hey, hey! Out of my way, punk.
That's my seat!"
"Didn't you hear me? Geese, let's teach this kung
fu clown a lesson, eh?
"I don't give up my seat up to lapdogs."
"......I didn't quite get that. Want to say it
"The place for lapdogs is in the dog house. Satisfied
"Hyah, ha, ha. That sounds like a plan. I'll watch.
Let's get the show on the road!"
Those were the first words of the three the first day
The English cudgel wielder, Billy Kane.
The broker of evil, Ryuji Yamazaki.
And the long-haired man dressed in the loose-fitting
garments of Chinese boxing.
"If I'm not mistaken you call yourself Gato. If
you want to see old age, you should learn to watch
This man, a master of the rigid boxing arts beginning
with those of Yakyoku-ken, is still young with a powerful
physique and a certain something that makes the very
air around him taught with tension. But no commendable
person who fears him is in this spacious hall.
And there is only one man who could gather all of them
The CEO of the Howard Connection and a master of the
ancient martial arts - he holds mighty influence over
the underground society and rules the underworld.
"I won't tell you to take each other's hands and
dance the dance of affection..."
Geese, unpleasantly stubbing out his cigar while sitting
deeply back, turns his leather chair around 180 degrees
to turn his back to everyone.
"But how about pretending to show at least a little
teamwork with each other in front of your new employer?"
From the top floor of this skyscraper that looks down
on its surroundings, one can view his realm, Southtown.
"Client? Do you mean you've placed me in your
Gato bolts up.
"Rubbish. I have no interest in a fighting tournament.
Billy shrugs and whispers, "It's your funeral." Geese
speaks with his back to everyone.
"This town...all sorts of people come to Southtown."
Gato ignores Geese's words and heads for the door.
"For example, a young Japanese girl searching
for her long-lost brother. Eh?"
Gato stops in his tracks.
"So what. It's none of my business."
"That is true. But many other people do come to
this city. And I've heard that Chinese boxers who may
closely resemble you may be among them."
The Howard Connection monopolizes all of the information
of Southtown. And Gato now is well aware of this.
"He's come here? For what purpose...it can't be
to join the KOF?!"
"I have no idea. But it would be impossible for
you alone to search for such a man lost among the millions
here. It's a simple proposition, isn't it? You will
win the tournament. And I will help you realize your
goal. We'll be even Steven."
"...Hmph. Very well. You've got me interested."
"Hmph. What a pushover. Geese, if I have to enter
KOF with the likes of this clown, I'd rather team up
with a French poodle."
"Gyah, ha, ha, ha. You're nothing more than Geese's
lapdog, so it'd be a nice match!"
"Yamazaki, why you..."
"Now, now...a dog barking at guests. Where's your
discipline? What about it, Geese?"
"You filthy snake. How about me shutting you up?
Billy is too hot-blooded, and Yamazaki's twisted mental
make-up enjoys seeing blood more than anything else.
Were Geese not here, it would take no more than five
seconds for a blood-soaked battle to the death to break
"...Anyway, I'll have you three take part in this
year's KOF. You'll be amply remunerated and I will
provide my syndicate with the necessary information
for their investigation. This's just business. I think
it's an offer you all can't refuse."
A crazed look appears on Yamazaki's face and he continues
to smirk insanely.
Gato looks on unemotionally, his eyes fixed on Geeese.
Billy's discontent and discomfort is palpable, but
his loyalty to Geese apparently exceeds it so he presently
behaves himself, gripping his dear cudgel hard in hand.
"Well, then, if you have no objections, that's
Geese swivels his chair around again to face the newly
formed members of his "team."
"I don't expect anything like teamwork with you
jokers, but you will win this KOF. Any other result
and I wouldn't expect to get anything if I were you."
"Any other results?"
There is no irony or jocularity mixed in with his tone
of voice. Gato's confidence in his abilities is unshaken.
His pride in his own strength speaks to this.
"Since I'll be in the tournament, there can only
be one result. I will be victorious."
"Hey, hey, oh, tolerant Geese. Won't you grant
my desires, too?"
"...It would be a real inconvenience if you rant
about your payment in my office. Well, what is it?"
"...Blood, you say?"
"Recently my blood rages more than I can stand....
I just may "go overboard" a little in this
tournament, so I'm hoping you'll, you know, make things
right. I'm counting on you."
An icy glow flickers in Geese's eyes. But that, too,
is just for a second.
"Do as you like. As long as it can be disposed
of as 'an accident.'"
"Hyah, ha, ha, ha! Thank you! Now I'm really psyched!"
"Are we done with our little chat? Well then I
recommend you rest up as much as you can until the
Once Gato and Yamazaki leave the room, only Billy and
"Geese, about this tournament..."
"Yeah, Billy, I've been meaning to talk to you
mano-e-mano about it."
"Of course I want you to keep an eye on Yamazaki,
but don't let Gato out of your sight. Especially if
someone gets in touch with him, I want you to report
directly to me."
"Your wish is my command. By the way, Geese, who,
in blazes, is the sponsor of this year's KOF anyway?"
Without answering, Geese once again turns his leather
chair around with his back to Billy.
After a prolonged silence, Billy bids his leave and
The next time the three team members will meet will
be the opening day of KOF.