[Iron Fist Tournament] Yoshimitsu v Yoshimitsu

His clouded eyes would open to look down at the sword that ended his father's life. But legend be told, Yoshimitsu was immortal. Sure, it was a title passed down from father to son, but he knew. If he never forgot his father, he would never truly be lost to death.

"I'm sorry I doubted you." the boy thought to himself, "You were the greatest person in my life, even better than those who were around me."

His arm lifted to his face to wipe away the tears as he looked up at the man that stood before him and Kaseki. It was hard to cope with the fact that he was no more than the age of six, yet in his life he would be seen as a god and watch over an entire realm and all of the lives that were in it. It was some responsibility to have, and he too much have had the same reason. He wanted to be better than the hero Yoshimitsu. And in a way, he was right.

Kaseki was told a story of a man who was always alone, coping with his own regret and losses. He was told a sad tale of the darkest side of life. He was told of the horrors of solitude. As a result he grew up wanting to never let the world bare that pain. He wanted to be everyone's friend, no matter what the cost. He didn't care if they were evil or good, kind or cynical. He didn't care if they were a pacifist or a murderer. He never wanted anyone to bear the pain on loneliness.

But Yoshigé was told a tale of might. A story where a hero and his friends best the world. There is no celebration, there is no reward. He was a boy who was tortured by all, and seen as a prize when he was known to have a gift. He grew a distaste for the world and prided himself on working alone and building himself up.

They were told different stories, yet they were the same person. The boy who was made into a monster was taught to be kind and gentle, while the boy who was fragile and pained was taught to be strong. No matter what happened, they were destined to be a hero. They were destined to become Yoshimitsu.

He would rise up and take his father's blade in his hands and step back to back with Kaseki. Together they would charge at the man, blades in hand. Their weapons would plunge into his chest, the blades unshifting and irresistible. No shield would stop them. They were bent on both vengeance and the strongest emotion known to man.



"Manji Dual Technique!" the boy would yell.

For this was the ending he always dreamed of seeing.