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Daimon's
judo gym. Daimon stand with his
arms crossed and looks down at
the man kow-towing at his feet.
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DAIMON:
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"Master...would
you please stand up?" |
MAN:
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"No,
I'm staying here until you agree
to my request. If you don't, it
will mean the end to the sport
of judo in Japan. I beg you. Come
back. Save Japanese judo!" |
DAIMON: |
"Master...!" |
Daimon
frantically tries to bring his
master to his feet but the man
does not budge. Daimon begins to
brood, a desperate crosses his
face. |
DAIMON: |
"...All
right then." |
The
man springs to his feet and gazes
into Daimon's eyes. |
MAN: |
"Are
you serious?" |
DAIMON: |
"It
is true that I entered this world
of fighting competitions because
I realized the limitations to judo's
power, but I never once renounced
it. Judo made me what I am today.
And if judo is in danger, then
I can't just stand by and watch.
Though I'm not up to the task,
Master, please let me help you." |
MAN:
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"Thank
you. Thank you so much, Daimon!" |
DAIMON:
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"But
I have a favor to ask of you." |
MAN: |
"Huh?
What is it? |
DAIMON: |
"Y-you've
probably already heard but the
King of Fighters begins tomorrow.
It's important for me to finish
what I began, so I ask you to wait
until the King of Fighters is over
for me to help you." |
MAN: |
"I
knew you'd say that. I understand.
Knock 'em dead, Daimon." |
DAIMON: |
"Thank
you. You know I will."
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The
port. Benimaru is lost in thought,
looking off into the horizon at
nothing in particular. He lights
a cigarette. He stares at the glimmering
fire of his lighter, lighting and
extinguishing it over and over.
The flickering of the flame triggers
a flashback. |
BENIMARU:
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"Since
that fateful day, I've never taken
that guy on...."
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Memories
of Kyo cross dance in his mind's
eye. He recalls the last time he
and Kyo fought, and Kyo served
him up a stinging coup de grace. |
BENIMARU:
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"I
almost forgot I lost to that guy..."
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Benimaru
blows a puff of smoke up at the
sky. |
BENIMARU:
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"I
can't keep going on being this
chummy all the time...Maybe the
opportunity to avenge myself has
come. Kyo Kusanagi...."
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Panting
and gasps reverberate through the
area. Kyo assumes a fighting position.
He fights an unknown opponent.
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KYO:
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"Nuts...!!!"
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His
opponent moves slightly. Kyo finds
an opening. |
KYO:
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"Victory
is mine!!"
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Flames
shoot from his hands. |
KYO: |
"Eat
this!!!" |
The
flames rush forward. The flames
engulf his opponent. The flames
then suddenly contract and a shadow
grows in their place. The shapeless,
formless void continues to grow.
It threatens to swallow up not
just the flames but Kyo as well. |
KYO: |
"Gah!
...Ah!!! ...!!!" |
Kyo's
body, voice, and breath are all
swallowed by the void. All Kyo
can see is darkness. In this state,
a ringing in his ears gradually
increases in volume. He covers
his ears but to no avail. He gradually
becomes aware of what the noise
is. |
KYO: |
"The
din...it's...singing?!" |
The
moment the ringing in his ear reaches
its peak, the void suddenly collapses.
A stadium becomes visible before
him. In the distance he sees the
message: "KOF." |
KYO: |
"...!" |
Kyo
opens his eyes. His body is drenched
in sweat. |
KYO: |
"A
dream...When did I fall asleep?" |
Suddenly
his gaze shifts to his desk. An
invitation with "KOF" emblazoned
on the envelope rests there. |
KYO: |
"The
King of Fighters? ...What's going
on...?"
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In
the judo gym. Daimon folds up his
judo gear.
At the port. Benimaru crushes out
his cigarette.
Kyo stares at the invitation.
KYO, BENIMARU, DAIMON: "So it all
begins...tomorrow." |