The King of Fighters XIII/Team Stories

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Team Yagami
It was a pleasantly cool night in Japan.

And yet, something caused Chizuru Kagura to lay completely awake in the dead of night.

The full moon light shone through the shoji and dimly illuminated the room with a blue hue. When Chizuru noticed a slim silhouette appear in front of the shoji, any traces of sleep she had completely vanished.

"Who's therel?"

Immediately after she asked for the intruder's identity, Chizuru felt foolish. She didn't need to ask; she should have immediately known who this visitor was.

"...You've become weak, Kagura."

A cold smile appeared.

"You too..."

Chizuru sat up from her futon.

"You too have lost your flames, am I correct?"

"What does that matter?"

Chizuru had no reply for the arrogant response. She knew that he must have knocked out the many guards that patrolled the estate. Even though he'd lost his purple flames, his strength hadn't faltered.

‘This represented a world of difference when compared to her own situation. After she lost her power of the Yata Mirror, she lost her will along with it.

"I came to see if your power had returned... But it seems I do have to kill that kid."

As she sensed the man shift his weight and begin to depart, Chizuru extended her arm and asked the visitor to stay for a moment.

"Wait, Yagami! This is a big chance for you!"

"...What is?"

The flame of Yagami, the Magatama of the Yasakani... Since they were fused together with the blood of Orochi, in order for him to ever part ways with Orochi, he must permanently forsake his own flames.

But at the same time, she would also lose one of the "Three Sacred Treasures"—the means to seal away Orochi--forever.

This dilemma caused Chizuru despair.

"Don't worry. Your mirror will return," the man reassuredChizuru.

"......But of course, this time you'll lose your sword."

"Don't do it, Yagami!"

Chizuru got out of her futon and opened the shoji.

But the moon only illuminated the quiet garden. The red-haired visitor was nowhere to be found.

Whenever large trucks passed underneath, the walkway shook.

Exposed to the elements, the walkway paint had peeled, and rust slowly ate away at the structure. The dilapidated structure looked like an animal carcass left to rot in the sun.

lori Yagami climbed the skeleton and stopped to view the night's moon.

"............."

When the cigarette in his right hand was reduced to ash, lori spoke.

"...What do ghosts want with me?"

His line of sight moved from the heavens to the earth, locking onto a shadow lurking by the edge of the walkway.

"Have you appeared to spit your grudges at me? Or do you feel like dying by my hand again?"

The darkness responded to lori's words.

"That's some way to greet us, Yagami... It's been so long."

"Look at the sky once more. ...Don't you remember what I told you before? We'll meet again on a full moon."

"..........."

The seductive voices elicited no immediate response from lori.

The shadow squirmed under lori's gaze. Quietly, gradually, the shadow began to take form.

When it finally made the transition from the 2nd dimension to the 3rd, the shadow had taken on the look of two shapely women in business suits.

Iori cast aside thecigarette butt and muttered.

"...What regrets do you have that tie you here?"

"Regrets? We have none."

The redhead Vice answered as she twisted and stretched her body. The display made her look like a snake ready to strike.

"...It wasn't our desire to come here."

"So why are you here?"

"I wonder why. ...Maybe it's because you were all so much more incompetent than we expected?"

Mature, the blonde woman, answered lori cryptically as she held the eyepatch on her right eye and smiled.

"...What are you trying to say?"

"Kagura was defeated, and now you too, Yagami? By that Ash Crimson boy?"

"We're hearing that some strange group is after the power of Orochi, right? ’Those From the Distant Land,’ was it?"

"...I don't care."

"'Of course you don't. You don't even care about yourself."

"But we have to care."

"It's vexing just having someone come and take Orochi's power, you know?"

"That's why we came. Because you humans couldn't prevent it from going this far."

The three eyes of the women shone mysteriously.

lori's lips curled into a wicked smirk.

"I commend you for coming all the way here to clean up Kagura's mess. But what can YOU do?"

"I think the proper phrasing is what can WE do? We both have reasons to use each other, right?"

"You want to find Ash Crimson, and we are looking for that group... If we form a team and advance through the tournament, we'll certainly both achieve our goals.”

"...I say this every time, but it's a pointless farce."

"You’re right. But in the end, the fastest path is to play along with that farce. And you can't play without teammates, Yagami."

'"Hmph..."

lori let out an apathetic grunt and started walking. He passed between Vice and Mature and walked down the staircase.

"Let me tell you now: If you don't serve my purpose--"

"Yes, we know already."

Vice stifled her laugh.

"We'll be looking forward to seeing your strength without your flames. I'm sure you won't disappoint us."

'"...Your smooth-tongue hasn't faded even after death, I see."

As he reached the bottom of the stairs, lori stopped and turned around

The women were gone; the only thing lori saw past the front of his hair was the blue moon.

"..........."

lori pulled out another cigarette and lit it with an old lighter...

Team Elisabeth
The grass-covered plain rustled in the wind.

The residence of a bloodline that stood for generations was now almost completely melded with nature. There was

scarcely a recognizable trace left of the palatial home here in southern France. The bone-dry fountain and charred pillars were nearly all that was left of the opulence that once existed here.

Elisabeth narrowed her eyes and cast them toward the sky.

How many years had it been since the great fire that razed the giant mansion and the rest of the family to ashes...?

As she thought about it now, she mused that the great fire might have been an omen or perhaps the doing of someone sinister.

But Elisabeth still had no answers. Only two people remained to bear the weight of the family. They lived like sister and brother.

However, half of that pair wasn't here...

"........"

As she clutched a few pictures that were taken at this courtyard one day, Elisabeth, draped in black, stood and stared

for several hours straight.

"....Milady."

"I know. ...Just a little longer," Elisabeth responded.

The wind gently blew her black veil.

Shen glowered at his demitasse on the table. The ferocity with which his knee shook showed the irritation of the man from Shanghai.

After he downed his remaining espresso, Shen knit his brows.

“He won't last three seconds,” Duo Lon thought to himself. Three seconds later on the dot, Shen raised his fist and was about to slam the table.

"Stop it."

Duo Lon lightly caught Shen's fist and saved the table from being pulverized. Shen glared at Duo Lon before just clicking his tongue and shaking off his teammate's hand.

Montmartre, filled with artists and tourists, shone brightly in the early summer sunset.The long shadows of the men on the promenade almostlooked artistic.

Duo Lon, a man who lived in the shadows, couldn't help but let out a small chuckle as he realized just how unfit for this city he was.

Hearing that, Shen glared at Duo Lon again.

"...What's so funny?"

"I was just thinking about how much we both stick out in this city."

"Hey, I didn't come here 'cause I wanted to."

Shen spat those words out and flicked the edge of his demitasse.

"...So, what the hell’s up with this?"

"With what?"

"We got called all the way here, ya know?"

"We did."

"There’s two of us, one of her. She should be the one heading over to Shanghai! Why do we have to haul our asses all the way here to France?"

"Because we were summoned," Duo Lon replied nonchalantly.

Of course, Shen was not satisfied with that answer.

”Look--"

"...She's here."

Shen responded to Duo Lon’s declaration by turning around grumpily.

"I apologize for keeping you waiting."

Elisabeth apologized but offered no reason for her tardiness.

Shen bolted up violently, looked over Elisabeth in her funeral outfit, and shrugged.

"Well, look who’s all dressed up and entirely late. You coming from a party or something?"

Ignoring Shen’s sarcastic words, Elisabeth took a white envelope from her handbag.

"Your invitations?"

"Of course-"

"We got ‘em."

"Then there should be no problems. Let us meet again at the venue one hour before the match."

"Huh!?"

Elisabeth's lack of concern shocked and infuriated Shen.

"Listen, you told us to come here, so we came from halfway across the globe! Then you make us wait all this time, you show up for 20 seconds to see our invitations, and that’s it!? You ever hear of a phone!?” '

”Calm down, Shen.”

Duo Lon soothed Shen and stood up.

"...Our first match is here in France. Just think of this as a head start."

”So what, we go prance around and go sightseeing now!? You were just talking about how you don't fit in!"

"If you don't feel like sightseeing, why don't you go eat crab?"

"Look--"

”I just...".

As the two volleyed back and forth, Elisabeth took the opportunity to depart the scene. Her back did not have her

usual aura of courage but instead seemed rather small. Shen grunted as he watched Elisabeth leave and asked Duo Lon in a hushed voice, "...What’s the deal between her and Ash?"

"I don’t know. It seems they are relatives or something... or perhaps something deeper."

"So she’s not telling us a single thing and yet is asking us for our help. Don't you thinkIthat she’s pushing it?"

"If you're not satisfied, why don't you look for another teammate?"

Duo Lon quietly looked at Shen.

"If there’s anyone who'd take you in now..."

"Well, I guess I DO have more enemies than friends."

Shen poked a little fun at himself and laughed.

"...Heck, I might as well make him pay for it."

"What are you talking about?"

"Crab. After this tournament's over, we’re going to eat a bunch of crab, us three."

The King of Fighters tournament... The world's biggest martial arts extravaganza, with the world as its stage, will begin shortly. From summer to autumn, the world’s foremost fighters will vie for the most coveted title in their field.

Shen put his arm around Duo Lon's shoulder.

"Well then, let's go grab ourselves a drink."

"Do you know a place?"

"Hell no."

"I figured as much." '

Duo Lon thought back to the map of Paris he’d studied earlier and started for the nearest Metro. No matter where the place, obtaining a perfect knowledge of an area is a habit Duo Lon’s background as an assassin has burned into him.

As they took the steps underground, Shen asked Duo Lon where they were headed.

"The 13th arrondissement."

France is home to one of the largest Asian immigrant populations in Europe, and the 13th arrondissement boasts one

of the world's largest Chinatowns. Duo Lon knew that there would be liquor and food there that would suit the two. Most of all, he felt that the atmosphere would make them feel a bit more at home and calm their nerves.

Suddenly, Shen stopped at the landing and turned around toward the surface.

"...What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

Shen exaggeratedly shook his head and displayed a sarcastic grin.

"People have different reasons for fighting, huh."

"A bit late for that now." '

"Yeah, it's a bit late. ...I don't give a damn about other guys reasons."

"..Let's go."

Shen and Duo Lon disappeared into the darkness of the subway. Compared to the warm sunlight that shone on the City of Light, the chilly darkness felt much more at home to them.

As the sun set, the wind grew stronger. Just a few moments earlier, the walls of Basilique du Sacre’-Coeur were colored a deep red from the sun. Now, the illumination from the streetlamps temporarily painted them white. There were fewer tourists in the area now, although there were still plenty.

"I sense him."

Elisabeth spoke to the old butler by her side.

"He's no longer here. ...But he definitely was here."

"Milady."

"Do not worry, Jacques."

Elisabeth smiled faintly at the worried old butler and removed her veiled hat. ..

"I am not losing my spirit. Today... I was simply building my resolve."

"Resolve...?"

"Ifhe still claims to have forgotten his mission... it is in that moment I will need resolution."

"Milady, that's...!"

"I am okay."

A white, needle-like light overflowed from Elisabeth's clenched fist. Pushing back the darkness of the night, Elisabeth’s internal light illuminated her face.

"So long as there is light in my heart, I shall...!"

Team Ikari Warriors
In the underground shooting range, the sound of gunfire intermittently echoed throughout the compound.

Leona lowered herl'high-caliber handgun and removed the magazine.

In the booth next to her, a girl with short hair was also practicing. The gun she was using was bigger than Leona's

government-issue: a Desert Eagle—something a girl her size would normally have trouble holding, let alone shooting.

And yet the girl looked quite comfortable with the weapon and shot one round after another, easily coping with the recoil. After spending all her rounds, she removed her earmuffs and looked at Leona.

"Is your grouping bad because of the gun? Or is it because you're not concentrating?"

Leona chose not to answer the girl--Whip-but instead looked at the targets in the distance. It was obvious who the better shooter was. Leona assumed that the difference in their results was simply a matter of skill and not guns or concentration.

Leona reloaded her gun and murmured in a low voice.

"...Am I under your surveillance?"

"Do you have reason to believe that you should be under surveillance?

"......I have a record:"

In a previous King of Fighters tournament, held by "Those From the Distant Land," Leona lost control of her blood. For this reason, Leona wasn't assigned to the last King of Fighters, and Whip was called upon to replace her.

"I hear you reported to your superior that you wanted to enter this year's tournament. Do you have a reason?"

"............"

Leona put on her earmuffs to preemptively silence any further questions Whip had.

Ralf Jones and Clark Still exchanged glances as they stood in front of the one-eyed mercenary, waiting for a word from their superior.

Heidern was silently paging through documents with his back to his subordinates, when he let out a sigh and spun his chair around to face them.

"I received a request from Leona to participate in this operation."

"She made a direct request? That's pretty out of the ordinary.”

"So it's going to be Colonel, me, and her?"

"Not necessarily."

Heidern tossed the documents onto the mahogany desk and looked up at Ralf and Clark.

"Before I make my decision, I want to ask for your opinions. Leona went completely out of control two tournaments ago. Do you think she should be allowed on this mission?"

Hearing that, Ralf's lip bent upwards.

"Why would you ever bother asking us that, Sir? We would both go anywhere you ordered us. If your orders are for us to team with Leona, then we will; ask us to take Whippy, and we will. There's no need to ask us, is there, Sir?"

Ralf’s joking answer turned Heidern's frown into a curt smile.

"You're the ones that'll be in immediate danger. I felt that I should respect your opinions."

"Orochi is the cause of her loss of control. And right now, Orochi's seal is broken. So, she's technically a threat wherever she is."

Clark calmly voiced his opinion and Ralf nodded in agreement.

"He's right. Besides, if you were so worried about us now, don't you think you should've worried about us during the

showdown with Orochi, Sir?"

As he stroked his stubbly chin, Ralf began to clench his fists.

"Well, if she ever goes berserk again, I'll knock her out of it,even if it means giving her a couple lumps."

"You heard the Colonel, Sir. You don’t have to worry about us. Compared to being thrown into a jungle full of guerrillas empty-handed, KOF is paradise."

"Yeah. Plus, this tournament is supplying a hotel room with a comfy bed, and I can say goodbye to rations for a change."

"...It seems asking you two was a stupid question."

Heidern closed his eye and stood up.

"We will deploy a fleet of ships 50 kilometers south of the stadium the Bernsteins constructed for the finals and set up

headquarters there."

"Roger. But, Sir..."

"What is it, Clark?"

"Why is the Bernstein girl, Rugal’s daughter, holding KOF? Her reasons don't exactly seem valid."

"We aren't certain yet... but there is a high probability that group is behind it. Stay alert."

"Yessir!"

Ralf and Clark saluted Heidern and left his office.

"Yo, girlies."

After Whip and Leona had unloaded several magazines worth of bullets into their targets downrange, their superior's

booming voice filled the range.

"You two both practicing your shooting? Good."

Whip saluted properly and then asked Clark--not Ralf--her question.

"Lieutenant, about our next mission--"

"Whippy, you'll be backup this time."

Ralf shot down Whip's inquiry with a mischievous smile.

"There should be an official notice tonight, but this tournament'll be me, Clark, and Leona."

Whip then made an exaggerated shrug.

"I figured that would be the case."

"Heheh, you just think about how you're going to get those delinquent punks of yours into this mess. They may be punks, but they're still added firepower when it counts."

"It’s not my duty this time to get them to enter."

While Whip sulked, Leona silently saluted.

"...Thank you very much."

"Thank the Commander. We'd do our best no matter who's our teammate."

"Well, don't worry. EVen if you mess up like last time, we’ll take responsibility and bring ya back."

Ralf grinned as he displayed a fist as hard as a rock. Whip piped up and chided Ralf coolly.

"Even if it comes to that, make sure you don't beat her to death. You really aren't one to talk when it comes to matters

of keeping oneself in control, you know..."

"Huh!? Whaddya talking about? Talking about me like I'm some kinda klutz!"

"It sounds like you actually consider yourself a skillful man, Colonel. I must say, I've never heard anyone else express that opinion, Sir."

"You too, Clark!?"

The shooting range echoed with Ralf's yelling and Clark's laughter. Despite having a big mission ahead of them, they had no worries. For Leona, who grew up with the smell of gunpowder, no matter what the battlefield is, they can remain at ease.

Her blue hair shaking, Leona's lips loosened just a bit.

"...Hey,Leona." '

Noticing the slight change in Leona's expression, Ralf gave her a cold, hard stare.

"You just laughed,didn't you!?"

"Yes."

"Wh-Why you—"

"You ordered me to laugh more, Colonel."

"Urgh...!"

Unable to field a retort, Ralf drove Clark and Whip into fits of laughter. .

Leona didn't know what awaited them in the coming battles, but she knew for certain that a fearsome enemy lay ahead. The true enemy Leona must face isn't the one that will appear lined up against her as an opponent, but rather, the other her that would appear in the midst of battle—the cursed "blood" that coursed through her veins.

She had conquered this enemy once before. She cannot deny that it may return. Perhaps it is an enemy she must fight as long as she lives.

But to Leona, avoiding a battle was not an option. That's why she requested to participate in this mission herself.

This enemy was powerful. Even so, she vowed that she would not lose. Leona was so resolute in her convictions because she believed in her tough comrades in arms. After all, they were the onlv reason that she was able to smile ever so faintly...

Team K'
"...Well, I won't get too caught up in the details, but I collect the rounded off part of the interest, the fractions of a cent. Over time all those little bits add up. People aren't going to notice if a half cent is missing from their account. By the time the banks catch it, it's too late. I leave behind no evidence, except in here."

Maxima tapped his temple with a finger and unplugged the cable connecting the PC to his body.

"In other words... We have enough money to play around for the next month or two. What do you wanna do, partner?"

"Don't ask me."

K' draped on the couch lazily and halfheartedly tossed darts at the dartboard. He wasn't awful, but he wasn't good either.

K’ had no interest in playing darts; he only did it because he was bored. He had been with Maxima for quite some time, but his lack of motivation hadn’t changed at all.

Maxima picked up a paperback sitting next to the monitor and looked up at the grimy ceiling.

“This is boring being cooped up in here... Why don’t we head to the tropics for a nice vacation?"

"Not interested."

K' swatted aside Maxima's suggestion and punctuated it by tossing another dart at the board.

Just as he released the dart, the door opened without a knock, and a girl with chestnut-colored hair popped her face in.

"Hey-y!"

"You idiot--"

Before K’ could extend his gloved right hand, the girl’s hair glowed blue and she froze the dart in mid-air. Kula Diamond nonchalantly picked the dart up and tossed it back to K’ as if nothing had happened, and then knelt in front of the mini- fridge in the corner of the room.

"It’s so hot! Do we have any popsicles?”

"How would I know?"

K' spat out an annoyed response as he looked over the frozen dart.

"Princess, you can enjoy your youth all you want, but be careful of bad men, okay? There are plenty of people who want to catch us.”

For a while, they were forced to flee from Heidern and other international security outfits because they were classified as terrorists—remnants of NESTS. However, after cooperating with Heidern, their wanted status was cleared (of course, if you looked deeper, it was obvious that they weren't exactly law- abiding citizens). Despite this, it wasn't as if they were completely free of worry. A number of groups were still hunting them.

"After all, our bodies aren't exactly stock."

Maxima looked up from his book and shrugged his shoulders.

"There are plenty of folks out there who want to become the second NESTS. In those guys' eyes, we're--"

"I don't care about that!"

Kula slammed the fridge door shut and spun around to face Maxima. She was definitely in a bad mood.

"Uncle, there's nothing in the freezer!"

"We got ice, right?"

Maxima raised his glass filled with whiskey on the rocks. As a cyborg, Maxima never really gets drunk, but he does drink occasionally for the taste.

"I don't want plain ice! I want popsicles, sherbet, that kinda stuff!"

"Oh... Nothing's left?"

"Nothing! It's all gone!"

"Just shut up, you brat..."

K' was already bored with playing darts, and had put his legs on the arm of the sofa to take a siesta. The way he lived, not moving or doing anything he felt was pointless, emulated that of a beast of prey.

Kula glared at K'.

"Did you eat my popsicles, K'?"

"Are you stupid?*Why the hell would I eat that sweet crap?"

K' looked at the girl through his sunglasses and clicked his tongue.

"If you're gonna accuse someone, look over that way."

"Huh?"

Kula's icy gaze shifted towards Maxima. Maxima tossed his book and raised both his hands in mock protest.

"I swear, I didn't eat them."

"Then Why aren't there any left?"

"I don't know.Maybe you ate them all."

"I didn't eat all of them! I'm sure of it!"

"Well, they're gone, so there isn't exactly much I can do about that..."

"Fine then! I'm going to get more!"

With her cheeks defiantly puffed up, Kula pulled out her cell phone and began pressing the keys as she left.

"...Hey."

Still lying down, K' lifted his sunglasses and looked toward Maxima. ’

"You giving that kid an allowance?"

"Me? Of course not. If I gave her any money, it’d just turn into ice cream."

"Then what the hell's she planning to do? She's not gonna rob an ice cream truck, is she?"

"She wouldn’t do anything like that. ...But, if you're THAT worried, why don't you go with her?"

"Yeah, right. All she does is rummage through the junkyard all day. What the hell is fun about that?"

"It’s important to her. She's looking for parts. Watching over her is our role as adults, right?"

"That ain't my role. You can do that crap."

With that, K' turned his back to Maxima.

After K' turned over 13 times and Maxima had finished reading his book, wobbling footsteps from the underground stairway were heard.

"...What the?"

After taking a sip of the watereddown alcohol, Maxima stood up.

"Phew!"

Kula returned carrying a huge polystyrene box.

"Yo, where'd you get that?"

"A delivery man just delivered it to me!" :

"What!"

K' sat upright and looked at Maxima. There were only a handful of people who knew that they were hiding out in the

underground room of this abandoned scrapyard. Even fewer would know to address a package to Kula.

K' then had a realization and laid back down.

"...lt's probably those giant women."

"Nope! It's not from Diana or Foxy."

"What? Then who--"

"Yay!"

Kula tore through the packaging and started devouring a bucket of ice cream.

Looking into thebox, Maxima put a hand on his chin and gave a whistle of admiration.

"Whoa man, that's top-class Belgium chocolate ice cream... This one's French, Italian gelato... This is all primo stuff."

"Hey."

K’ picked up the polystyrene lid and tossed it to Maxima.

"The address is from some department store... But take a look at the sender's name."

"The sender...?"

Maxima's eyes flew open with shock as he read the name. At that precise moment, the cell phone on the table rang. K' put his sunglasses in his pocket and answered the phone grumpily.

"...Who the hell are you?"

"That's not how you should greet someone. It's me, remember?"

"You old ass...!"

Hearing the old man's voice set K' on edge.

"How'd you get this number?"

"Well, you know, stuff happens. ...Oh yes, I sent a package the other day; did you get it?"

”So it WAS you."

K' glowered at Kula, who was lost in her ice cream bliss, and raised his voice.

"Whaddya want? What're you scheming?"

"Scheming? That makes it sound sinister. I was just—"

"Listen, old man, I'm not entering KOF."

K' interrupted Chin Gentsai and yelled with finality.

"I'm not going to get baited by your ploy just to get slammed with consequences, like last time!"

"Hrm... This is quite a pickle."

"Yeah, well that's your problem. I don't give a damn."

"Hey, K'."

Maxima beckoned K' over to the PC he was sitting at.

"...What?"

"That call's from Master Chin, right?"

"Master my ass. Guy’s as dried up as beef jerky..."

"Just look at this."

"What?"

K' glanced at the monitor and suddenly kicked the door.

"You damn living fossil...! Don't go using MY name! That's identity theft!"

"What are you talking about? I don't understand what you're saying."

"Don't try to act stupid! You entered our names into KOF without our permission!"

"Er, I’m sorry, but that wasn't me."

"Yeah, right! Who else Would do something this stupid!?"

"Oh! Me, me! I did that!"

"WHATI?"

Hearing Kula's admission, K' almost dropped the cell phone.

“W-Wait, YOU entered us into KOF, princess!?”

"Yep. He said he would give me ice cream if I did."

"Who said?"

"That old man."

Maxima buried his head into his palms.

"That old man got us..."

"See? Is the misunderstanding all cleared up now?"

"Why you... When did you convert her...?”

"Ho ho ho... She and I are cell phone buddies. Jealous?"

"Shut up, you leathery sack of bones!"

In a rage, K' crushed the cell phone in his hand and plopped onto the sofa.

"...So, what're we gonna do, K'?"

"What else? we're gonna ignore the hell outta it."

Her mouth stillsticky from the ice cream, Kula protested.

"You can't do that! I made him a promise, so we can't ignore him! You can't break promises!"

"YOU promised. I didn't promise. He didn't promise. This is your mess!"

"Fine then! I'll call Seirah and form a team with Uncle! You can sit here and starve to death!"

Kula piled all the other ice cream buckets in the freezer, and left the room in a pout with her half-eaten bucket of ice cream.

Maxima let out a sigh as he saw her storm off.

"Well, well... I didn't think we would get ourselves outwitted like that. I guess we shoulda checked her cell phone, huh?"

"The heck you talking about? We haven't been outwitted. We're just gonna ignore this.”

"And you just saw how well she's gonna take that, right?"

"You're honestly suggesting that we play along with this crap? You must really have a lotta time on your hands."

“As a matter of fact, I do. ...Well, I can’t just let her go alone, but there is something else.”

"...What's that?"

"I'm interested... I want to see how this mess all plays out. I guess you could say I'm rubbernecking.”

"...Well, aren't you just Mr. Curious."

"Now then... I'll be off to go and amuse the princess."

Maxima's chair creaked as he stood up. As he ducked to step through the door, K' mumbled under his breath.

"...Try and make sure that I don't have to take a turn."

"......"

A grin appeared on Maxima's face and he stifled a laugh as he looked back at K'.

"Roger. ...I’m sure we can handle it by ourselves."

"Shut up. Hurry up and go."

K’ chucked the remains of the cell phone and lay down on the sofa, turning his back toward Maxima.

There wasn't anything K' hated more than KOF.

Team Japan
As summer drew near in the northern hemisphere, the southern hemisphere was about to catch its last glimpses of

autumn. And even faster than the new season’s arrival, a young man was traveling the world. But his journey would soon come to an end.

Nearby a man plied his craft on a bandoneon and cranked out an Argentine tango that was heard in this back alley.

The fact that he'd been in this country for over a month but had not yet learned a single step meant that Benimaru would surely mock him, but the young man didn't come here for dance lessons.

He whistled along with the music and made his way up the neon-hued back alley with a hand jammed in the pocket of his leather iacket.

Then... The young man suddenly jumped back.

"............."

He dropped the knapsack slung over his shoulder and raised his fists.

A thin red line of blood materialized on his cheek.

"....Who are you guys?"

The young man called out in a low voice as he stood seemingly poised to attack the darkness.

"...Kyo Kusanagi, I presume?"

A tall and slim youth with a mushroom cut emerged from the shadows and adressed the target of his attack with an air of arrogance. Along With him was a short bob-haired girl who huddled unusually close. Both of them had sickly pale skin that stood in stark contrast with their unnaturally dark eyes.

"I recognize this feeling."

As he looked at the two, the young man—Kyo Kusanagi—gently pressed the wound on his cheek.

"...You're part of that whatever group, huh? What the hell do you want with me?"

".........."

The young man did not answer Kyo's question, but sat there and toyed with some sort of string. Kyo squinted to see what the young boy was playing with.

It was a black leather eyepatch.

When he realized what the item was, the image of a certain one-eyed mercenary veteran immediately appeared in Kyo's mind.

If that eyepatch was from where Kyo thought it was, then this young man must be very skilled. The boy's build was much too thin to be that of a martial artist, but Kyo had fought enough to know that his frail, slight body could still hold some extraordinary power.

"I see, so you're not just a sewer rat. ...Still, what business do you have with me? If you're just gonna stay silent, then get outta my way"

"Heh. You're full of energy, but that's it."

The young boy mockingly put the eyepatch on his right eye and pointed at Kyo with his right hand.

"...This is the first time we've met, but it seems I miscalculated you, Kyo Kusanagi. I didn't think the successor to the sword was this weak."

The boy and girl shared a laugh after gesturing at the cut they gave Kyo with their surprise attack. Kyo didn't show any anger in response to their taunts. Instead, he smiled.

"You're about 100 years too young to be talking smack to me, kid."

"What--"

"Seriously? You haven't noticed yet?"

Now it was Kyo who pointed at the young man. Around his chest, the summer sweater he was wearing had turned to

white ash.

".............."

The look on the the boy’s face tensed up in shock. He now realized that the moment he attacked, Kyo not only dodged, but let out an immensely accurate counter-attack. More importantly, he realized that if Kyo was serious, he likely wouldn't be alive to have this conversation...

The tone of contempt had now completely disappeared from the boy's voice.

"...So now I've miscalculated you twice. You are better than I thought."

"I'm glad that you can see that now."

Kyo rolled his neck and smiled.

"Then, I guess it's my turn!"

"Wait."

The moment before Kyo started to close the gap, the boy tossed Kyo an object.

"....?"

A confused look made its way across Kyo's face. A white envelope'bearing a red seal with the letter "R" pressed into it... This object was familiar to him.

"...Why do you have this?"

"We wanted to make sure you showed up, so we came to hand you this invitation personally. ...But of course, it seems like this was an unnecessary precaution."

With that, the mushroom-haired youth and his silent partner backed away.

"I gave you the invitation, Kyo Kusanagi. The guy you're looking for will most likely be there. ...We'll see how you do."

"You just shutup.”

As the two disappeared into the darkness, Kyo stared at the invitation. He didn't need to break the seal; he knew what was written inside.

Kyo stuffed the envelope in his knapsack and smiled.

"Well, as long as it'll get me fired up. I’m gonna beat that punk to a pulp."

While he waited for the light, Benimaru started up a conversation with Kyo.

"So, you going to visit Shingo at the hospital?"

"There's no need for that."

"How about Chizuru? I heard Yagami visited her."

"There's definitely no need for that."

Kyo stifled a yawn after he bluntly ended the conversation. Just an hour before, Benimaru and Daimon were reunited with Kyo Kusanagi at the airport. For better or for worse, he was the same as before: standoffish and childish. He left the country to train, but it seems that the only thing that he improved was his physique. Benimaru made eye contact with Goro Daimon through the back mirror and shot him a knowing smile

"....What?"

Kyo shot Benimaru a cold glance from the side.

"What do you mean, 'What?"'

"You just laughed, didn't you?"

"No I didn’t."

"...Hmph."

As Kyo reclined the passenger seat back, he gazed out the window.

"...Hey Daimon."

"What is it, Kyo?"

"What about your job?"

"I am always a judoka. You don't have to worry about me."

As Benimaru stepped on the accelerator, he chimed in.

"Goro here is taking a break from his teaching duties until the tournament is over."

"Hmmm. So I guess you can't lose, for the sake of your students reputations."

"Of course I won't. ...It's the same for you, right? None of us can accept being defeated here." .

"...Yeah."

Greenery zoomed by in a blur in Kyo's view. Kyo smiled weakly.

"...Hey, Benimaru, Daimon."

"What?"

"It's a bit late to be asking, but are you sure?"

"About what?"

"About entering this tournament. I don’t know who's holding it, but the guys pulling the strings are those punks."

Those From the Distant Land-Benimaru and Daimon had both have encountered the group in the previous tournaments. They are quite aware of this group's capabilities. Neither Benimaru nor Daimon so much as flinched.

"Well, I figured as much."

Benimaru said as he smiled coolly.

"The stronger they are, the more fun the fight will be."

With his huge arms folded, Daimon gave a big smile.

"...It WAS a bit late, wasn't it?"

"Hrm‘. Late it is."

"Shut up."

Kyo closed his eyes and sulked. When the young man returned to his homeland, the northern hemisphere was definitely in the heart of summer.

The summer heat was warming up their spirits. The same friends, the same summer, and maybe that man will

be...

That was all it took to start Kyo's fire burning.