The King of Fighters XII/Character Stories

This page includes English translations for the character stories found on the Japanese official website for KOF XII.

Ash Crimson
https://game.snk-corp.co.jp/official/kof-xii/character/ash_profile.html

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


https://game.snk-corp.co.jp/official/kof-xii/character/duo_lon_profile.html

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." 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."

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 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. 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.

Leona Heidern
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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 of.

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Leona's real father was Heidern, 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 Ralph'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.