." The children who were arrested by the police were drawn out in front of Joe and others. I wonder if every child is still 10 years old. Hoa continued in a low voice to Joe who saw off the children being pulled while crying. "... It seems that the aim of these kid is to aim at foreign tourists who come to this downtown area. Well, for Japanese and Western people, please buy flowers. You wouldn't imagine innocent kids suddenly plunging their hands into their bags or pockets and robbing them of their sif. Some of them even have their passports stolen. " "... What are your parents doing?" "Not all kids with parents, Joe" Hoa's words reminded me that Joe was Japanese. Joe considers Thailand to be his second home, but nonetheless, it is the common sense of Japan that is the basis of Joe's values, not that of Thailand. "The reason why those kid can't live without stealing is that the world may have some gears out of place ..." "... I can't finish it ..." Swallowing Pad Thai with him, Joe wrinkled his eyebrows.
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The next day, Joe was dressed in red aloha shirts, bermuda shorts, and flip-flops, and was still heading out to a street food stall with a faint morning mist. He says he's talking about early morning road work, but this style makes it easy to see that it's just a lips. Joe was just out for a walk in the morning. "As expected, Joe can't match jet lag .... While yawning in rapid succession, look at the street food stalls in the morning through sunglasses. There was a lot of Southeast Asian obscurity here, not only during the day, but early in the morning and late at night, and Joe liked it very much. At the food stalls along the road, the cut pineapple, guava, watermelon, and other juicy tropical fruits give off a sweet scent. The sun was still low, but the body that got up wanted water. "What are you doing ..." While being alone, the moment Joe pulled out his long-time favorite sif from his pocket, a small shadow suddenly ran from the side to cover the sif. "――――" The stall's father suddenly made a surprise voice and became rigid, but Joe's reaction, which should have been rounded, was quick. He immediately smiles fearlessly, quickly reaching out his left hand and grabbing the back collar of the unscrupulous predator. "Ah!?" The next person to be surprised was the predator-a young child. "I'm not doing anything stupid from the morning." "Hey ... let go! Let go!" "Think quietly, Bozu" "It's not a boy! I'm a woman!" "What, are you a woman? Well, it doesn't matter if you're a man or a woman. You don't have to be aware of who you did and what you did." The girl, looking back at Joe's face in the line, opened her eyes and stiffened. "Jo, jo, jo ...!" There are many Muay Thai champions in Thailand, but not so many players are as well known as Joe. Joe Higashi, who is not only an invincible champion who came to Thailand alone from Japan and quickly climbed to the throne, but now boasts unrivaled strength in different types of fighting such as KOF, is a Thai child. He was the most familiar and longing hero for us. Perhaps the girl stole her without realizing she was Joe. Perhaps her regret that she had done something ridiculous was struck, she was weeping at the girl's words. "-Well, don't worry about sticking out to the police. Even though I'm a kid, I'm kind to the lady." That said, Joe smiled at her pale girl.
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Joe continued to shadow for a while in a corner of an unpopular warehouse district facing the Chao Phraya River, close to the harbor. Her sharp left-right combination, the stubborn footsteps that change from low on the right to middle on the left, and even high kicks, she forgets to blink her eyes. Still, her hand to eat the fruit Joe gave me wasn't stopped, maybe because she was so hungry. When the sweat that ran down created a small puddle at the feet of her sneakers, Joe finally stopped her movement and took a deep breath. "--Oi" "eh?" "What's your name?" "Ku, Quan!" The girl swallows her pineapple and answers in a hurry. "You are your parents? What are your family doing?" "……not present" "Really" Joe, who roughly wiped the sweat off his forehead, didn't listen any further. In the first place, if you have parents and siblings and grow up in a normal family, you don't have to imitate someone else's sif. "There may be various circumstances, but you're not imitating it again? It's still good because the other party was me, but if it was a bad cock, you were caught by the police by this time. I might have encountered it even better. " "……Yes" Kuan nodded without power. "You're pretty good at pulling a sif from this Joe .... I'm talking about things, but why don't you try Muay Thai?" "Huh?" "Even girls can win the world if they have the ability. If you become a top ranker, you can have a match in Japan or Europe? "But ... can I do Muay Thai ...?" "I don't know if I can do it or not, I don't know if I can do it .... "――――" "-Well, not everyone can be a genius. I'm a genius, but I thought that I might be a little talented, cheating. Isn't it okay to think that it was done? " "……Yes" "Well, come to my gym for the time being. At first, I'd just have to clean the gym and get some equipment, but at least I'll eat three meals, and then I'll be coaching soon .... I'm honored. Do you think? You are the first disciple of Joe Higashi. " "Yes!" This time, Joe laughed happily as he stared at Kuan's face, which nodded cheerfully.
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Joe came to this country and seized his dream in this country. And now, I am trying to give a dream to as many children in this country as possible. That was my intention to give back to this country that I could do.
Joe thinks that he is still from Muay Thai, even if he becomes a regular at KOF.
Ryo Sakazaki[]
https://game.snk-corp.co.jp/official/kof-xii/character/ryo_profile.html
Ryo Sakazaki, wearing a thick black leather jacket, looked around in a grocery store full of cheese and olive scents and muttered involuntarily. "... Why do I have to do this?" There is certainly a sense of mismatch between London in the chilly early winter and Ryo. Even more so when it came to escorting young women. "Most of the time, I came all the way to Europe-" "Isn't it because I met Mr. Robert from Italy? I've heard it many times!" Intercepting Ryo's words, Sally piled up more and more ingredients at the counter at the cash register. Sally, who works at King's bar illusion, was a kid who was clear to everyone. It doesn't change even if she is of course the owner's acquaintance. Seeing the pile of ingredients Sally was about to buy, Ryo looked up at the ceiling with a disgusted look. "... I'll ask you, but will I carry it?" "Of course! What did you come here for?" "It just happened to be. By the way, what do you mean?" Leaving her dojo guidance to her father and sister, Ryo went to Italy to meet Robert for the first time in a while. Ryo and Robert are both rivals and best friends who have learned extreme current karate since childhood. After working hard with each other, the name and ability of the dragon tiger of the extreme current- "invincible dragon" Ryo Sakazaki and "strongest tiger" Robert Garcia are known all over the world. Because Robert had been misplaced in the United States, Ryo hurriedly came to England to see King, who was taken care of by his sister. "Yes! Have this too!" "... You're hard because you're just working at King's shop ..." Ryo had a bitter face when another similar paper bag was pressed against the place where he already had one big paper bag. "I wouldn't have come this way ... would you like to have a guest from all over the United States suddenly help you buy a store?" "Ryo-san!" Ryo, who was still muffled after leaving the store, suddenly looked back at Sally, who was swollen with a down jacket. "-I'll tell you, don't say such lines in front of the owner, such as when you stop by or when you happen to come!" "teeth?" Sally sighed deeply on Ryo's neat face. "... Yuri-san was also mentioned, but why is this person so dull ...? Is he really only thinking about karate?" "What did you say?" "……nothing" Sally shook her head lightly and started walking. "--Anyway, when the owner asks you, please come because you want to see the owner's face! Then you'll have a dinner." "Why do I have to say that?" "Then, does Ryo not want to see the owner's face?" "That's not the case-hey, be careful." "Kya" Sally, walking over her shoulder with Ryo back, bumped into a man coming from her front, and she rolled brilliantly in a funny way. "Tapping--" Sally, who had a mochi on her asphalt, seemed to say something to her opponent, but the words disappeared along the way. Standing in front of her petite were the big men who were more than two meters tall. "NS" A man with a blue bruise around her eyes smiled and went to Sally. "--If you think of someone, it's Sally." "Ahhh ..." "What's wrong with you?" When Ryo screamed, Sally stood up in a hurry, hiding behind her and whispering in a whisper. "No! Those who came to our store the other day!" "Oh, regulars?" "It's ridiculous to be a regular! It's a bad drunken person who was kicked out by the owner when he was drunk and tried to reach out to me and Elizabeth! While Sally explained that, the men casually sneaked around in front of and behind the two. Apparently, it's not an atmosphere that seems to return quietly just by greeting. "I met here, but it's been 100 years." Ryo swiftly gazed at the three men and handed the paper bag he was holding to Sally. "But in that situation, if it gets a little rough, why don't you bother me ..." Muttering like a single word, Ryo stepped forward in front of the man in front of him. "... What are you doing?" "If I have something to do with my companion, I'll ask" "Huh? Is there a small chibi?" The man looked down at Ryo and laughed with his nose. Certainly, the height difference between the two is as much as 20 cm, and the weight difference will be considerable. It's no wonder the men laughed at Ryo. However, Ryo does not change his facial expression at all. "At least I think I'm taller and heavier than the one with the bruise, isn't it?" "...!" Perhaps the memory of being beaten by the King was revived, the man reflexively pressed the bruise around his eyes and flushed his face red. "Hey, this ...!" "No matter how much tattoos you put on your big muscles, you can't get stronger? Why don't you try learning karate?" "This bastard!" A man swung his fist like a hammer down from Ryo's head. "Mottainai. Is it a treasure rot even though I have that much physique?" Ryo, who flicked his weight-bearing fist aside, immediately slammed his right fist into the man's epigastrium. "Gubu ..." The man who was hit by the key point blew off on his back, holding his belly and moaning painfully. At that time, the men behind him who saw the companion being hit by a single blow attacked them at the same time. "Cha!" "If you don't go down, you'll get hurt!" While protecting Sally, Ryo faced the rest of the men. While dodging one man's big punch with a single sheet of paper ducking, he stepped into the other man's pocket at once and pushed his chin up with his fist. "Gut ..." The man, who was greatly warped, seemed to have caused a slight concussion with just one shot, and lost the focus of his eyes and collapsed as it was. "--Do you still do it?" "Cormorant……!" The last remaining man shook his head as he shook with a crying face after comparing his fellow fallen on the street with Ryo, who wasn't out of breath. "Let's go, Sally" "Oh, yes" Ryo took off his leather jacket and hooked it on his shoulder, and started walking with Sally, who was stunned. "It's not as good as Southtown, but London still has that kind of tactic." Ryo muttered with a cool face.
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King raised his face to the sound of the doorbell and smiled at Ryo and Sally. "Welcome back. It was bad, bother." "No, it was a good training." "training?" "Well, that's right, the owner! Actually--" Ryo put a paper bag on the counter and looked into the newspaper that King was spreading, overcoming Sally, who was excitedly trying to report on her story. "Is there any interesting news?" "There was.-Robert was about to be kidnapped by a terrorist." "What !?" "Of course it was an attempt." King presented the newspaper in front of Ryo and put what he had bought in the refrigerator. "That's right ... well, it might be natural for Robert's ability. I thought he was neglecting training with the help of the family business, but apparently it was extra care." “…………” Ryo, who was reading the article silently, suddenly threw out the newspaper and picked up the leather jacket that had been stooled. "I can't even tell ... Then, King!" Ryo left the store unilaterally, leaving it so good. "eh?" In contrast to the surprised Sally, King is waving towards the already closed door with a bitter smile. "Hey-where did you go, Ryo-san?" "I think it's America" "Why !?" "I was bleeding when I heard my best friend's heroic story, maybe." "Maybe ... well, is that okay, who is the owner?" "Good or bad, that's the kind of person, Ryo." King shrugged and began to polish the wine glass. "It's not just Ryo. Greater or lesser, we're all that kind of person .... it's hard for you to understand."
Robert Garcia[]
https://game.snk-corp.co.jp/official/kof-xii/character/robert_profile.html
"Robert is out now." "Not at home?" In the words of the secretary who was recently adopted, Carman Cole narrowed his eyes under his sunglasses. "-Isn't there such a plan?" The young secretary responded with a smile to the question of the strange carman. "Robert alone smokes a cigar on the rooftop for a change. He says he'll be back in 10 minutes." The power was suddenly lost from the shoulder of Carman who heard it. "Really" After loosening the tie slightly, Carman returned his tie and headed for the elevator hall.
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Robert was vaguely looking up at the sky while being blown by the building wind that smelled of exhaust gas. This building, owned by the Garcia conglomerate, boasts the height of one of the ten fingers in this huge business district with countless gray skyscrapers extending into the sky. The Garcia “castle” on the North American continent-at the center of business, Robert was now staying in the name of his father Albert.
"Robert" Robert, who was standing in the middle of the heliport, looked back at Carman's voice. "What a carman?" "Don't go out of the chairman's office without permission" With the exception of Chairman Albert, the only person in the group who spoke to Robert in such a broken tone was Carman. It may be because Carman, who was Robert's bodyguard from an early age and also had an educator role, is special to Robert, like his older brother. .. Carman sighed when he took out a cigarette from the inner pocket of his suit. "I had a plan to give a speech at this party. Do you already have the manuscript in your head? "Did you start even the secretary of Wai, just like the bodyguard, Carman?" "A straightforward person can't stop you from doing what you want .... Especially the upcoming secretary, Miss Jules, is nice to decorate over there, but apparently the boss's reception. Seems not to be good " "Boss? Is that about Wai?" "Who else is there? I would like to ask why you, who shouldn't smoke a cigar, escaped to the roof with such an excuse." "I'm running away ... That girl is blatant." It seems that something was guessed from Robert's expression and tone, Carman spewed cigarette smoke into the sky and grinned. "... I guess, Miss Jules, a talented woman from Cambridge, said she was actually a savvy woman aiming for her ball." "Saya. When you notice ... Look at Wai, you can see the heart-shaped rays coming out of your eyes. In addition, it's a bad wisdom to invite you from your own mouth. I mean ... that girl just took a sensible look and waited for Wai to invite her to a meal. " "I know you can do it for women .... but it's a problem that the security department can't do, that's it." Carman muttered like everybody else. "That's why she's neglecting her job, but she's very good at working. If you cut out that you're going to wink during work, you'll be fired, and if you're not good at it, you'll be sexually harassed. It will be a noisy trial. " "I'm in trouble with Sayakara Wai. Hey, don't you think, Carman?" "For the time being, it wouldn't be confusing if you were always resolute. I'll tell the affairs department implicitly." "Please, Honma ... Wai is from Yuri-chan's line ..." Robert put his hand on his forehead and looked up at the sky again.
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The next morning, when the city was still in the midst of sleep, Robert wore training wear and went out for road work. "-But you're also a big fan of things." "No, I also like to move my body." "But, isn't Wai's beauty or health method?" "I know." It seems that he is quite accustomed to running because he says it himself, and Miss Jules follows Robert diagonally behind him without delay.
It was to some extent predictable that Miss Jules, who was training at a fitness club, was struck by the story of Robert doing road work every morning. It may be that Robert's attitude, which does not respond at all even if he makes a lot of motion, has been irritating. Robert didn't dare to refuse tomorrow morning when Miss Jules cut out to join him in his daily routine. Because he had something to think of as Robert.
With his long black hair fluttering, Robert rushes through the city that hasn't dawned yet. He hasn't run five kilometers since he started. However, for Miss Jules, it seemed to be "already" 5 kilometers instead of "yet". A little bit painful, Miss Jules asked. "... How much do you always do?" "I don't know the exact distance, but it's almost always from the apartment to the office." "Eh !? It's over 10 kg--" "It doesn't mean that much? Wai's friend runs normally like this. Wai can't lose." Robert's breathing, which he answered as a matter of course, was still sufficiently calm. In the first place, the meaning of training the body is completely different between Robert and Miss Jules. Miss Jules may be exercising for beauty and health, but Robert is only aiming to train as a fighter. He was a so-called genius-skinned Robert who could do anything, but his attitude towards karate was unexpectedly serious. It may be because there is a biggest rival called "Invincible Dragon" Ryo Sakazaki. "If you do it hard, where can you pick up a taxi and go to the office first?" Desperately restraining his desire to hum, Robert increased his pace a bit. For Robert, this would be disgusting for Miss Jules and hope he would give up on personalizing himself. Rather, it was OK to accompany the road work for that purpose. "If I did Yuri-chan, I wouldn't be able to make a sound like this." Immediately after muttering in Japanese, Robert suddenly stopped. A big black-painted van slips in front of him. "!" Robert shouted to Miss Jules behind him the moment he saw the van door slide and the men in black with guns popping out from inside. "Get down there! Don't get hurt!" "Chaaaa !?" The beautiful secretary's breathless and strange screams and the threatening sound of shooting intersect on the street where the morning mist rises. Robert stepped into the bosom of his gunner without fear and slammed a whip-like kick into his nape. A man with a muffled moan under a black mask collapses as it is. "--I don't know who, but if you don't like this Robert Garcia, you'll be injured!" Robert barked happily at the pleasant shock on his feet.
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Carman, who entered the hospital room by mistake with the doctors, offered to change clothes to Robert, who was sitting on his bed. "Lucky, Robert. Is the only wound on his shoulder and right foot literally scratched by a gun-armed terrorist?" "No luck, my arms aren't good" After turning his right arm large and slowly to check the condition of his bandaged shoulders, Robert put his sleeves on an Italian shirt. "In any case, the security department's face was crushed when the acting chairman made a big turn on the street. I was scolded by Mr. Albert." "I can't help it, if Wai was kidnapped as it was, wouldn't it make a lot of noise?" "Maybe" Carman standing by the window opened the curtain narrowly and looked at the outside. The news that the sergeant of the Garcia conglomerate was about to be kidnapped had already been sent to the world through the media, but in front of the front entrance of the hospital, many interviewers are rushing to get comments directly from him. .. Carman said, looking down at the media enthusiastic about his work. "... I'm still investigating, but it seems that the purpose of the terrorists is purely ransom, not political affairs. You might have thought that if you kidnap you, you could squeeze hundreds of millions of dollars in ransom." It seems that you were lenient about your nickname, "the strongest tiger." "By the way, Carman, how about Miss Jules?" Robert, who changed from a trainer to a tight suit, asked Carman with a slight tone of his voice. "This may be the only good news for you.-She just submitted a transfer request to the affairs department. I don't know when your secretary will get into this trouble again. Anyway, it seems that he should have another officer. " "Well ..." Robert, who was disappointed for a while, soon began to laugh aloud. "Well, yeah, the result is okay." "If you can laugh at it, why don't you go back to work and get the helicopter on the roof?" "Oh, dexterous, Carman! It's like a Honma secretary." "Until the successor secretary comes .... It's really tiring to take care of you." Answering on the top of the Buddha, Carman pressed the manuscript of the speech taken out of the inner pocket of the suit against Robert.
Leona Heidern[]
https://game.snk-corp.co.jp/official/kof-xii/character/leona_profile.html
It is the job of mercenaries to be hired by governments, large corporations and organizations for money and fight for the benefit of their clients. However, even if it is a lone wolf who walks across the battlefield with one body, even if it is a group called a "unit", even if it is a mercenary, it is not enough to just fight. Better equipment, accurate information, and sufficient supplies are needed to increase the survival rate of soldiers by as much as 1% in fierce battlefields where regular army support cannot be expected or in covert operations that are carried out in secret. Supplying, gathering information, analyzing, or developing equipment-there was a functional organization no different from a regular army. His unit, commanded by the one-eyed mercenary Heidern, was just such a world-class mercenary unit.
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The girl known by the code name of Leona Heidern is in a unique position in this mercenary unit. She is the adopted daughter of Heidern, who is at the top of the organization, and a girl mercenary who grew up with her scented pottery and has a tongue-in-cheek fighting power-that is Leona. There are many warriors of various backgrounds in this mercenary unit, but she was unusual among them. She is quiet and expressionless rather than cool. Like a precision machine with no emotions, she sneaks up silently and defeats enemies with precision and incomparableness. Often on a mission. However, her task today was to organize an overwhelming amount of material in an old warehouse in a corner of the headquarters base. “…………” From the stockers that would have been left unattended for many years, take out a bunch of materials that are about to turn sepia and divide them according to their importance. Leona continued silently for hours in such a simple work in a dim warehouse. Leona herself doesn't think this is her mission commensurate with her aptitude as her own warrior. But she has no right to complain to Leona, as long as it's a mission given to her from above, and she doesn't even think she's dissatisfied in the first place. If Heidern ordered it, there would always be some meaning-she believes Leona. Most of the materials stored here have been left behind for more than 20 years, so to speak, in the era when these things began to be stored by digital data instead of paper. It was a legacy.
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Leona's real father was Gaidel, one of the eight masterpieces of Orochi, a family of the Great Earth Will Orochi. Leona, who had drawn her blood deeply, has a past in which her own parents were killed by her own hands due to a "blood runaway". From her emotional shock at that time, Leona contained her own memories and emotions. And it was Heidern, who was investigating the case at the time, who took over and raised Leona who lost all of her. Leona is now facing her past and her head-on, overcoming her sad reality. However, the blood of Orochi in Leona is still alive. At her time it manipulated her and put her her comrades in a pinch. But it was only with her dependable comrades and, above all, Heidern that Leona decided to overcome her blood spell and live without giving up her hope. ..
As if to cut off her meditation on her Leona, the stocker, then touching her elbow, fell to her floor with a loud noise. “…………” Leona, silently scraping the material scattered on her floor and returning it into an unorganized stocker, then stopped her hand, noticing that she had a familiar string. A certain assassin's follow-up report, which was written before Leona was born, was stamped to indicate that the content was a special A-rank confidential matter. The reporter's name was Carl Bechstein-Leona knew that it was still one of the frequently used codenames in Heidern. Leona also forgot about her work and looked at the material. There was a young Heidern that Leona didn't know about. Leona read her thick report, crouching down on a dingy floor, wanting to know more about a man named Heidern, who seems to be near and far, knows and doesn't know.
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"Oi" Leona raised her face as she was hit on her head with a roll of paper. "--If you come to think that you are working seriously ... What on earth is this Zama?" Looking up at Ralph who had arrived before I knew it, Leona looked around her again. Most of the materials scattered when she dropped her stocker are left untouched, and it's hard to say that they're flattering. The madder red light shining through the daylighting window showed that dusk was already approaching. Ralph sighed exaggeratedly while crouching down and collecting materials. "It's unusual for you to not even notice my footsteps. What did you read so enthusiastically?" "……this" Leona presented Ralph with her report in her hands. "Oh ... I wonder if I was sleeping in such a toco, this material. No wonder there is no good information in the database." Flipping through the report, Ralph lifted his lips. "Did you read it all?" "……About" "Well, that demon instructor also had that kind of past .... You know without saying, but other words are useless, right?" “…………” Leona nodded silently to Ralf's words. Ralph, who often appears on the battlefield with Leona as a subordinate of the same Heidern, seems to be a rough and sloppy person at first glance, but in fact, he had deep insight and embracing power as an adult. When Leona, who was once crushed by her destiny, tried to kill him, it was none other than Ralph and his companion, Clark, who discouraged him. Not to mention Heidern, without the days with Ralph and others, Leona wouldn't be there now. Above all, it was Ralph and others who taught Leona the meaning of the word comrade. "Well, all the instructors are unexpectedly clumsy--" "...?" Leona bent his neck and looked up at Ralph's grinning face. "No, I can't do anything else." Ralph returned the report to Leona. "--For the time being, you should submit this to the instructor Toko. I don't know when you will need this data again, and at this time you have to create a database properly." "……Roger that" "And you have another mission waiting for you from tomorrow morning. I think the instructor will give you more details, but I'll have you go to Colombia for a factory tour." "Factory tour……?" "A factory or a farm-a poppy field?" “…………” When I heard that it was a poppy, I had an idea that it was a mission related to drug organizations. Even so, it must be a fairly large-scale task for Ralph to bother to inform himself in advance. Leona suddenly thought that Heidern had herself do this kind of office work at this time, perhaps to let Leona take a rest casually. When to move and when to rest-Leona, who is not good at switching on and off, rarely rests his body for this reason. In fact, if today was just a holiday, Leona would definitely have been training at the on-base gym. Perhaps Heidern, in anticipation of that, gave him time to rest slowly before a major mission. "That's why, just get rid of that. Keep it a secret that you skipped." “…………” Leona quietly salutes towards Ralph's back as he leaves the warehouse. A person in a position like Ralph couldn't come this far to convey that much. Perhaps he came to see Leona, who wasn't coming back. I don't know if it's also Heidern's difference or Ralph's way of caring, but I'm grateful anyway. Leona left the warehouse after storing the report with Heidern's past footprints in the pocket of the safari jacket and easily cleaning up the scattered materials.
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Leona once lost her family. He killed his father and mother with his hands, and even killed himself in the name of the past. However, there is an alternative now.
Here is the place where Leona won with her own hands.
Ralf Jones[]
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"A fierce flame illuminates the jungle at night in red". Ralph, who was staring at it from a distance of several hundred meters, confirmed that his body was moving without any hindrance, and slowly got up. "Are you safe, Colonel?" As I removed the parachute pack that had been opened halfway, I heard the voice of his comrades who seemed to have been killed in the immediate vicinity. "Oh, no problem. How about that, Clark?" "It's full of scratches here and there." "It seems that each other is blessed only with bad luck." Ralph, who joined his comrades who had passed through many shrines together, shook his head and smiled with a bitter smile. "Even so ... no matter how low I was flying, I didn't think I would be dropped by a single surprise. Only I and you could escape." "Unfortunately, it seems better to think that the other people have been wiped out." "Ah……" Special forces led by Ralph and Clark were helicopting through the jungle of Colombia to raid the home of a terrorist group funded by drug trafficking. There, he was suddenly baptized by an anti-aircraft missile from the ground. "Ambush ... isn't it?" Clark murmured as he put his cap back on his hair with a hand comb. "That's right. I don't think so much, but I can only think that this strategy was leaked from somewhere .... This may be the struggle of Leona and the others who headed for the poppy plantation." "If so, you can't expect reinforcements. On the contrary, the enemy will come to the crash site for confirmation soon." "Isn't it just right? Let's give back the first punch." Ralph laughed invincibly as he clenched his fist with thick leather gloves.
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This jungle is, so to speak, the home ground of the enemy. However, for Ralf and Clark, that wasn't a big deal. In some cases, detailed information on the area was obtained in advance from precise satellite images, but more than that, Ralph's personal qualities were more important. To express it more simply-in their words-the number of places would be different. The only weapons he could bring out when escaping from the helicopter were an assault rifle, a government, and a swiss army knife, but even if he had a round waist, the Ralphs must not have been in a hurry. .. Because they have even slipped through the battlefield under worse conditions with literally manual empty fists.
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In order to search for intruders, the enemies seemed to be divided into two or three. It's unclear how many enemies are wandering in this jungle in all, but for the time being, it's better for Ralphs to act in a small group. "Defeating each individual is the basis of tactics ..." Ralph, who was hiding on a tall tree with a lightness that did not remind him of his physique, smiled with a knife in his mouth. Three men walked under Ralph, shaking the branches and leaves of the trees. They seemed to be watching the surroundings by throwing a thin light around them, but they were unaware of the existence of Ralph directly above them. Ralph, who spent the three of them as it was, jumped from the top of the tree without sound and landed behind the man at the end. "?" By the time the man noticed the slight sound of stepping on the undergrowth and tried to look back, his neck had already been twisted at a strange angle by Ralph's thick arms. In no time, Ralph attacked the next man from behind him, holding his mouth down and at the same time running a knife to his nape. "Gubu--" The muffled moaning of the devil is drowned out by the sound of fresh blood spurting out. "What happened!?" As expected, the third man noticed the incident of his companions before Ralph took the next action. However, the fact that nothing can be done was the same as the previous two. "It's a nuisance to your neighborhood. Keep quiet at night." While tapping a light mouth, Ralph closed the gap with the man at once. Grab the barrel and point it into the sky faster than the opponent pulls the trigger, thrusting a bloody and greasy knife around his heart. "Gah ..." After shooting a useless bullet toward the night sky for about 3 seconds, the man collapsed on the spot. "Well, and ..." Ralph stripped off a weapon that could be used from the stuck men, set up an instant trap with a wire and a grenade, and hurried away from the scene. He will hear the current gunshot and other guys will come soon. If you get caught in the trap and raise a big firework, Ralph will be easier to move. "If Clark's guy gets ahead of me, he'll make me look great." Ralph ran through the jungle, praying for the safety of his comrades, who were taking different actions. Behind that, the flashy explosion sound of the grenade roared.
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The village was wary of being found in the sky, or it seemed to blend in with the greenery of the jungle, showing a quiet appearance. Those who see this scene in the sunshine may illusion that it is a lonely settlement left behind by modernization. However, this was a dark green fort where swordsman men hide and live, which has nothing to do with such calmness. Standing beside the modest lights of the private power plant and the flames of the bonfire were members of a drug trafficking organization armed with glowing rifles and machine guns, as well as terrorists nesting in the country. "... I don't think there are many left." Ralph lay down on the ground and watched the village in the middle of the night. According to an intelligence survey, about 100 members are always awake here, but considering the number of men standing on the lookout, it seems that there are at least half of them now. Perhaps most of the members have left here and scattered into the jungle in search of Ralphs. If you listen carefully, you can still hear intense gunshots and plosives intermittently somewhere far away. It's unlikely that all of them are fighting Clark alone, so it's possible that some of them are trapped in this darkness by suspicious demons and fighting with each other. "... Well, do it flashy at best." Ralph attached to the hut that was right next to him, gently stirring the hot and humid night air peculiar to the jungle. He takes a deep breath, leans out of the hut and holds his rifle. The first thing to aim for was the lights and bonfires installed in various places, and the men who acted as guards. "... I'm not good at it, I" While aiming carefully, when Ralph got such an out-of-place murmur, the head of the man Ralph was about to sniper just popped off with the searchlight behind it. "! Clark!" Ralph, who realized that his comrades, who had passed through the dark night battle in the jungle and had begun to sniper the enemy from somewhere, casually threw his rifle and started running. The lights were destroyed one after another, the bonfire collapsed, and the brightly illuminated open space was dyed into darkness. At the same time, men's screams, screams, and gunshots began to fly around. Although the whole body was covered with muscular armor, Ralph was by no means a dull man. Ralph danced into the largest building in front of him as he broke through the square at once, surrounded by shadows and gunshots that fell on the ground. "!?" There were several men in camouflage uniforms in a large room reminiscent of a field command room. Some of them remember Ralph seeing his face in the picture too. The innermost-the fat man who is floating from his chair was the boss of the terrorist organization, which is also the main target of Ralph and his friends. "Think about it, hey!" Kicking up the table in front of him and using it as a shield to dodge enemy fire, Ralph shot the government until the slide cover couldn't be returned. I don't think about the number of bullets left. Even if it runs out of bullets, Ralph has more reliable "bullets" than his pistols. Immediately throwing away the empty magazine, Ralph clenched his fist. "A dog kept by the government--!" The impatient boss on his face pulled the iron in quick succession towards Ralph. However, Ralph's movement does not stop. He grabbed his bare shoulders and cheeks with bullets, but felt no pain at all. "Fly it!" "Goo ...!" The man, who was hit by Ralph's whole body on his face, sprinkled his broken teeth and fresh blood and blew up to the wall, blew up to the wall and stuck. From his response, he may have broken not only his jaw but also his cervical spine. "Good grief……" Ralph sighed as he shook his hand. Immediately after that, a gunshot roared behind Ralph. "!" Ralph, taking a rolling gun and looking back reflexively, saw a man collapsing with a rifle in his hand and his comrades pushing up his sunglasses over there. "I'm too careful, Captain." "I left a place for you to play an active role." "Thank you for that--!" Shrugging his head, Clark turned around and fired a rifle. "Colonel! There is still some work to be done!" "Understand!" With an assault rifle in his hands, Ralph jumped into the midst of a fierce shootout.
Ralf Jones was, after all, a man who would look good on such a dangerous and muddy battlefield, even if he was in a position to be called a colonel.
Clark Still[]
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Ralf Jones has been doing something in front of the mirror. While reading the Keisa newspaper, Clark Still glanced through his sunglasses at the back of his comrades. Ralph sings a humming song, with his black hair, which he usually casually wraps in bandana, patted tightly with pomade today. He looked pretty happy. Turning the newspaper page, Clark said. "--Colonel, would you please change your clothes in your room?" "Don't say the details" Ralph, combing his hair and seeing it from different angles, looked at Clark through the mirror and lifted his lips. "-Or is it that? Is it a distortion or Clark because it's the role that stands out only for me?" "No, I think it's the right person in the right place. I'm more of a type who gets nervous just by paying attention to people." Clark folded the newspaper and sipped cold coffee. On the whiteboard in front of him is a picture of Ralph with a big smile alongside a Colombian government dignitary. It was a clipping of an article published in a Colombian newspaper about a week ago. Immediately after the last operation, Ralph was awarded a medal by the Colombian government as a hero who made great achievements in the destruction of drug organizations. The article written in Spanish is the one at that time. By the way, he was asked to award Clark the same medal, but Clark declined. It was a fact that I was not good at the spectacular stage that people were paying attention to, and more than that, I had a lot of things to think about, and I left Ralph alone to the role of smiling at the media. "--Hey, how about this kind of mon?" Ralph turned around, tapping around his belly with a cummerbund. "Well, isn't it okay?" Ralph often wears camouflage uniforms, cargo pants, or otherwise fully armed body armor on the battlefield, but his thick chest and tall back make him wander in a black tie. With this, if the mouth was closed, it would be a little more for women--though Clark didn't even say it. "Unfortunately I can't accompany you, but don't forget your original purpose, Captain?" "I know. I'm still worried, you." "Who do you think it's your fault ..." Clark is always calm and calm against the rugged Ralph, and can work with clear thinking at any time. It was self-evident that if Clark teamed up with Ralph, he would have no choice but to follow Ralph. Not everyone liked it and became worried, it just happened naturally while he was Ralph's companion. "……Colonel" At that time, Leona and Whip entered the briefing room. Whip looked the same as usual, but Leona was dressed in a suit and beret. "I was picked up" "Thank you, Leona-kun!" Ralph laughed vigorously as he patted Leona's shoulder in a crease-correct manner. "Leona, as you know, the Colonel is like moving nitroglycerin. Be careful when transporting." "Roger that" Responding to Clark's joke seriously, Leona turned around and turned right. "-Well, let's say hello to our commander before we go. I asked Clark for a whip, and the rest." “…………” Whip, called Muchiko, pretended to be inaudible, silenced Ralph's words, and picked up the newspaper. Clark saw Ralph off with a bitter smile, and he sighed. "Is it a banquet hosted by the Ambassador of Colombia?" While reading the article, Whip muttered, not to mention Clark. Ralph dressed up and went out because the Colombian ambassador to this country invited Ralph, who was the driving force behind the success of the operation, to the dinner party. "If you're attending a formal party, I think a lieutenant is better than a colonel." "That's why? I'm not good at that kind of place." "but--" "And whip. Our mission isn't to laugh in front of high-ranking officials and the press at the party. We have a more important mission .... Do you know?" "Yes" "If so, this is also the start of action. Let's go." Putting on his sunglasses again, Clark grabbed his favorite cap and stood up.
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"The total length is 798 meters, the height from the water surface is 52 meters-there is no escape route if you are sandwiched between the front and back on this bridge." "Lieutenant" Clark was staring at the small monitor and whispered softly to Whip. "Did you start moving?" "Yes. The van running in front of the colonels' limousines came to the middle of the bridge and began to slow down sharply. On the contrary, the Hummer coming from behind was speeding up. The number of people on board is also the same as the insider's street. " "OK, everyone is on stage .... Operation has begun." Clark commanded his men, armed with assault rifles and body armor, and took the lead in working on the inspection ladder. Clark and his colleagues were waiting for the lower part of the bridge, which has a two-layer structure, exclusively for pedestrians. Clark and his colleagues moved to the upper level dedicated to automobiles just when the first gunshot rang. Several cars were parked in front of Clark, who jumped out of the power distribution room inside the pillar, only about 10 meters away. A limousine on which Ralph and Leona are supposed to be riding, and a large black van and a rugged Hummer sandwiched from the front and back. There were several other large vehicles parked, all of which surrounded the limousine and blocked the wide three-lane road on each side. And the men who came down from those cars were shooting machine guns at the limousine. "If anyone rebels after the surrender recommendation, you can shoot and kill! Don't let anyone escape!" While instructing that, Clark put his finger on the rifle.
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Those who were injured and captured, those who surrendered, those who were shot dead--. Regardless of the ending, one of the actors will leave. With a rifle that had been heated from the barrel on his shoulder, Clark and Whip walked up to Ralph, who was sitting on Hummer's hood. "Are you safe, Colonel?" "You can't see this, right?" Ralph responded with a bitter smile, wherever his fashionable appearance was, his hair was greatly disturbed, and the black tie he was wearing was scorched and worn away, as if he had just run through the battlefield. It was a black tie. Leona, who stood silently next to her, is similar in the sense that she can't even see her. Ralph distorted his lips, pointing at the limousine, which had been extinguished and now only smoked black. "--Isn't it the one who said that the submachine gun's ball couldn't penetrate? Ayaku was about to be cremated alive in an iron coffin. The guy who procured that limousine. Call me here " "Isn't it okay because I was able to escape before that?" "That's right.-And now I'm more like a colonel and a man." "I'm not saying white things, Muchiko" Ralph glanced at the whip, turned his gaze to the night view beyond the Bay Area and sighed. "... I wonder which instructor was drinking good sake by this time." "Don't blur. This is also a mission." Heidern, who had succeeded in crushing the base of a drug trafficking organization and assassinating its leader in a Colombian operation, but assumed that the organization was not a little surviving, devised a plan to lure the remnants. rice field. In other words, he put Ralph on the front stage as the driving force behind this operation, and urged the remnants of the organization to attack Ralph for retaliation and demonstration. This spectacular newspaper article in Colombia was only to fuel their revenge. The information that Ralph is the guest of the banquet is also a fake to catch them, and the true guest, Heidern, has heard about the success of the operation and is now entering the venue to chat with the ambassador. right. "Yeah ... it was a panda attracting customers." Ralph, who put a shabby black tie on Leona's shoulder, jumped off from the top of Hummer. "--Hey Clark, have a drink!" "Unfortunately, the report was created--" Clark is well aware that he cannot refuse the invitation of this superior for that reason. Clark shrugged, turned around the whip and handed him a rifle. "... I'm sorry, do that better." "Understood.-The lieutenant is also very difficult." "It's still better to make documents than to get along with the Colonel's sake ..." Whip and Leona sympathized with each other, Clark could only return a bitter smile.
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Ralph for Clark is the best companion he can't get anywhere else. In any harsh battlefield, it's hard to find someone who can trust you more than you, but Clark and Ralph agree that they are rare. However, it is difficult for other human beings to understand it-especially for the girl mercenary who has not lost her innocence.
Athena Asamiya[]
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The appearance of Athena is strange.
The first thing I noticed about that was Kensou.
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"... Isn't it?" Bao suddenly gazed at his voice and noticed Kensou standing in the shade of a pine tree. "?" Bao gently walked toward Kensou, wondering what he was doing. An old temple where a monk who is an old acquaintance of a town old master serves as a priest--it sounds good, but the point is a rough temple. Athena was silently practicing the patterns she had learned in the mossy cobblestone grounds of the Araji Temple. It is a slow and flowing movement that is far from speed and power. However, from the movement that can be said to be graceful, I could feel the tension of tension, or the power of silence that was devilish. "I'm too enthusiastic, there's still a long way to go before the tournament--" Apparently Kensou is only interested in Athena and is unaware that Bao has arrived. "Hey, Kensou Nii-chan" "Uo !? Oh, did you, yurt?" Kensou, who shook his shoulders and looked back, found out that he was a yurt and stroked his chest exaggeratedly, and again looked at Athena's training scene. "Hey, what's wrong?" "No ... Athena, I've been doing that for three hours now." "What? 3 hours !?" Bao held his mouth and looked up at Kensou's face, and immediately returned to Athena. "What? Is that too rooted?" "Then, did Kensou Nii-chan observe Athena Sister for three hours?" Kensou choked on Bao's point. "Oh, what's that?" "Yarashi" When Kensou was muffled, Momoko suddenly appeared upside down from the top of the pine branch. "Uo !? What the hell, when did you start, Momo-chan?" "It's about Kensou's staring at Athena, dyeing his cheeks slightly, inflating his nostrils and starting to huh ♪" "But ... but who doesn't?" "If it's a joke" Like a bat, Momoko is eating a meat bun with her legs hooked on a thick pine branch. Unlike Kensou and his colleagues, Momoko had not been taught Chinese martial arts by her old master, but her sense of balance and lightness was natural. Momoko, who quickly ate her meat bun, she jumped off the tree without danger and lifted her lips grinningly. "I mean, if you're just staring at a place like this, you should ask him directly .... Kensou-chan, it's unexpectedly crazy." "Hey, what's a mess!" "Then ask me." "Wow !?" Suddenly her back was kicked by her Momoko, and Kensou sank in front of her.
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"Kensou ..." Athena stopped moving, surprised by Kensou who suddenly dived. "Wow, bad! Athena!" Kensou stood up in a hurry and waved with a lid. "I didn't mean to disturb the lessons! But that--I wondered if I could overfill the roots ..." “…………” Athena stared at her fist in a daze, as if she had noticed it for the first time after being told by Kensou. Kensou lightly dusts and dusts "... Hey, Athena? Athena? I took a crazy look, but what are you worried about?" "……Yes" Athena sighed quietly and sat down on the stairs of the main hall. "I've been thinking about it for a long time, but ... I've come to think so recently." "What are you doing?" "What is our power for?" Athena stared straight ahead, Kensou was stuffed with words again.
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Athena and Kensou have a mysterious power that ordinary humans do not have-psychic power. The reason why the two continued their training under the old master was to hone their psychic power in order to counter the enormous evil that might appear someday. My power was given to fight evil-even if I understand that in my head, the reality that Athena can face is not. In front of the "evil" who was willing to hurt others and tried to lie down with force, Athena and others could only lay down the "evil" with more force. There is no difference between ourselves and the existence we call "evil" in that we try to make them want to follow each other by force. Then-in the end, this psychic power of ourselves is just violence. Athena's conflict is there.
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"Athena is too kind." Kensou was ridiculous so that the air in the place would not be too serious. "--I was worried about something that wasn't right." “…………” Athena stared at her combined hands on his lap. With her psychic powers, Athena's little hand can easily throw even a giant several times as big as her. And perhaps her true power isn't that. Greater power lies in Athena. Kensou laughed while biting the meat bun taken out from somewhere. "Someone's words and that aren't there, but that's what-that, what's that? Riki?" "Power love Fuji?" "That, that!" Power without justice is nothing more than violence, and justice without power is powerless-the word Athena was taught shortly after becoming a disciple under Zhen, the word power love Fuji with that meaning. rice field. "Really……" As long as Athena's kindness to protect everyone, my power is different from violence. Athena must have practiced so that she would not forget that kindness and run away only with her power. "Yeah ... that's right. It wouldn't be a problem if the world became peaceful as soon as we thought about it, or if our psychic power was so convenient." "Sayaro? Well, I have no choice but to stand on the same level as the other party and stop doing bad things even if I hit him. If it seems hypocritical and I don't like it, nothing can be done. There is no choice but to be quiet at home. " "I see……" "Soya" Staring at Athena, Kensou grinningly lifts her lips. Athena smiled a little as she was hung up. "I don't think it's necessary to worry that Athena isn't there. It's necessary for Buddha to hit him to preach to the evil mon, but we're punished for doing the same thing. I won't win. I'm sure I'm Yuton! " "If Kensou--" If I was dented, I immediately thought it was dented and bald. Kensou was so kind to Athena. Often it didn't run idle, but he must be an irreplaceable presence for Athena. "Well ... let's have lunch soon." Athena lightly dusted her skirt and stood up, reaching out to Kensou. "--Kensou is eating meat buns, so he may not be hungry." "Meshi and meat buns are different" Pushing the half-eaten meat bun into his mouth, Kensou took Athena's hand. The warmth of Kensou transmitted from the connected hands gently filled Athena's heart.
Sie Kensou[]
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"... What's so sad and lonely on occasional holidays?" One Sunday afternoon, Sie Kensou went out to a busy city, looking up at the brilliant sun and moaning. "Loneliness ... I'm lonely when there are many people who don't come. I'm in loneliness ..." Disgusted, Kensou sat down on a bench in the shade of a tree in the park. Although there were still occasional days when it returned to midsummer, it was already past mid-September, and the breeze was about to be mixed with the coolness of autumn, and the residual heat of Japan was being swept away. The city is crowded with people who enjoy shopping, probably because it's particularly easy to spend today. Of course, there are many couples. However, why isn't I and Athena there? Kensou, who was taking a breather on the bench, noticed himself chasing after the couple who seemed to be happy without knowing it, and gave him a heavy sigh again.
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Last night, Kensou rushed Athena to a date and was brilliantly refused. The reason for his despair was enough for the time being.
Kensou's next match will be held in Japan. Kensou was disappointed with Athena's words that he would go to his parents' house because he thought that he would go shopping with Athena on the occasional holiday that his master allowed him while the rigorous training continued for the game. It was pushed down to the bottom of the throat. "... That's right. I usually practice in the mountains of China, and when the tournament starts, I'm going to fight around the world. Even if I don't, if I wear two pairs of straw shoes with an idol, I'll be with my parents. I don't have time to spend time slowly. I understand that too. " Kensou continued to mutter, sitting on the bench and drowning, like a boxer who fought through a full round. I'm also unaware that the people around me have a suspicious look. "I understand Athena's feelings, I understand! But ... I don't care if nothing is done today, Athena." Kensou looks up at the sun with a grudge. At that time, he noticed. "--Oh !?" He hurriedly turned his gaze back and stood up from the bench. "Ah ... Athena!" It was Kensou's teammate, Athena Asamiya, who walked down the street right in front of the park. However, Kensou, who tried to run up to Athena with all her joy, stopped the movement the moment she noticed the existence of a tall young man walking alongside her. "Oh, that guy ... Kyo Kusanagi !?" The young man who walked happily while talking with Athena was Kyo Kusanagi, the leader of the Japanese team, who is Kensou's next opponent. "Why ... Athena !? Because I met my parents at my parents' house, I wasn't able to get along with me because that was a lie!" Repeat, Kensou was brilliantly turned down on a date with Athena. That Athena is happily shopping with another man-Kyo Kusanagi, who can be said to be the strongest enemy in KOF. Even witnessing it was enough as a reason for Kensou to break lightly. From that moment on, Kensou no longer cares about what is noticeable. "Gunununununu ...!" Unknowingly, Kensou began to sneak behind Athena and his friends. Of course, the people around him had his eyes rounded when he saw his extraordinary expression, but he was completely unaware of the strange gaze from his surroundings.
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"Nuoo ...! It's close! It's too close! It's too close! It's a hindrance! I don't get too close to Athena! Looking at the back of Athena, who went a few meters ahead, Kensou continued to mutter with grudges. "Ah! The two of us have entered a fashionable store this time!" When Kensou saw them enter a grocery store dealing with high-end ingredients, he carved deep wrinkles between his eyebrows and squeezed his teeth. "What, what are you going to buy? Hmm !? No way, I'm not going to have Athena, the guy from Kyo Kusanagi, serve home cooking !?" Kensou uttered a single word with an almost roaring voice while searching for the appearance of Athena who entered the store, sticking to the large glass window of the supermarket. If you doubt that much, Kensou is a surprisingly small-minded person who can only follow what he should go inside and speak to. The customers in the store noticed Kensou sticking to the glass like a frog and started making noise, but it goes without saying that Kensou is not aware of how strange his current behavior is. Love is often blind. "While there is a cute girlfriend named Yuki-chan, Kyo Kusanagi ...! If this happens, Yuki-chan will be sick! ――Ah! "a little bit" "Sorry ...! I feel like I should be quiet-just come out of the store!" "Hey, you" "Huh !? What the hell, from a while ago! This is in a hurry! Relieved!" Kensou, who was hit on his shoulder many times, looked back with a biting bite, but as soon as he saw what was stuck to his nose, he felt his anger diminish. "Receive a report that there is a suspicious person around here." The policeman with a grumpy face closed his police notebook and stared at Kensou. "... What? What are you doing here?" "Eh? Ah, no--what are you going to do ..." In a hurry, he left the glass window and Kensou dressed up. However, that is not enough to disguise the eccentricity of the past. "It's not free, it seems that he was talking about various things, but ... could you tell me a detailed story?" "Ah !? That's a misunderstanding-besides, I'm ...!" "Would you like me to come to the police box for a moment? Yeah, if there's nothing wrong with it, I'll be there right away." "What, what, what ... why isn't it !!"
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Kyo Kusanagi, who came out of a big supermarket with Athena, shook the big paper bag he was holding and glanced into it with a bitter smile. "It was bad, after all it didn't help at all." "No, it's okay, it's not Kusanagi-san's fault ... or rather, I was just indecisive." "But will it be in time from now on? It will take time and effort for this kind of mon? After all, clothes and shoes were better?" "Hmm ... but when I think about it, I give away such things every year, so sometimes I wonder if handmade things are good ..." "Hey, you're unexpectedly diligent, you too." "What about Kusanagi-san and Yuki-san?" "That's okay ... isn't it okay?" Kyo suddenly became muddy after being shaken, and changed his topic by clearing his throat on purpose. "--Even so, I can afford to make meat buns in front of the game with us. Don't you know if you will see crying later?" "Cooking and making sweets can also help you to improve your concentration. I'll prove that on the day." "I'm looking forward to it." Upon arriving at the station, Kyo pushed his luggage against Athena. "--Well, do it well at best?" "Yes. I'm really sorry for the trouble today .... But that doesn't mean I won't cut corners in the next game, right?" "I want it" Kyo passed through the ticket gate and disappeared into the crowd on the premises while waving to Athena who bowed her head carefully. At that time, Athena's mobile phone started ringing modestly. "Yes? ... Oh, what's wrong with you, Master?" "Um. In fact, Kensou seems to be in trouble for the police. " "eh?" "The behavior was suspicious and I was drawn. Of course, I didn't do anything, but he said he needed an underwriter. ...... So, I'm sorry, but could you take over the unscrupulous disciple instead of the eagle? 』\ Athena, who had been talking to Chin over the phone for a while in the crowd in front of the station, shrugged with a big sigh. "... I understand. I will go first tomorrow morning." "tomorrow? 』\ "Yes. For whatever reason, I have to reflect on it for about one night." "That's right" "Instead, can I stay at my parents' house today? I have something I want to do tonight." After that, Athena, who exchanged two words and three words with Chin and made a mobile phone, started walking with great growth. "It's a little earlier than planned, but I wonder if it can be helped. It's just right, so I'll bring it instead of tomorrow's breakfast."
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Kensou, unaware of how special he is to a girl named Athena Asamiya, finds out that everything was his misunderstanding, along with other meat buns, the next day-on his birthday. It was three days ago.
Chin Gentsai[]
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Du Fu, a great poet of the Tang dynasty, describes Li Bai, also known as a great poet of the Tang dynasty, as "Li Bai Ito Poetry 100". Li Bai, a liquor lover, means that if you drink Ito's sake, you will instantly make 100 poems. Also, as the word "Don't quit drinking" is used, in ancient China, when it comes to heavy drinkers, it is said that one ton, that is, about 18 liters of sake, is taken without hesitation. Actually, no matter how much you like sake, you can't drink it so much, but an old man who has an old temple in the back of a remote bamboo grove-Chin Gentsai is a person who goes to the ground without resigning. Met. After all, these days, Toshukensei-I call myself a master of heavy drinker Kenpo, so it can be said that the liquor lover has also entered the hall.
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The bamboo grove swaying in the wind casts a refreshing blue shadow. Chin was playing Go on such a big rock along the river. He was hitting--rather, he's thinking. For more than 30 minutes, I've been groaning a little, thinking about my next move. The old-fashioned monk who was the other party-because it was every time-did not seem to be particularly frustrated, and went to sweep the precincts, leaving him to call me if he came up with a good hand. Therefore, Chin is facing the board alone in this way. On the other hand, there is one favorite gourd that shines in a nice candy color. The gourd, which is usually filled with sake, was almost empty during this long thought. “…………” Chin picked up the gourd again while scratching his stomach. However, he immediately puts it in the light sound of water and sighs. At that time, the wind that suddenly increased in volume shook the bamboo grove greatly, and a blue shadow fell from above Chin so that it could be confused by the noise. "Still more" Without looking up at him, Chin grabbed the red tuft that was tied to the torso of the gourd and shook it. "Ahhh !?" Sie Kensou pressed his face and fell into the river after being hit hard by the gourd. "It's 100 years early to take a chance of an eagle." "Uuu……" Soaking up from the river, Kensou took off his coat, squeezed it like a rag, and looked at the master looking at the board in exactly the same pose as before. "Seyakate ... Akan Yuta, who took one from the master, is none other than the master." "Well, was that so?" "Hey ... forget it! If I wanted to take a break from tomorrow's lessons and go to the city, then I'd like to take one!" "Oh, that's right." While saying that, Chin didn't look at Kensou at all. “…………” Kensou put on his jacket, which was still wet, and casually went around behind his master. ――But, at the tip of Kensou's nose, who tried to hit his fist in a hurry, Chin slammed the gourd he had in his hand without looking back. "Wow !?" "Can you go to Kensou or Baa and add some sake to it?" "Hah ..." Kensou, who was unexploded after the second surprise attack, quietly received an empty gourd and left the place to fill it with sake.
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"-Oh, you're getting pretty smart too." Chin lost his temper when he saw a disciple who packed a lot of sake in a gourd and returned with a sake bottle that seemed to be a little bit. "Anyway, Master, are you here until nightfall? You'll drink that much alcohol in no time." Place the jar on the rock and cut the seal on the mouth. Immediately, a faint chrysanthemum scent spread around. "Hmm ... this is the chrysanthemum liquor made by Mr. Baa at the festival of Chungyang last year." Chin, who thrust the cassotte into the jar, scooped it up and carried it to his mouth, was delighted with his throat screaming. "Umu, delicious" "Ah ... by the way, Master" "What?" "What's wrong with tomorrow?" "No" "Why isn't it !? Isn't it about a day! Athena and the yurts haven't said that they haven't taken a day off, so why am I the only one !?" "Kensou ... Do you get insurance?" "Yes?" Kensou made a stupid voice without knowing what the master suddenly said. "You're asking if you want to get insurance in case something goes wrong." "No, apart from that ... First, I'm still young." "That kind of carelessness is dangerous. It's okay to think about something from an early stage? For example, even if the eagle died right now, if you have insurance, you can have a good funeral for Mr. Baa. You can get it out. " "Well ... haa" "Well, it's proof that humans are old that I'm worried about what happened after I died. I was reckless when I was young, and I used to be crazy. " By the way, Chin is drinking alcohol. Kensou silently waited for Chin's next words, thinking that he should refrain from drinking a little if the funeral was after his death. The old man just drinks and doesn't try to follow the next phrase. "Eh? That's it?" "No, in other words, you should train on a daily basis so that you don't have to panic when something happens .... Especially for you, suddenly you can use or not use psychic powers, and so on. It ’s unstable. ” "Well, when you say that ..." Kensou sat upright on the rock and scratched his head. Sure, Kensou had lost his psychic powers at one point, which made him very worried. It's true that he has finally recovered recently, but when he thinks about when he will lose his psychic powers, there are some parts that he doesn't mind. "-I've been thinking about it lately when I heard that Athena, my mentor, was sick." "What?" "Is this power that I and Athena have ... can it actually be useful to the world?" "Hmm ... that's true. Even if I was told to practice in preparation for the fight against the mighty evil that might appear someday, I don't know what exactly it is, so I'm telling you. There is also a reason " "Oh ... oh no! Of course, I can't help but believe what the master says." "Well, Kensou. I think I was insured a while ago." "teeth?" "The mighty evil that appears someday is, well, like a traffic accident for humans." The cassotte was placed in the mouth of the jar, and the chin wiped the mouth. "People don't get insurance when they know they'll have a traffic accident. You might get an accident, and you get insurance because you think it's hard. Of course, if you don't have insurance, you can do it. There is no such thing. " "Oh, that's ... is our power insurance?" "Well, that's right. If the mighty evil doesn't appear as it is, it's decided to be the best for the human world. But if it does, someone has to fight. After it appears. It's too late to start training. " Therefore, Kensou can understand Chin's insistence that he should concentrate on his training now. He also intended to understand that they were practicing day and night to protect humanity. However, I'm not convinced that I can't get a day off. In fact, the disciples other than Kensou are free to take time off. However, Kensou bowed to his master, saying, "I understand," and quietly left the place. He didn't--pretending to leave, he turned around and tried to make a third surprise. "You are also a doggie" "Wabu !?" It was faster for Kensou's fist to catch the chin, and for the gourd shook by the chin to dig into Kensou's face and knock it down into the river again. "--Buh!" Chin laughed empty as he looked down at the disciple who appeared on the surface of the water while holding his bright red nose. "Well, let's just admit that one .... Okay, it seems that you're training seriously these days, can you take a day off?" "Honmadekka !?" "Umu" "No, I did it! Wait, Athena! Tomorrow is a date!" Kensou jumped out of the water and ran on the surface of the water as it was, and moved to the riverbank, and it went somewhere at the speed of the wind. "Do you really understand my words? ... I wish I could turn that enthusiasm toward training a little more ..." Chin, who saw off the cash disciple and smiled bitterly, returned to long thoughts as if nothing had happened. "Even so-if my training really ends with just insurance, I wouldn't suffer anything ..." Leaving a disturbing mutter, Chin sipped another bite of sake. Chin did not have supernatural powers like Kensou and Athena, but Chin may have already grasped something about the day of disaster that even they could not detect. However, for the time being, the next move in front of him seemed to be more important than the future of his disciples, rather than the fate of mankind. "I'm worried ..."
It was that.
Iori Yagami[]
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In the first place, the Yagami style can be found in the Kusanagi style. From the time when the Yasakani clan was driven by jealousy toward Kusanagi and began to call themselves Yagami by connecting with Orochi, who was supposed to be an enemy, the flames changed and the paths of the two families were divided into two. .. Since then, in 660, the feud between Kusanagi and Yagami has continued even in modern times.
However, the current successors, Kyo Kusanagi and Iori Yagami-although they never squeezed each other-were human beings who laughed at the ties of both families with their noses. However, in the sense of confrontation between the persons concerned, on the contrary, it is deeper and more intense than the confrontation between the two families so far.
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For Yagami-an, not regretting it was the basis of life. Belief that can be said to be arrogant, beyond the equinoctial week of good and evil, and unrelated to humanity and ethics, puts a human being named Yagami-an in his current position. Of course he would deny it, but it may even lead to some sort of unconscious narcissism. There is an already completed "shape" in Yagami-an, and he will not allow himself to deviate even a little from the outline. The flow of time inevitably changes people little by little, but Yagami-an refuses even the absolute law. He doesn't look back, he doesn't see the future, he's immutable. The phenomenon of Yagami-an lives in a moment.
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Of course, such an inference has no meaning. As long as I can't read in the hearts of others, it's impossible to see if it's correct in the light of Yagami-an's own thoughts, and it's also impossible for her to vomit in his chest. .. However, when Yagami-an looks back on his life, which is not so long, if he finds something to regret in his past, it is probably there that day, where he settled with Kyo Kusanagi. There must be only one point that I was jealous. Kusanagi, Yagami, and Kagura-that day when three people, the "sacred treasures," gathered and sealed the awakened Orochi again. If there was a chance that the hermitage would be released from all the shackles and settled with Kyo, there was no other choice but in that fierce flame. There, the hermitage may still regret that he couldn't bury Kyo with his own hands. And regret does not always last until death.
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I was looking at the sea. I was looking at the dark and stagnant night sea without seeing it. When the engine sound, which should have been away from the fog whistle, came back soon, the hermit slowly turned around with both hands in her pockets. "--Nani is twilight?" Kyo Kusanagi, who straddled a motorcycle, was holding his helmet and hoisting his lips. "... It's rare for you to come out, Kyo. Did you feel like being killed by me?" "It's noisy. If I let it flow in a good mood, I saw you in parentheses.-I thought I'd just go crazy, but that's a pity, isn't it?" Hooking his helmet on the mirror, Kyo got off the bike. It's a very natural movement, but there's no slack. Even if the hermitage suddenly sets it up, Kyo will be able to overcome it without difficulty. Of course, it is unlikely that An, who is facing a battle that is more convincing than anyone else, will rush to abruptly. "I'm the only one who's crazy about Otomodachi, and fortunately or unfortunately the tournament is near.-Well, isn't it just right for warming up?" "As usual, there are many entrustments" "Is that so? I think it's pretty good." "Bullshit" From the back of his long bangs, An glared straight at Kyo.
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The exact cause of the conflict between the two families is now unknown. The envy and jealousy of Kusanagi's strength made Yasakani crazy--although it was said that, it was passed down to the Kusanagi family as an oral tradition, and the Yasakani family, who became their nemesis, was banished. It cannot be said that the act to be tried is not mixed in somewhere. Kagura, which was also a family of "sacred treasures" -the Hachibashi family, had nothing more than an oral tradition. However, regarding Yagami-an, the successor to the current Yagami style, the source of hostility towards the Kusanagi style is very clear.
Yagami-an hates Kyo Kusanagi.
I kill you because I hate you. It is simple and clear. However, it is also mysterious at the same time. The reason why Yagami-an hates Kyo Kusanagi so much-as long as the hermitage asserts that it has nothing to do with their relationship and the conflict between the two families-is because it cannot be found in particular. There is no reason. There is no particular reason, and Kyo hates hermitage. That's probably because I don't like it. There are humans and opponents who do not warp with anyone, but in the case of Yagami-an, the emotions directed at such objects were too fierce. And, in a sense, it was the misfortune of the two that the person to whom the hatred was directed was not a person who was quietly killed by the hermitage.
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Kyo squinted his eyes and laughed invincibly, touching his loosely torn cheeks and seeing his fingertips wet with lukewarm blood. "Isn't it fine for the flames to stop? ... Is that the original Yasakani no Maga?" "Why don't you close your mouth when you die? I'll show you the future soon even if you don't like it." Shaking off the blood of Kyoto in his hand, the hermitage proceeded calmly. Since they went on different paths, the two families have collided with each other on a case-by-case basis, but on the one hand, it means that the powers of the two families were in competition. The powers of Kusanagi and Yagami have been almost equal in all ages, and the fact that one did not cut off the lifeline of the other has created a long-standing relationship of 660 years. However, the passage of time in 660 made Kusanagi forget about Yasakani. Before Yagami accepted the blood of Orochi and became Yagami-Kusanagi does not know the fist when he was Yasakani. Actually, Yagami-an, which Kyo knows, and Yagami-an tonight seem to be similar, but somehow different. It's not just that you can't use flames. Rather, Yagami's fist was so sharp that it seemed trivial to that extent. "That's ... I don't know why." Kyo ridiculed himself and clenched his fist.
It was a fact that I was wondering what happened to the hermitage that lost the flame. Of course, there is no sympathy or pity for the hermitage in the heart of Kyoto. Although it is different from the feeling of hatred, Kyo also has a strict hostility toward hermitage. He is hostile because he has been unilaterally hated even though he has no fault, but that doesn't mean he can erase it anymore. However, I wanted to know how the hermitage, which had inevitably continued to exist as my nemesis, changed by losing the flames.
And now, Kyo knew. If you compare it-it was just that the sharpness of the blade of the flesh was further increased. Yagami-an remains Yagami-an, and nothing has changed.
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Yagami-an is an invariant phenomenon. Perhaps the moment of his death, even the moment he stopped his enemy with his hand.
Kim Kaphwan[]
https://game.snk-corp.co.jp/official/kof-xii/character/kim_profile.html
Justice man. Not wrong at all. No one can disagree with that assessment of Kim. But at the same time, most people who know him must think of him as an inflexible resident. And unfortunately, that was also a correct evaluation. Twice. Kim, a young master who is said to have that person in the Korean taekwondo world. He has no doubt that any bad guy can be converted through taekwondo. He believed that taekwondo was a concept close to faith for Kim, and that it was his mission to spread it around the world.
Unfortunately for Chang and Choi, that was an unmistakable fact.
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"Deplorable……" Kim, who was reading the newspaper between lessons, muttered with deep wrinkles between his eyebrows. "Cormorant……" Chan groaned low, shrinking a huge body over 300 kg. The sweat that spewed out during the harsh training that lasted only a few minutes ago cools down at once. "... What's wrong, Chan?" Asked by Kim, Chan shook his whole body and shook his head. "No, no, nothing is possible." "Really" Nodding a few words, Kim dropped his eyes on the paper again. "Fu ..." "You did it in a dangerous place, Chan's husband" Choi, who was hiding behind Chan's giant, dexterously wiped the sweat off his forehead with his hand with long iron claws. "-What happened to you?" "I don't know, but I think I'm in a bad mood." It is neither a joke nor an exaggeration, and Kim's good mood is directly linked to the life and death problem of the two. This is because the training imposed on them becomes more severe in proportion to Kim's bad mood. "-Now, both of us have a break so far! It's a continuation of the lesson!" "Hi" Chang and Choi shrugged reflexively to Kim's voice reminiscent of that.
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In fact, Kim is angry about the turmoil of the world and the ethics, which is not new. However, if you see it in the form of such a crime, you will still sigh in sadness. Kim seriously thinks that if he has time to devote himself to crappy wrongdoing, he should just hit his depressed feelings against taekwondo and sublimate it. That's why I talked to the police authorities, took Chan and Choi to my dojo, and educated them through taekwondo. At the beginning, it was not uncommon to question Kim's ideas, but now he has a certain reputation. Whether it's Chang or Choi, he used to be a villain with no room for lyricism, who never thought of hurting people, but now he's much more human, if not a good man. .. It should be the result of Kim's tenacious education. However, while Kim is rehabilitating the two, new buds of evil are being born one after another in the world. When I witnessed the reality, I couldn't help but bite my calm and calm Kim.
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"... Danna" After the training of the day was over, Chan, who was whispering something with Choi while slumping in a corner of the dojo, cleared his throat and went to Kim. "I don't know what you're worried about, but you shouldn't think too much about it, right?" “…………” Kim, who was silently kicking at the punching bag even after teaching his disciples, looked back at Chan with a suspicious look. The madder-colored sunset shining through the window stretched Kim's shadow over the floor. "I used to think that I couldn't be stronger than myself. I couldn't do it, I really thought I was stronger than anyone .... But the reality is different. Teta " Chan fought head-on one-on-one, and Kim was the first opponent to lose. It was Kim who first taught Chan that he was by no means the best in the world. "-Since then, I've been sticking to Ole Danna and fighting with various people, but every time I knew it." "That's right, Yans ... There were ridiculous people in the world, Yans. We're still not a big deal, Yans." "Well, if you realize it, it might be too cool, but I've come to understand it a little." "……What?" "There are things that humans can and cannot do." Chan laughed bitterly, stroking his head smoothly. "Taka knows what one person can do." "Yes, so Danna too--" Let's relax our shoulders and go comfortably without being too nervous--Chan and Choi intended to continue. If Kim thought too much about it as it was, it would bounce back as it became the rigor of training for Chan and Choi. To do something about it, the two wanted to convince Kim. Kim suddenly opened his eyes and interrupted the words that were supposed to follow. "Thank you, Chan, Choi" "……teeth?" "You guys care about me and think about that ... honestly, I seem to have been ignoring you." "What? Danna, what are you talking about ...?" The two did not care about Kim. They just cared for themselves. However, despite the embarrassment of Chan and Choi, Kim nodded many times as if he was convinced by himself. "Human beings aren't all-powerful.-Yes, I'm awakened by your words. It didn't make sense for me to carry everything on my own." "Well, well ... that kind of thing ... isn't it Yance?" "Yes, I know what I can do alone.-But! If anyone else has the same aspirations as me, my ideals will surely come true .... Help me. I'm not so happy that we buy it from ourselves! " "Fugo !?" "Why is that so Yance !?" Chan and Choi looked at each other at the words of Kim, who went far above the imagination. Kim claps his hand lightly and prompts Chan and Choi to stand up. "Okay! If you decide to do so, it's time to practice!" "Eh !? Today's training is over !?" "Oh, that's right! Yance! After having a delicious dinner, just sleep in preparation for tomorrow!" "What are you talking about? With that kind of guts, I'll never be in charge of my name!" "Myo, my name is ..." "I'll do it even harder from now on so that you can work for your ideals as my name as soon as possible!" "Chi, Chan's Danna!" In the unexpected development, Choi quietly listened to Chan. "--It's been a mess, so it's Yance! What can I do? Yance !?" "Uh, uruse! You didn't agree with me! Don't pull out anymore!" "Chan's Danna was bad, so Yans!" "Hey, this bastard ...!" Chan and Choi quietly glaring at each other. "Hmm? What's wrong with you?" "No, no! Nothing!" "Oh, that's right, Yance! Yans was re-energizing for the night lesson with Chan's Danna!" Fearing Kim's educational guidance, Chan and Choi couldn't say anything more, and shook their heads with a subtle smile. "Yes! Alright, first push-ups 1000 times! No, 2000 times!" "Good!"
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Kim is a justice man and a hot-blooded man. In Taekwondo-not only for the match, but also for the guidance of the disciples-no compromises.
Unfortunately for Chang and Choi, that was an unmistakable fact.
Raiden[]
https://game.snk-corp.co.jp/official/kof-xii/character/raiden_profile.html
The moment he walked in, I felt as if the large room had suddenly become very small.
He’s about 2 meters tall. Weighing 210 kilograms.
According to his official profile, his physique boasted a size that large.
However, there was an overwhelming sense of presence about him that could not be expressed by simple numbers alone.
"Nice to meet you.”
The young reporter stood up from the couch nervously and held out his right hand towards him.
"Kane Goldman, Daily Second South.”
"I see. Thanks for coming all the way out to Australia.”
He shook Kane's hand and spoke in a low voice, a fearless smile on his face as he looked through his mask.
“Relax. I don't bite.”
"Ha, ha..."
When telling his colleagues how he felt at that moment, he said he’d have felt less nervous if a grizzly bear sat in front of him.
The interview began in a room of Raiden’s home, adjacent to a large ranch.
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"Well then, Mr. Raiden."
After settling down on the couch and starting on the IC recorder, Kane quickly spoke up.
" Your life as a wrestler, ......, is a bit of an exaggeration, but could you start by telling us about your debut in SWF and your time with the King of Fighters in the early days?"
"Huh? Do we really have to start with such an old story?”
"Yes, if you could--"
"Well, there are probably some KOF fans these days who don't know the name of the great Raiden.”
The huge masked man, who sat cramped on the sofa that was supposed to seat three, laughed gaily.
"It's true that my debut was in the SWF. But I didn't stay there that long. It was a lousy place to work, with a lot of crappy memories."
"When you debuted, you were touted as a giant heel tag team with Big Bombardier as your partner, correct?"
"Yeah."
"However, you were forced to leave the SWF mats when it was discovered that you had been involved in an illegal match."
Kane looked up and saw Raiden's expression.
"......It seems to be an established theory among fans that it was a stunt by the Big Bombardier, who was jealous of your growing popularity, in order to bring you down."
"What does any of this have to do with KOF?"
He had probably been asked this question hundreds of times. Raiden didn't seem to be offended by the mention of the past allegations of cheating. That was fortunate for Kane. Kane would have been crushed in five seconds if he offended the large man.
Raiden's quiet gaze gave Kane goosebumps. It would have been better if he had been yelled at. As a reporter, Kane had experienced being threatened by heels or having his tie grabbed, but the quiet gaze of this huge wrestler was more frightening than a mere threat.
Swallowing his saliva with a gulp, Kane quickly changed the subject without any further discussion.
" After that, you entered the KOF tournament held by one Mr. Geese Howard.”
"Yeah. I was getting rusty ‘cause I couldn't get in the ring anymore, but Geese picked me up.”
"But at some point, you and Howard parted ways, didn't you? You were always one of the top contenders for the championship, but then you disappeared from the KOF scene. Why is that?"
“......I'd say that's a load of rubbish.”
Raiden said as he removed the cap from a bottle of bourbon. The glass he had was supposed to be large, but in this man's hands, it was like a shot glass.
"I was fighting these young guys, who were not shy about saying heated stuff, with no restraint at all... I was getting too heated for my own good. I was sick and tired of being treated like Geese's lapdog, or whatever.”
"Are you saying that the fighting spirit from your days as a legitimate wrestler was ignited during the KOF fights?"
"Listen, don't even bother talking about it. It's embarrassing."
Raiden drank the bourbon in one swig and gave a small chuckle, seemingly unaffected.
In that moment, Kane thought he caught a glimpse of the true face of Raiden, a wrestler who hid behind a mask and never revealed his true colors.
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The dazzling lights and thunderous cheers numbed my ears, my eyes, and even my everyday senses. Six months after that interview, Kane Goldman was in the front row of a packed stadium.
Soon the match between Raiden and Terry Bogard would begin. It was an emotional match for Kane, who had been a fan of Raiden's since he was a boy.
That's why I'm here today, not as a newspaper reporter, but as a fan. My editor was annoyed with me for taking a day off from work on this important day, and I lost almost all my bonus money to bid on this front-row seat, but I have no regrets.
At that moment, the lights in the venue went out and the cheers of the audience turned into a momentary pause.
Then, breaking the brief silence, the iconic song any classic wrestling fan has heard at least once - "Yuusha Raiden" began to play.
The fans were so excited that they stomped on the floor in uncontrollable excitement. Kane, of course, was one of them.
With the crowd cheering for Raiden, the man everybody had been waiting for finally returned to the arena.
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Stepping with his big feet on the stage, which was now shadowed by cocktail lights, Raiden was checking out the feel of the crowd when he spotted the familiar face of a reporter in the arena seats.
It was a reporter who had come to Australia for an interview and said he was a fan of mine. He asked for my autograph when we parted, and I remember giving him a light pat on the back as I signed his shirt.
"......So it wasn't just lip service."
Raiden laughed and winked at the reporter.
"Hey, Bear! Are you here to cheer on some pretty fan girl?"
Terry, who had gone on stage first and had been waiting for Raiden to emerge, noticed the big man's wink and gave him a sly smile.
Raiden's thick lips lifted and he shook his head.
"Sorry, but today I'm not Big Bear, I'm the villainous wrestler Raiden. ...you’d better come at me with that in mind or you're gonna get hurt, got it?"
Raiden paused to crack his neck with an indignant look on his face. Of course, the conversation between the two on stage was lost in the cheers of the audience. But just seeing the performance through the Aurora Vision screen only further excited the audience.
Taking a quick look around the stadium, Terry whistled.
"......You're pretty good, you're a top heel. The crowd went wild."
"No doubt about it. Even if it's a one-sided fight that's over in five minutes, we're professionals when it comes to satisfying our audience, right?
"You think you're gonna win this thing in five minutes?"
"You wouldn't come all the way back to this stage if you were planning to say goodbye to me in five minutes, would you, mate?"
" It seems that villainy is alive and well. ......I'm not afraid to take you on!”
Terry put his hand on the brim of his cap and put it on tighter.
"......You're getting soft, aren't you, Terry? I told you I'm the villainous wrestler Raiden today, didn't I?"
Before the starting bell rang, Raiden tackled Terry.
It was a "triumphant" greeting, typical of Raiden.
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When the bell finally rang after a storm of boos, Raiden had already blown Terry several meters away and was holding his hands up in the air in triumph to the crowd.
"I'm Raiden! I am number one!"
With that shout, Kane also thrust his hands up to the sky.
It was the day that the fighter I longed to be, the one I was so passionate about as a boy, returned to the stage of my dreams.