A large man stands out conspicuously
in the gym, and he tosses one Olympic
athlete after another down on the
"That's enough for today!"
"Thank you very much!"
The giant removes his judo clothes
and begins to wipe the sweat dripping
from his granite-firm body.
Then, all of a sudden...
"Hey, long time no see, Daimon! This
time, more than I care to."
"Well, if it isn't Benimaru!"
"Must be tough being a coach, isn't
it...Or are you the manager?"
The two leave the gym, sit on a bench,
and begin talking.
"...Benimaru, judging from the circumstances,
I don't think you've come to talk
about the good old days, have you?"
"Well...as a matter of fact, I got
one of these."
Benimaru dramatically offers the
envelope to Daimon.
"Is this...an invitation to the King
of Fighters tournament...?"
"Yup, that's it. I won't beat around
the bush, Daimon. I want you to enter
After a considerable silence, Daimon
comes to his conclusion.
"I know. It's Kyo, isn't it?"
"Well, then, what if I told you that
Kyo is entering the tournament, too?"
"Kyo, in the tournament?! Have you
heard from Kyo, Benimaru?"
"Yup, but we just talked on the phone...It
seems that he's in Japan. He told
me he's officially entering the tournament."
"Care to be teammates again? Eh,
"...Benimaru. Lead the way."
"That's the old pepper, big guy!"
Shingo sits and fidgets on a park
bench, illuminated by the moon's
"Mr. Kusanagi. We didn't have to
meet in a place like this..."
There's no trace of another human
around. To be honest, Shingo is shivering
with fear. He's the only one in this
park at midnight....
"Oh wow, it's past twelve o'clock.
I wonder if Mr. Kusanagi's really
going to show up...."
He mutters this while looking up
at the moon. ...Then in that instant,
Shingo feels the presence of someone
behind him. He quickly swivels around.
"...What? ...Guess it was just my imagination...."
Shingo panics and looks back in front
of him as his name is called. It
turns out to be the person that Shingo
has been dying to meet all this time.
Shingo, overcome with sheer joy,
tries to embrace him, but Kyo bats
him away with a single hand. Shingo,
carried by his own inertia, crashes
"neatly" into the ground, face first.
"...Jeesh. I see you haven't changed
for the better, have you?"
"Ow! That's going to leave a mark.
Uh, you too, Mr. Kusanagi! What have
you been up to all this time?! I
was worried sick!"
"Well, a lot has been on my plate.
So, Shingo, just where's Benimaru
"Yeah! Benimaru should be coming
along any time now. ...Ah, here he
Benimaru walks toward the two, his
blond hair gleaming in the moonlight.
The judo giant walks behind him.
Kyo is surprised.
"Kyo, it's been a while. It's not
much of a souvenir, but I brought
Daimon along with me."
"Long time no see, Kyo. It seems
you've been through some tough times."
"I've seen a few...."
"Hey you two, lighten up. More important,
I have a message for you, Kyo. You
haven't been by Yuki's have you?
She's been pretty worried."
"Yuki? Ah...yeah. Once this is over...."
"Jeesh...Why don't you...ah, whatever.
So...I've been looking after your self-appointed
disciple. I don't know how much my
word means, but he seems to have
improved a little during your absence."
"A little? That's harsh, Benimaru!"
Everyone lets out a brief laugh,
but the mood quickly changes.
"Kyo...do you feel it?"
"Yeah...we're surrounded. ...I'd say
three, four, five, probably more."
The three-Kyo, Benimaru, and Daimon-change
their mood previously friendly one
and they appear poised for combat,
their adrenalin increasing. Only
one, only Shingo, seems to dither
about, not grasping what is about
to go down.
"U-Uh...What's the problem, guys?"
As Kyo puts his glove back on, he
lets out a scream!
"How about breaking a few heads together,
for old times sake?!! Are you up
for it, Benimaru?! Daimon?!"
"Sounds like a plan! Team Japan is
back in business!"
Kyo, Benimaru, and Daimaru dash into
the darkness as one.
"Hey ev-everybody! Don't leave me
alone here! Heeeeey!"