In the middle of the night, the brown-haired woman, Kazumi Mishima, seemed to be sitting in a daze staring at her with teary eyes inside a dojo belonging to the Mishima family.

In the darkness, her white kimono glistens in the light of the burning torches in front of the altar offering to the gods which is the only light in the pitch-black Mishima Dojo.

Gaze staring at Aiaigasa's carving with her own name engraved along with the name of the man she loves 'Heihachi' in the shade of a simple triangular umbrella is sweetly engraved on the dusty wooden floor of the Dojo.

The carvings that signify their love for the two of them indicate a couple under the same umbrella, an umbrella called love. And tonight that umbrella will be destroyed by the ego and ambition of a gentleman named Heihachi Mishima.

"I am a descendant of the Hachijõ Clan, the descendant of the Knight of the truth of doubt is not my attitude." Kazumi thought.

It was clear that her dilemma-filled heart brushed aside everything her mind said. How can she not hesitate, her first love and rival, the man she admires with her intelligence and talent, a gentle and affectionate man who has now turned into a crazy monster full of ambition and thirst for greed.

"I have to stop it no matter what, this is an honor carried from the descendants of the Hachijõ clan, the truth-enforcing knight in charge of eradicating parasites that will undermine and destroy world peace."

Yes, the Hachijõ clan is a shadow whose job is to secretly eradicate those who are considered to be the culprits of those who have the potential to destroy world peace. Over the centuries they have been in the shadows, becoming ancient warriors without a name to enforce the truth,

"I was sent here for this right ... to spy on and make sure the Mishima conglomerate family won't get out of the way." Kazumi's mind stared at the statue of the Slave in front of him.

Keeping the promise of Jinpachi Mishima, my adoptive father, who regretted his actions to finance and commercialize military weapons during World War II, switched to raising his Dojo. Train youths to learn self-defense Karate Mishima Style, their pride. He has also built schools and hospitals to facilitate and finance humanitarian organizations, this is clearly a noble act right ...

Until finally I found some suspicious files in a secret safe in my husband's office, three days ago. Yes I married my adoptive father's only son, Heihachi Mishima.

Apparently after the death of his late adoptive father a year ago, ahh no, maybe long before that. Before he acquired it took over completely the Mishima Zaibatsu, the Mishima family enterprise empire that was built during the years of his father, Jinpachi Mishima.

He has started a paramilitary organization, mercenaries used in wars around the world, the Tekken Force. Funding and commercializing the most advanced weaponry of this century. And what is even more astonishing is that my beloved husband has the ambition to create robotic and bionic armies to realize his vision of dominating the world with his own hands, with the principles of Tekken aka 'The Iron Fist'. Worse than what his father had done before.

"For that he must be stopped before this man causes a greater disaster for world peace." Kazumi's mind glanced at the Buddha statue in front of her to convince her to dispel any doubts in his heart.

"Duarrrr ..." lightning struck lightning thundering thunder boomed. Thousands of drops of sky water fell swiftly pouring from the dark clouds lumped together.

"Kazumi what are you doing ... where are the files ...?!" Heihachi Mishima hurriedly opened the sliding door of the Dojo soaking wet in the rain

"Your eyes have been blinded by ambition and greed, dear. Until you forget the beauty that shines in front of your eyes ..." Kazumi still sat on his knees in front of the Altar.

"What are you saying, Kazumi ... tell me where you hide those files ... those are very important data ..." Heihachi walked hastily toward his wife who remained unmoved.

"Ambition and greed that fill the heart can become poison in the self. Repent dear, forget your ambition that will bring disaster to mankind ..."

"What do you mean, Kazumi ... my only ambition is to restore the glory of the Mishima family. Come on tell me where the files are?" Heihachi grabbed his wife's kimono by the collar in annoyance.

"Glory is not won by means of war !!" A mysterious heat energy aura flowed from Kazumi's body, causing Heihachi to fly 3 meters into the oak wood wall of the Dojo.

"What's this heat aura ..." Heihachi got up holding his numb hands.

"Those files have become ashes of offerings to the Gods ..." Kazumi's body floated spreading a hot aura to all corners of the Dojo. Flames resembling red wings rose from its back. Accompanying the drastic changes that were experienced throughout his body.

Her thickened skin hardened like a gray rhinoceros skin armor. A pair of tapered buffalo horns grew up to adorn her head. The nails was tapered beauty, now extending, tapering and sharp as razors.

"Is this your real form ... who ... ahh no. Maybe more precisely, what kind of creature you are ... ??" Heihachi seemed astonished to witness the change in form that his wife's body was experiencing.

"I am the descendant of the holy knights who enforce the justice of the exterminators of the sky. Correcting the wrongs destroy the evil. I am the devil who will stop you, my beloved husband. Stop your ambition and greed that will lead to the tragedy of the destruction of the world.

"Insolent! It's easy to talk. I will destroy the world you say. How ?!"

"With your ambition. Your ambition to dominate the world by means of war and violence, that is what makes you worthy of punishment. If necessary I will kill you, my love. Cut the head of a snake from its tail before it turns into a dragon ..."

"Zrrooooootttt ..." A laser beam shot from the forehead of the creature that resembled the incarnate demon Kazumi cut everything in its path.

Heihachi dodged lightning fast evading the attack by rolling sideways and dashing forward lunging with his signature kick trying to counterattack. "Ciaaat ..! 'It's bad if I get hit by that attack`." Heihachi's mind.

But the attack was countered easily, by catching Heihachi's shot and slamming his body against the wooden floor of the Dojo until it crashed, throwing him crashing into the messy altar.

"Just how much power is the famous Heihachi?" Kazumi giggled.

"Damn girl !!" Heihachi limped to his feet. "Come on ... my beloved wife kill me if you can !!" Exclaimed Heihachi along with thunders of lightning. He threw down his soaked suit, shirtless showing seriousness. There were clear bruises on his body and face, fresh melted blood dripping from his mouth.

"You are a monster, you are meaner than any devil !! Hiiiyyaa .... !!"

"Monster ... hahahaha ... !!" Heihachi chuckled indifferently.

They bumped into each other in the air, punched each other, kicked each other, slamming each other's husband and wife fight was exciting.

The power of the devil against the harsh power of the human ambition full of honor named Heihachi Mishima who resists his determination, making him go on a rampage without caring about the cuts and claws that whacked his bloody body.

Until finally he managed to push the Devil Kazumi by putting deadly fists that were drained of energy aimed at her vital organs resulting in Kazumi, who was in the form of a Devil vomiting blood, receiving repeated beatings.

Making Kazumi lay smashed. The walls and floor of the dojo were made of wood so easily ignited when they touched Devil Kazumi's flaming wings.

No doubt the entire building caught fire, leaving debris that was immediately extinguished by the heavy rain. While Kazumi who seemed protected from the flames was lying unconscious ...

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No doubt the whole building caught fire, leaving debris that was immediately extinguished by the heavy rain. While Kazumi, who seemed to be protected from the flames, lay unconscious. Gradually, Kazumi's body returned to normal, back into human form.

"Kazumi, Kazumi hey ... Kazumi wake up! Come on Kazumi wake up ... ooh." As soon as the fire was completely extinguished, Heihachi Mishima immediately rushed down and lifted his wife's body onto his lap.

Shaking the body of his wife who is lying unconscious, frantically trying to bring her back. Every now and then the man in her thirties tilted his ears looking for the sound of a heartbeat that may be heard even if only slightly.

"Why ... why are you doing this Kazumi ..." Heihachi saga's red eyes welled with tears.

"Because I will kill you! Kill the ambition and greed that enter your heart ...!" Suddenly Kazumi's eyes widened sharply at her husband's face, choking his neck with her nails sharpened again. Instantly Kazumi returned to her devil form.

Heihachi's breath caught, trying to let go of his wife's strong hand. "YOU DAMN DEVIL !!"

"Kraakk ... !!" Heihachi heartily broke his wife's arm to free himself from the grip that nearly killed him. Even with a turned face.

"Aaakkhh ..." Kazumi screamed in pain as she gripped her broken right hand.

"How could you do like this to your wife ... the wife you love." Kazumi was grimacing in pain, kneeling in front of the husband who retreated to hold his throat that was almost broken.

"You devil !! Which wife has the heart to kill her husband ..." Heihachi viciously got up and grabbed his wife's neck without caring for her struggling wife's whining.

"No, honey ... don't you do it ... don't Heihachi ... Don't my dear ..." Kazumi's breath narrowed her throat under her husband choked.

"No, I won't be fooled for the second time you damn devil !!" Instead Heihachi tightened his grip, not caring about his wife's whining.

"Aakhh ... eee .. don't do it my dear ... look, I'm your wife Kazumi ..." at once the demonic creature changed its form back to human form, becoming the figure of Kazumi, the woman Heihachi loved, trying to persuade Heihachi. in order to want to release his grip.

By closing his eyes Heihachi looked away unable to bear to watch the woman he loved suffer longer ...

Feeling pointless to persuade her, Kazumi looked angrily at her husband and said; "Our son Kazuya is the only one who inherited the demon blood of the Holy Knight, now your turn, dear. Finish this wicked man, avenge your mother's death ..."

Kazumi's eyes glanced at the pair of eyes of the boy who widened in astonishment witnessing a scene that was quite gruesome for such a small child.

"What...?!" Heihachi's face was clearly visible when he heard his proud son carrying the Devil Gene that his mother passed down, Kazumi Mishima, the wife he loved. In fact, made him even more angry and made up his mind ...

And...

"Kraakk !!" Forgive me ... Kazumi ... "With his eyes closed and tears dripping from his eyes, Heihachi grinded his teeth and exerted his grip as hard as he could to break Kazumi's neck, which was lying dead.

Heihachi collapsed to his knees, his legs seemed unable to bear the weight of his body weighed down with disappointment and regret.

"Father, what the ..." Little Kazuya, the seven year old boy, was dumbfounded as he watched the tragic incident he should not have seen.

Heihachi was very surprised to see his son who was still wearing pajamas suddenly appeared from behind.

"Mother ... mother, let's wake up mom." The boy who was still wearing his pajamas ran crashing into his mother's body, who was lying lifelessly pale.

"Father ... what did you ... how cruel !! How can you ... how can you kill mother !!" Kazuya exclaimed to his father who was still on his knees and did not flinch over the body of the woman he loved, lying lifeless in front of him.

"Why father ... why did you have the heart to kill mother ...?!" With red eyes filling with tears, the little boy stared at his father, who was still speechless.

"Why father ... why, why, why, why, WHY ... !!!" Little Kazuya got up and hit and crushed his father's body, still unmistakably as calm as a rock with little strength, his puffy eyes were reddened and melted full of tears. To vent his disappointment on his father whom he respects.

"AAAARRGGGHHH !!!!" Heihachi viciously shouted outrage at his son, got up and kicked his son's stomach, little Kazuya with all his might until he fell back and vomited.

Kazuya got up with a grimace in pain holding his stomach and chest.

"A real man will never regret his actions! Good job Kazuya, let's rise up against father !!" Heihachi hang around grabbing Kazuya's training uniform and throwing it at his son. "Wear it !! And fight me like a real man!"

Kazuya put on his training uniform in a hurry while glowering at his potential opponent, his own father.

"Hiyaaa ... I'll kill you !! haa, hait, hiyaah ... !!" Kazuya ran kicking, punching his father's body and face several times.

But the father is still unmoved as strong as a rock receiving every kick and raw that leads to the body even to his face though. He remained as sturdy as a mountain, did not feel a shred of pain whipping his body. Although the bruises turned blue and fresh blood leaked from his mouth and nose.

"Come on, you said you wanted to kill me !! This is all you can afford, Kazuya Mishima !! A true Mishima is stronger than this !!" Once again the poor boy was kicked so that he fell and crashed into the wall of the dojo to shreds. His little body bounced out dirty kissing the mud.

"Hiyyyaaaa ..." Kazuya ran again and jumped out with a Mishima Style spin kick. Rage blinded his eyes so that he no longer felt the pain and wounds that had gripped his body. No matter how severe it was, it wasn't incomparable to the wounds that had been cut into such a small boy's heart.

"Ahh good, good perfect spinning kick. But too bad, this is not enough to kill me! Haaa ..." Heihachi easily deflected small Kazuya's spinning kick which was not much. He steadfastly beat such a small body with the same move when defeating the previous Devil Kazumi which ended with Heihachi's 'Iron Lotus Palms' which led to the gut of the poor little body that was knocked crushed and knocked down, spattered with blood, and lost consciousness a few seconds later.

Heihachi stepped closer to squatting to examine his son's body which was covered in bruises and wounds.

"If you were the descendant of The Devils, you wouldn't have died this easily, would you ...?" Heihachi glanced at his son's battered face covered in wounds. After all, Kazuya is the proud son he loves. More than that Kazuya was probably the only heir to the Mishima family.

"Mmm ... alright." Heihachi carried the small body of his son, Kazuya, which was covered in wounds. Take it to the edge of a steep cliff behind Hon-Maru Temple which is still one complex with the Mishima Dojo.

This Buddhist temple, the pride of the Mishima family, was built earlier than the Mishima Dojo itself. It was built on the edge of the Hon-Maru gorge. Jinpachi Mishima's favorite resting place after getting tired of practicing at his dojo. The place where he was also his last resting place, his tomb was built with simple marble under the shade of the Bodhi Tree at the back of the temple.

"If you are a descendant of The Devils, arise ... I will be ready to be your opponent at any time." Heihachi had the heart to throw away his son's tiny body from the top of the ten meters high cliff with his burning eyes teary ...

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"If you are a descendant of Devils, arise ... I will be ready to be your opponent at any time." Heihachi had the heart to throw away his son's tiny body from the top of the ten meters high rock cliff with his burning eyes teary ...

The little body of the poor boy floated swiftly falling from a steep cliff more than ten meters high. No doubt little Kazuya's body, which was already covered in wounds, was torn apart into sharp clashes with ancient rocks.

And in the end, a sharp, tapered rock slammed across little Kazuya's chest, until the tip of the sharp rock cracked and broke into Kazuya's small body which had fallen so hard. A huge gash cut across Kazuya's tiny chest before his body hit the ground violently lying covered in blood.

While Heihachi looked down and wandered away, he could not bear to see his son's body die horribly at the bottom of the abyss. "That boy could not have survived ..." he thought.

"Crows, Falcons ..." was the codename of the Tekken Force. "... clean up all this mess, cover it all from the public eye ..." Heihachi ordered from an ear piece taken from his trouser pocket ...

"KAZUYA WAKES UP !!" A mysterious loud scream with a harsh tone made little Kazuya gasp with wide eyes.

A mysterious third eye widened red open from Kazuya's forehead stimulating a dark purple aura that felt warm. Made Kazuya's body feel at ease. Quickly healed all the wounds that had struck her tiny body magically.

Leaving scars that slowly dried up on his face and all over his body. The scars that would torture him forever. A scar that reminds him of his revenge, a resentment against his father, Heihachi Mishima.

As Kazuya came to his full sensation, his third eye closed and disappeared completely from his forehead, as did the dark purple aura that made him feel comfortable. Leaving a crumbling creeping through every inch of his body.

"Erhh ... where am I ...?" Kazuya grimaced to his feet and sat looking around for clues to his whereabouts.

"Huh ... isn't that Hon-Maru Temple?" Kazuya's eyes widened when he saw the Hon-Maru Temple at the top of the cliff. He was stunned when he realized he was at the bottom of the abyss.

"This is ... argh my head ..." Kazuya's head ached as he remembered his bloody battle with his father before. A sharp excruciating pain creeping up the bone marrow, wringing her heart apart, making her tiny body shiver, stimulating all the stomach contents up the chest and down the throat until it finally bursts out vomiting.

"Hoergkh ... Aaarggg ... Heihachiiiiii .... !! I swear to kill you with my own hands !! Human cruel !!" Kazuya's fiery red eyes stared at him with vengeful eyes. The grudge that will torment him for life. Revenge that becomes hatred. Become a path full of darkness.

Little Kazuya limped up and walked away from the place with a body covered in scars and wounds that he no longer cared about. His eyes were glowering with hatred towards the Hon-Maru Temple.

"I have to endure .... I have to endure ...." fueled by the burning vengeance or perhaps because of Kazuya's demonic blood finally arrived exactly five meters below the Hon-Maru Temple, after two days of walking without eating and drinking. . Regardless of the wounds - which even though they have healed but have not yet completely dried up - they still feel very ill and painful throughout the body of such a small child.

"Ahh cave ... I never knew there was a cave around here ..." Kazuya grimaced as he sat leaning against the dusty wall of the cave's mouth full of cobwebs. Taking short breaks saves breath and energy.

'~ Kriuuuttt ~' The voice of Kazuya's stomach was so loud that it echoed back and forth, bouncing toward the depths of the dark cave, it disturbed bats and other nocturnal animals that were looking for prey.

"Eewhh ... so hungry ..." again, Kazuya's small voice echoed back and forth through the darkness of the cave, which this time made the bats screeching restlessly flying out of the cave.

"What bats ..." Kazuya was holding his stomach that was stinging with hunger smiling watching the beauty of thousands of bats flying out of the cave under the full moon.

"Kazuya ... is that you, boy ...?!"

Kazuya was startled by the echo of a familiar voice in his ears. "Grandpa ... Are you that ....?!"

"Yes this is Grandpa, my dear ..."

"Impossible! Grandfather has ... already ..."

"Already dead ... that's what they said. What your father said ...." Her deep voice that sounded straightforward and firm signaled his strong and stern persona, the distinctive persona that every member of the Mishima family has.

Kazuya looked confused digesting what he heard. How could a person who died a year ago be in a place like this. Inside a dark, stuffy cave like this. He thought. "Could ... could be you were the ghost. Or ... or was just my imagination."

"Ghost .... huahahah ... you think I'm a ghost? Hahahaha ... so funny, my grandson. Ferry ferry funny ... hahahaha ... !!" His laughter echoed crisply in the dark.

"Grandfather is locked up here, under this Hon-Maru Temple. Because Grandfather has been seen as intruding on your father's insane ambitions. The ambition to dominate the world with the most advanced military and weaponry of this century ... ahh of course you won't understand." With his grandfather's loud and firm voice, Jinpachi Mishima, who was thought to have died a year ago, briefly explained why he was locked up in this sad stuffy place.

"Wait, wait ... Grandpa you said this place is under the Hon-Maru Temple ...?"

"Yes, it's true that Hon-Maru Temple was built on top of an ancient dungeon from the Tokugawa era ..." explained Jinpachi.

"To calm the spirits of the prisoners, a Buddhist temple was built on it. I never thought this prison would lock me up. Hehehe locked up the maker ... ironic right Kazuya." Connect Jinpachi.

"Yes it is ironic ..." Kazuya stared steadily in the thickening darkness. Dare to step through the darkness of the cave without the slightest light.

Even though they had to limp and grope the cave walls which were covered in dust and cobwebs in the blind darkness. Little Kazuya stepped deeper into the depths of the dark cave, no matter what ghosts or creatures he encountered. The sharp red eyes filled with hatred and resentment blinded everything. Even beyond the darkness that blinded him at this moment.

Hearing the echo of Kazuya's limping footsteps, his grandfather said; "Kazuya what do you want to step over here ..."

"I want to save Grandpa ..." Little Kazuya continued to walk in the dark to the depths of the cave's stomach while chatting with his grandfather.

"Don't come here Kazuya, it's useless. Get help, call your mother ..."

"That's also useless, Grandpa. Mother has died ... my father killed ..." Kazuya's steps paused for a moment saying in a gloomy tone. And continue his journey again.

"WHAT ?! Insolent !!" Jinpachi couldn't hold back his surprise. "Ambition and greed have really blinded the heart huh ..."

"Grandpa where are you, Grandpa ..." not long after, Kazuya had arrived. His little hands grabbed hold of groping the cold prison iron bars. Just because of the dense darkness Kazuya couldn't see anything ...

"Grandpa is here, Kazuya ...."

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