The Bizzare Korean Team
Choi Bonge, Kim Kapphan,Chan Kohan
This is the story on how the Korean Team ended up entering the KOF '97
Tournament.
I got the storyline directly from the KOF '97 Soundtrack CD, so I believe it's as
accurate as one can get.
Again, translations are all done by me.
ENJOY!
The Story
Chan: ".........yeah, Mista Kim's a real good guy. He thinks seriously of guys like us..."
Choi: "Yes, yes. It's hard to find men like Mista Kim these days..."
In front of a TV camera, the massive Chan and petit Choi seemed uncharacteristically tense.
Behind the camera stood their
master.
What happened to them after last year's tournament is as follows. Kim decided that they
haven't been taught well enough,
and the light of freedom quickly diminished into the distance for the two convicts.
And one day while they were going through their daily training, the story begins.
Choi: "Fu...how long has it been since we came here, Mista Chan?"
Chan: "I remember you saying that last year, too, Choi..."
Chan, Choi: "Fu~...."
The two sighed heavily while going through the hard training menu they have been repeatedly
practiced this past few years.
Choi: "First of all, this is all because of you, Mista Chan...if you didn't say that right before we
were free..."
Chan: "I didn't think Kim would hear us, and you agreed and laughed with me, too!"
Choi: "That was..."
Kim: "Hey, quit babbling, you two, and do your training! ....I'm sorry, and where were we...?"
Kim was talking with an unfamiliar man while his students toiled.
Chan: "Who's that dude talkin' with Kim anyway?"
Choi: "I have no idea."
Chan: "It's so unusual to have visitors around, ya know..."
Choi: "Yes it is."
The two resumed their work out thinking the conversation between the man and their master
has nothing to do with them.
But Kim called out to them unexpectedly.
Kim: "Hey, Chan, Choi, come here for a minute!"
Chan: "Wha..?"
Choi: "What?"
Having no idea why they were summoned, the students ran to Kim's side.
Chan: "What is it, Mista Kim?"
Choi: "What is it??"
Kim: "Let me introduce you to our visitor. He's from the national TV studios."
The man bowed lightly to the two puzzled students.
Chan, Choi: "?"
man: "Nice to meet you. I assume you're Mister Chan and Mister Choi?"
Chan, Choi: "Uh, yeah..."
man: "We examined you two, who entered the King of Fighters arena as the warriors of our
country and showing the strength
of Tae Kwon Do to the world. we were thinking of doing a documentary program on
'Reform', and with the help of Mister
Kim here, we are going to tape and document you two for the next two months for a TV
show."
Chan, Choi: "Wha...WHA~~~~T!?"
Kim: "I thought of declining to offer too, but he has convinced me that perhapse by being on
national TV, we might possitively
infuence the people by setting an example. I can also show how magnificent Tae Kwon Do is
at the same time."
Chan: "But Mista Kim...."
Kim: "Hm!?"
Chan tried to debate, but was greeted only by Kim's glare.
Choi: "No matter what we protest, there's no use."
Chan: "But.."
Choi: "If Mista Kim gets in a bad mood, it's hard to work with him, you know..."
Kim: "What are you two mumbling about?"
Choi: "No, nothing, sir."
Kim: "Also, the King of Fighters will be held this year again, and because of the nature of the
TV program, we will be entering."
Chan, Choi: "Huh..."
As if they gave up, the two was no longer suprised at anything.
man: "As the result of your training, we would like to tape your matches in the tournament."
Kim: "So that's the story. Try not to be rude to them, alright?"
Chan, Choi: "Y, yes sir."
And so, this strange trio was surrounded by TV staff personnel now.
Kim: "Yes, that's right. There's no person that's evil from the beginning. That's what I want
people to understand...."
After the brief interview of Chan and Choi, Kim took their place, and now is making a
passionate speech about his
phylosophy.
Chan and Choi, by this time, were sitting a distance away, in the corner of the room.
Choi: "Hey, Mista Chan, I've been thinkin' about this for a while, but this might be our
chance."
Chan: "Which means?"
Choi: "Even Mista Kim wouldn't be able to say 'I couldn't reform them' after being on TV."
Chan: "Yeah?"
Choi: "Plus, if we actually win the King of Fighters..."
Chan: "If we win, we can get our freedom for sure."
Choi: "Well, that's the normal solution that people will come up with. Plus, since we're
'reformed', we have the bonus of walking
in broad day light without disgrace."
Chan: "Hmm...but ya know, we can't do bad things if that happens..."
Choi: "So, this is what I came up. After winning, we'll tell Mista Kim that 'we need some
money to start fresh', and get all the
prize money. And with that money, we can get out to another country."
Chan: "Havin' fun internationally, huh?"
Choi: "Yup. Of course, this is under the assumption that he doesn't find out, but..."
Chan: "I know. I'll never mess up again."
Choi: "And if things get a little too messy in one country, we can alway go to the next. It'll be
a bit hard to catch us like that."
Chan: "I see. And we'll NEVER have to see Kim's face again!"
Chan, Choi: "Hmm...fufufufufu..."
It seems like Kim has finished his speech, and the staff were bustling.
Kim: "Hey, Chan, Choi! We'll begin our training now, so get ready and come over here!"
Chan: "Mista Kim's callin' us."
Choi: "Then, let's do our best!"
Chan: "Yeah, until we win!"
Leona answered as if nothing happened. Ralf looked at Clark and shrugged.
END
Ryuji Yamazaki, Blue Mary, Billy Kane
This is the story on how the '97 Special Team ended up entering the KOF '97
Tournament.
I got the storyline directly from the KOF '97 Soundtrack CD, so I believe it's as
accurate as one can get.
Again, translations are all done by me.
ENJOY!
The Story
The story begins at Geese Tower, where South Town could be seen in 1 view. Geese stared
out the window that pictured
the familiar landscape, sitting deeply in his chair. Knocks interupted his meditation.
Geese: "Come in."
Billy: "Yes, sir."
Geese slowly turned towards Billy Kane, who walked in.
Billy: "Did you call for me, sir?"
Geese pulled out an envelope from his desk and threw it to Billy.
Geese: "Read this."
Billy examined the content.
Billy: "Hmm, so there's gonna be another King of Fighters this year, I see."
Geese: "So it is. Though there was some 'accidents' during the finals of the last tournament,
the KOF did end in success. I see
the sponsors want the 'nectar' that came with the tournament again."
Billy: "You're entering, sir?"
Geese: "I'm thinking of declining this time. I'm not that bored, you know."
Billy: "Then..."
Geese: "I think you've figured things out by now. I want you to enter the King of Fighters in
my place this year. There's a man
I'm interested among the contestants..."
Billy: "Of course, sir. I will gladly accept this offer. And, the man is? Terry Bogard?"
Geese: "No. It's Iori Yagami. To be more accurate, I'm interested in the powers that lie within
him."
The painful flashbacks sparked in Billy's mind. He barely manages to kill his burning hatred
from showing.
Billy: "Yagami....Iori! But the power he possesses is that of the Orochi....and a very abnormal
one! Why be interested in such a
thing now? I though you've given up on the Orochi powers."
Geese: "The power he possess, it may be said it's abnormal. But the strength he showed in his
lunacy last year, that surpasses
the Orochi power I've been looking for! The man that openly accepts the overwhelming power
of the Orochi...he might be of
some use."
Billy: "Because of his mixed blood...I understand now. But I hope you understand the little
grudge I have against that bastard.
Did you have that in mind when you assigned this mission to me? If that's so...I'll kill him."
Geese: "Do as you like. If he dies here, that's all he was worth in the first place."
Billy: "Thank you sir. And who shall I team up with?"
Geese's eyes gleamed at Billy.
Geese: "The first one is Yamazaki Ryuji. The other will be Blue Mary."
Billy: "Yamazaki and Blue Mary? That's kind of...."
Geese: "I have some interests in Yamazaki, too...but you don't have to worry about him. I've
told Blue Mary to do that part
through a dummy company. She'll do the dirty work for you. All you have to do is
concentrate on Yagami."
Billy: "What does Yamazaki interests you for...?"
Geese: "Hmph, you'll see when you meet him. We know where he is now. Before you leave,
ask Hopper for the details."
Billy: "Yes, sir. I'm on my way..."
With that, Billy exited the room. Geese shifted his focus back to the window.
Geese: "This tournament's gonna be interesting, too..."
The scene shifts to a Dojo. A man stood at the center of the building, surrounded by men in
the Dogi uniforms. Billy calmly
watched them from outside.
Billy: (They've started already..)
At once, the men rushed towards the mand at the center.
Billy: (That's not good...with moves like that, they'll fall into the trap...)
Two of the men are tossed into the air.
Billy: (Of the Serpent Keeper, that is...)
Painful sounds fill the room. The dogi-men are piled into a stack as the man that was at the
center emerges unharmed.
Billy: (Yamazaki Ryuji, eh? I still don't know what attracts Master Geese's attention to him.)
Billy Stared hard at the pimp. A man pulls himself from the pile, and jumped onto Yamazaki.
man: "What is your purpose for this assault...wha!??"
A grin crawled from Yamazaki's lips. A knife was drilled into the man's torso. Billy silently
watched.
Billy: (No matter how I look at him, he's just an abnoxious punk!)
man: "...that's..un.fair...."
Yamazaki continued to smile with glee.
Yamazaki: "Unfair? Hey, we're not playing sports, ya know. I was in for a brawl from the
beginning..."
Yamazaki twisted the knife to drive it further into the man's body. The man moaned under his
breath.
Yamazaki: "....game over."
The man collapsed to the floor. Yamazaki clicked the blade back into the handle, and shoved
the knife back into his jacket.
He suddenly feels someone entering the Dojo.
Yamazaki: "Well, if it isn't one of Geese's dogs! What do you want?"
Billy: "Seems like you had a party in here. You must be pretty bored or something."
Yamazaki: "I have no idea what you're talkin' about. Are you saying you wanna be like this
too?"
Billy: "Ha! Don't be joking around, chap! Me, losing to you? THAT will never happen.
Wanna bet on it?"
Yamazaki: "So you're really here to pick a fight with me?"
Billy: "Well, just listen to me then. I'm not here for a good ol' brawl. It's business I'm here
for."
Yamazaki: "Business? With you?"
Billy: "You've heard about the King of Fighters. Enter it and win. That's all."
Yamazaki: "King of Fighters? Hmph, that fighting tournament for wimps? Not interested, pal.
Go ask someone el..!?"
Something tangled around Yamazaki's legs. The man, covered in his own blood, was grabbing
Yamazaki. Yamazaki's face
twisted into a cruel smile.
Yamazaki: "Hahaha....That's.what.I.like.in.a.fight!!"
A spray of blood splashed the room the next moment. Yamazaki howled with laughter,
seemingly on the ferge of insanity. A
cols sensation crawled down Billy's spine.
Billy: (What!? A "ki" that I've never felt from Yamazaki before!?)
The lines of Geese ring in his head.
Geese:"Hmph, you'll see when you meet him...."
Billy: (Now I see...!)
Yamazaki: "How much is it."
Billy was caugh off guard by Yamazaki's sudden reply.
Billy: "Huh?"
Yamazaki: "How much is this job of yours? I've changed my mind...I'll enter the KOF!"
Billy: "Double the amount of the prize money."
Yamazaki: "You've got a deal. Just don't forget it..."
Yamazaki leaves the Dojo. A woman entered the room as Billy stood in thoughts.
Mary: "Sound like fun. Mind if I join?"
Billy: "You. What are you up to?"
Mary: "Nothing...just had my net out to see if I could kill time..."
Billy: "And we got caught in that net, I see?"
Mary: "That's right."
Billy: "Hmph, why not. Now there's three, and we can be eligible for the entry anyway. Do as
you please..."
Billy walked towards the doorway. Mary whispered into his ear as he walked passed her.
Mary: "Thanks. I'll do that."
As Billy came to the streets, a car stopped in front of him. The door opened, and Billy slid
into the car. Sitting on the velvet
rear seat, Billy closed his eyes.
Billy: "Hmph, all is going well. I can't believe this...I'm getting excited! Wait for me, Yagami.
I'll get you, no matter what!!"
Back at the Dojo. Mary stared at the pile of men.
Mary: "Quite impressive....any how, I've made contact with the target. But something's
strange about this assignment. I think I
should check out the client before Yamazaki...!"
END
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The Story
The scene opens at a Live House. A group of youths are practicing their instruments. During
the intermission of the song, the
tallest man's guitar solo comes to a climax. Then suddenly, he abruptly stops his guitar.
Yashiro: "Stop, stop."
"Not again," one of the band members whispered, and some of them walk off the stage. After
watching them walk out the
door, a boy fixes his eyes on Yashiro.
Chris: "I thought that was pretty good. But I guess YOU didn't like it...Argh!"
A girl walks up from behind, and scrunches Chris' soft hair.
Shermie: "Something's missing. Right, leader?"
Without answering to Shermie's sarcastic question, Yashiro sits heavily on the counter.
Chris: "I don't understand what's missing. That was decent."
Shermie: "If you only consider the song, yes. But I don't that's what is bothering him."
Chris: "Something else?"
Shermie: "Don't you remember? You know, a couple of days ago..."
Chris: "A couple of days ago??"
Shermie: "About the other Live House..."
Chris: "Ah, that they cancelled our performance?"
Shermie: "Yeah. He's acting pretty strangely since that. I've heard that it's possible that when
similar-style bands come to book
for a date close to each other, the place'll take the one that's more well known. But being
ousted out by the same band so often
as this? This is strange."
Chris: "Uh, what was his name? That..."
Shermie: "Yeah, I forgot the name too, the one with the red hair..."
Chris: "Uh-huh, something like that. But we do't have tow months 'til our Live Concert."
Shermie: "Yes, you're right."
Sitting on the counter next to Yashiro, who's staring into space, Shermie turns on the TV. A
commercial for the King of
Fighters Tournament comes to the screen.
Shermie: "K.O.F? King of Fighters..."
Shifting his attention to the TV, Yashiro looks up.
Yashiro: "What's this?"
Shermie: "I have no clue. Hey, what's this?"
Shermie passes the question to Chris, who is now scarffing down some ice cream. Without
looking up at the two, Chris
continues at the ice cream.
Chris: "I heard it's a Martial Arts tournament. They had the preliminary rounds on last week."
Yashiro: "So, can anyone enter this Martial Arts tournament?"
Chris: "I guess whoever is confident enough can..."
Yashiro: "Really...!"
The introduction to each of the entering fighters begin. Kusanagi Kyo, and then a young man
with red hair appears on the
screen.
Shermie: "!..Hey, Chris!"
Chris approaches the counter with his pint of ice cream.
Chris: "Ah, it's him! Heh, he's entering the tournament, too."
Shermie: "I wonder if it's really him?"
Chris: "I guess so. There's not that many of one of these. (gesturing at the man on the screen)"
Glaring at the TV, Yashiro bites his finger nail.
Yashiro: "So there's that bastard!"
Shermie: "Guess he's more than just a band member. Really, you can't judge a person by his
looks!"
Yashiro: "...Let's enter this."
ChrisShermie: "Huh?"
Yashiro: "Well, I thought we could enter."
Shermie: "Enter? THIS??"
Yashiro: "Sure, it sound...fun. Let's enter this tournament."
Shermie: "Are you serious?"
With a confused expression, Shermie stared at Yashiro.
Yashiro: "Dead serious. I'm gonna give back all the humiliation we've experienced to him at
the tournament."
Realizing what's on his mind, Shermie's confused face is now caked with an enlightened smile.
Shermie: "This...might actually be fun."
Chris: "Yeah, but the preliminaries are over now. We can't."
"That's right", Shermie thinks as she shrugs. Staring hard at the monitor, Yashiro slowly
speaks.
Yashiro: "I have a plan."
Again confused, Shermie looks at Chris for an explaination. Chris shrugs with no answer to
her.
The story moves to the Slums of America. Yashiro is facing a man in an alleyway, towered by
brick walls. It seems to have
been quite a while since this brawl began, but contrary to Yashiro, who is standing casually,
the man has fallen to his knees.
Behind them, Shermie and Chris lean on the walls, watching them.
Chris: "So how'd it go?"
Shermie: "He was kind of scary looking, but...it went pretty good. But who would think of
fighting against a seed-team to get
the invitations, anyway?"
Chris: "Once he says it, there's no way for us to talk him out, you know."
Shermie: "I can't believe him!"
Chris: "But, you though it would be fun, too. Didn't you, Shermie?"
Shermie: "You talk like you know what you're talking about, kid. ...They're almost done."
The man finally stands up. Yashiro stares calmly at him.
Yashiro: "You've had enough...I'll count to 3. Leave your invitation and get out of here."
man: "...why you..."
Yashiro: "One."
Glancing at each other, Chris and Shermie starts giggling.
Yashiro: "Two."
Unfolding his arms from his chest, Yashiro stares down at the man with chilling eyes. The man
cringes.
man: (Come on! I still have a trick up my sleeve...)
Yashiro: "Three!"
Watching Yashiro dashing towards him, the man moves into his special technique gesture.
man: "I got you now! Hellbou...what!?"
Yashiro was already only a couple of feet away from the man. With a crooked smile, he dove
into the the man's chest. The
world seemed to spin around him as Yashiro flung the man high with one hand, efortlessly.
Yashiro: "I can't believe you were actually entering that tournament with pathetic techniques
like that. I guess that was literally
luck."
man: "Who the hell...are you!?"
Yashiro: "Nanakase Style Bushinkan Karate, Nanakase Yashiro. It's not gonna be Kusanagi or
Bogard or Kyokugen-Style
that's gonna prove true strength at this year's King of Fighters. Nanakase Yashiro, it's gonna
be me."
man: "Nanakase..Yashi..ro..."
The man is tossed into the air. He doesn't seem he can get up. Slowly picking up the KOF
invitation on the ground, Yashiro
turns to Chris and Shermie.
Yashiro: "When did you come?"
Shermie: "A minute ago. But you really do thing the hard way, don't you. I can't believe we're
doing this!"
Yashiro: "You know me."
Shermie: "But why America? We could've done this in Japan, you know?"
Yashiro: "If I'm gonna pulverize him anyway, I though I should do in with style.
Internationally. The reason I chose this block is
simply because the fighters here were weak to diserve the invitation. That's all. By the way,
how'd you two do?"
The two pulled out the KOF invitations from their pockets and waved it at him.
Chris: "Now we have all 3."
Yashiro smiled, and started to walk out of the alley. Chris follows.
Shermie: "Hey!"
Yashiro: "?"
Shermie: "Is that Nanakase Style Bushinkan Karate stuff true?"
Yashiro winked and stuck his tongue out at her.
Yashiro: "It's a lie!"
Shermie: ".......!!"
All Shermie could do was shiver her shoulders, trying to kill her laughter.
Iori Yagami
This is the story on how Iori ended up entering the KOF '97 Tournament.
I got the storyline directly from the KOF '97 Soundtrack CD, so I believe it's as
accurate as one can get.
Again, translations are all done by me.
ENJOY!
The Story
In the bustling city in which the rain was pouring with no mercy, a man silently walked,
without an umbrella. Red hair, Red
jeans...any one could see that he was a member of some kind of band. But there was
something to the man that words can not
describe. The aura that envelops him was more different from others. Though he was soaking
wet, the man's eyes gleamed
brightly. What do those eyes, shining so mysteriously, see in the crowd...?
The young man abrupltly stopped in front of a large TV in a show-window.
announce: "The annual King of Fighters 1997 will have the following fighters to battle it
out..."
man: "....."
The heavy feet started to walk away.
announce: "Kusanagi Kyo, Nikaidou Benimaru, and Daimon Goro will make up the Japan
team. And as a special seed fighter,
Yagami Iori will also..."
man: "!?"
Hearing his name unexpectedly announced over national television, the man grinned.
Iori: "Hmph, Kagura, it's that woman's handiwork... So, Kyo...you're entering that
meaningless tournament again..."
Whispering to himself in the cold rain, the man slowly walked into the night...
The chaotic hate within his chest tightens on Iori's heart. Ecstatic pain rush through his body.
Hate Hate Hate....
Iori: "Ungh...."
Iori groaned in the night. Laughter filled his ears, ringing narcoticly.
Iori: "Who is it.."
voice: "It seems you still haven't defeated Kyo yet, Iori..."
Bright eyes gleamed at him from the shadows.
Iori: "Hmph, so it's you."
Something slithered toward Iori, and lingered around his feet.
Two women. Familiar faces. They crawled on the floor naked, curving like serpents.
Iori: "Zombies...."
Mature: "Haha...If you fall so easily, You'll never conquer Kyo..."
Iori: "SHUT UP!!"
Purple flames slid across the ground. But they passed through the female shadows.
Vice: "Hahaha..See you later, Iori, dear...that time will be..."
The mysterious figures melted into the dark.
Iori: "Ha...hahaha...Kyo! Because of you, I can see demons now!"
The lonely man shouted.
Iori: "KYO-----!!!"
The man jumped up from his shallow slumber. Beads of sweat rolled down his face as he
panted heavily. He franticly
looked around. An empty room. The room had nothing but the bed. The vacant space that
occupies him...
Iori: "A dream..? !!"
Iori coughed violently. When he glanced at the hand that covered his dry lips, he found blood.
Not even bothering to wipe
off the blood, Iori sank back into the hard bed. He blankly stared at the ceiling.
Iori: "Hm, Kyo. Yours, and my destiny...who will fall first..."
A twisted grin crawled over his thin lips.
Iori: "Fhahahahahaha!! Kyo! Your voice! Your face! Above anything! That's right, above
anyone in this world! The thing I hate
in this world is YOU!! Kyo!! My dream is one! It is to kill you!! Hahahaha!!!"
The man laughed. His sorrowful laughter overflowed in the dark room, and echoed.
The Story
Shingo: "I bought the sandwiches for you!"
It was lunch break at the highschool. There was a man in the garden by the buildings, where
no one can see. Shingo,
carrying a paperbag full of sandwiches and bread, ran up to the man who was sleeping, leaning
on the tree in the garden whose
leaves had already fallen.
Shingo: "Um, today I bought a Yakisoba-pan (chow-mien sandwich) and a chocolate roll."
Man: "N-n...ok..."
Shingo: "And here's the coffee-milk. I'll set over here."
Man: "Sure..."
It has already been three months since Shingo has visited here with the sandwiches.
Man: "Okay, I told you I'll teach a new move from today..."
The man pulled the yakisoba-pan from the paper bag, and munched on it. He slowly stood up,
and faced the tree he was
leaning on. Backing away from the tree a little, the man shifted into a fighting stance.
Man: "I'm only doing this once..."
Shingo: "Yes, sir!!"
Suddenly, the man thursted a low body blow to the tree.
Man: "Your body's open!"
Booom....!
The tree shook violently. If examined closely, the tree had numerous dents, bend, cuts, and
gouges, and parts of them were
black. As if it was burned. Perhaps the reason why this tree alone stands barren is because it's
been the sandbag for these
abusive lectures.
Shingo: "Ah, this is the move "Aragami", right!?"
Man: "Hmm, so little Shingo's done his studying.."
Shingo: "Sure! I saw this on TV last year! This is the move you used in the semi-finals to
defeat Sie Kensou!"
Man: (Even I don't remember that far...)
Shingo: "Uh..so, it goes like this...then this...."
Shingo tried to recure the man's movements in his mind, and remember it.
Shingo: "But yesterday, I though you said 'next will be the R.E.D (Rainbow Energy
Dynamite) Kick!!', or something like that..."
Man: "Did I say that?"
Shingo: "Of course, I don't mind. So, what 'number' is Aragami?"
Man: "N-, one hundred...fif...teen."
Shingo: "I thought that was Dokukami...?"
Man: "Yeah, you're right. Then it's a hundred and fourteen."
Shingo: "Don't mistake your own moves' names, Kusanagi-san!"
Though Shingo acted upset, he was having the time of his life.
Shingo: "Okay, one..hendred...four..teen. There!"
After jotting the name of his new move in his student handbook, Shingo moved into a fighting
stance, and gestured the
move.
Shingo: "Is it like this?"
Kyo: "O, that's pretty good. Kinda like that."
Shingo: "Ah, really!? Thank you very much, Kusanagi-san!! And of course, I need the flames
at the end, right?"
Kyo: "'Flames', huh..."
Shingo: "I've never got those flames to come out, bur somehow I think I can do it with this
move, unlike the others. I can feel
it!"
Kyo: (I really don't think so.)
Shingo: "So until I can summon the flame like you, I'm gonna practice hard!"
Kyo: "Yup, you can do it. Practice hard. I'm going back to the class rooms now."
Kyo started to chew on the other piece of bread that Shingo brought, and walked towards the
school buildings.
Shingo: "Thank you very much, Kusanagi-san!!"
Bowing his head low, Shingo watched his "teacher" leave.
Kyo: (He remembers well, but...)
Without turning back at Shingo, Kyo waved his hand at him as he turned the corner.
Kyo: "See ya, Keep up the hard work!"
After seeing Kyo disappear from his sight, Shingo began to practice the move he just saw.
Shingo: "Okay!! I'm gonna master the Aragami technique!"
By the way, there was no connection between these two other than being " the upper
classman and lower classman of the
same school". But a couple of months ago, a boy named "Shingo Yabuki" suddenly walked
into Kyo's life....
Shingo: "Are you Mister Kusanagi Kyo?"
Kyo: "Yeah, that's me...but who are you?"
Shingo: "My name is Yabuki Shingo of the junior class. Kusanagi-san! Teach me your fighting
techniques! Please!!"
Kyo: "Wha..??"
That was their first encounter. It seems that he saw Kyo on TV during the "KOF '96", and
became Shingo's role model. At
first, Kyo lightly declined Shingo's requests, but finally gave up and ended up teaching Shingo
the Kusanagi Techniques. But
even if Kyo teaches him, Shingo, who isn't a blood-kin of the Kusanagi Clan, has no chance in
summoning the crimson flames.
So, even the Aragami that Shingo learned today ends up being a normal body blow. But even
so, watching Shingo practice so
diligently, Kyo taught him with amusement (and uses him as a "servant" at school ^_^;).
Shingo: "It went like this...then this..."
Being used to learning the techniques like this, Shingo's moves were deft, despite only
observing the move once.
Shingo: "Okay, I think I'm getting the hang of it...something like this..."
After shifting back into a fighting pose, concentrating on his fists, Shingo thrusted at the old
tree.
Shingo: "Your body's open!!"
It still looks like a normal body blow.
King! Kong! Kang! Kong!
The chime that tells the end of the lunch break fills the school yard. The students that were
scattered throughout the gardens
shuffled into the buildings.
Shingo: "I should go back to classes too..."
After School. After the break the weather gave way, and rain was pouring from the sky.
Students reacted to the rain in
many ways; with umbrellas, without umbrellas, and some simply waited in the buildings for
the rain to go.
Shingo: "Your body's open!!"
In the rain, Shingo was practicing the moves Kyo taught him in the central garden. Practicing
alone in the secluded garden
has been a daily rountine for him now, and he practices all of the moves, no matter what
weather he must tolerate. But lately,
Shingo was feeling the limits in his practices.
Shingo: "Ha...ha...not enough..."
He slams down on the moist ground to rest. He wanders on the ideas that's been swirling in his
mind for a while.
KING OF FIGHTERS Because of this, Shingo had become himself, that idolizes Kyo, and
strives to be like him. And the
tournament is nearing for this year, too.
Shingo: "'King of Fighters...but can I fight in it...me?"
A couple of months ago, he wouldn't have had such an idea, and he didn't learn the techniques
for that reason. But that's a
different story now...
Shingo: "I wanna be like Kusanagi-san! I'm gonna enter the tournament! Yeah, I've got
nothing to lose!"
Promising himself a new goal, Shingo resumed his practice.
Later that month, Shingo safely passed the preliminary rounds and enters the King of Fighters
tournament...