Ki

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

"Grandpa is here, Kazuya ...."

"I can't see anything ..." Kazuya fumbled for the direction of his grandfather's deep voice trembling in the blind darkness.

"Wait, wait boy. You're looking for a torch mark attached to the wall ..." suggested the grandfather. "Maybe some oil still remains ..."

Kazuya hurriedly groped the walls of the cold ancient prison walls covered in dust and disgusting animal excrement.

"Ahh ... found it! Looks like Grandpa is right, there is still a little oil here." Kazuya found a torch shaft made of rusty scrap metal that seemed like it had not been used for a long time.

"Good, boy. Good ..." The grandfather was just the glorious white light of Kazuya's shabby training uniform in the dim light. Blind darkness prevented his eyes from seeing any further.

"Ahh, try to find a cloth or something ... grease it with oil, use it as a wick. And find a stone to light a fire ..." continued the grandfather.

"Cloth, cloth, cloth ... ahh yaa ..." Kazuya stripped his training uniform into shreds which he used as a wick.

"Smart. Smart boy ..." the grandfather, Jinpachi Mishima smiled in the dark watching witnessing the actions of his grandson who was quite smart even in the dark.

Kazuya took any two stones that were scattered on the ground and held them up to make sparks. Not long after, the sparks sprinkled little by little. And slowly ignited the oil-soaked rags as a wick to light the torch.

And a small light warms up to illuminate the dark depth of the cave. "Grandpa ... where is Grandpa ..." with a torch in his hand Kazuya lit up every hole in the prison hoping to find his grandfather.

"Grandpa is here, boy ..." How shocked Kazuya was when he saw his grandfather's very poor condition.

"Oh Grandpa ..." The strong and respectable human named Jinpachi Mishima is now curled up feebly - chained hands and feet - on the floor of a cold ancient prison. Jinpachi Mishima's muscular and strong body now only leaves bones wrapped in skin. The beard and mustache that once added to his dignity are now stretched out in a dusty white mess. But his voice was still loud and full of enthusiasm like most of the Mishima family even though it trembled a little.

"Wait a moment Grandpa, I'll release you ..." Kazuya put his torch on the torch holder attached to the wall. He tried to pull as hard as he could on the iron bars that were firmly attached to the all-new concrete wall. No doors or anything else to open.

"It's useless, Kazuya. Grandpa tried it ... it's a special iron used to curb our inner power or flow of Ki. It's the same with these chains." The grandfather explained by showing the chains that shackled his hands and feet.

"No, Grandpa, I'll keep trying." Kazuya was looking for a boulder large enough to crush the stale grate or at least break down the walls. His small body staggered not strong enough to carry a large stone.

"Kazuya hear Grandpa ... HEAR !!" Jinpachi shouted loudly at his grandson until Kazuya was forced to put back the stone he had so hard to take.

Kazuya approached the grandfather who stood receiving a warm hug from him even from behind bars. The little boy sobbed in his grandfather's arms. "Forgive me, Grandpa ..."

"It's okay my boy ... It's okay ..." The grandfather stroked his grandson's hair that he had long missed.

"Who did this, Kazuya. Who did it ..." The grandfather was very surprised when he looked closely and felt all the scars that covered his face and all over Kazuya's small body. Moreover, seeing the large, gaping wound slit open his chest that had not healed properly.

"Father ..." Kazuya lowered his head with a sharp hatred and said softly in a gloomy tone.

"GOD DAMN IT!!" Jinpachi's shout echoed loudly, shaking every corner of the cave walls. "Damn brat! Isn't it enough what you did to me and your mother, until you tortured your own child ... your own flesh and blood ..." Jinpachi sat down, slamming his buttocks, cross-legged irritated at his son's behavior, behind his cell.

"Humps, it doesn't look like Grandpa ..." Kazuya pulled his lips into a hateful grin. Wander off looking for the smaller boulders.

"Where are you going, boy ..."

"Looking for smaller stones ..."

"Ah never mind, don't you waste your time. Let Grandpa live here ... let Grandpa die here ..."

"It's not like Grandpa's character. The grandfather I know is always optimistic and never gives up."

"No, you better get someone more mature to free Grandpa from here ... after all, this cell was just created by the Tekken Force specifically to hold Grandpa in. Made without doors with concrete walls and extra strong castings to prevent anyone from breaking into it. this particular cell.

They purposely let Grandpa get worse here. Chaining Grandpa with a special chain restricting Ki was the same as the bars. They use the same iron as the iron used to chain the mystical creatures made by the Kazama family. ”Explained Jinpachi.

"Heh, mystical creatures ... are there any mystical creatures in this world Grandpa ...?"

"There are tons of mystical creatures in this world, boy. Most of them are hiding away from humans. Or they are chained up somewhere so they don't disturb the peace of humans. The most obvious example you can see is in the museum, Kazuya."

"Mokujin ..."

"Yes, my grandson, Mokujin, are generally training puppets made of wood as a sparring partner for fighters. However, the sacred Mokujin in the museum are different from the normal Mokujin. According to legend, it is said that this one Mokujin is made from a sacred oak tree who are thousands of years old. It is said that it once lived to help samurai kill the Demon King Oda Nobunaga. And it was chained by the Kazama family so ... "

"... never came back to life ..." Kazuya interrupted.

"That's why Grandpa can't control the flow of Ki properly."

"Ki, what is that Ki ...?" Kazuya asked curiously.

"Ki is the energy from within the body that is produced by practiced breathing so as to produce energy, an aura of energy that is more powerful and deadly than that produced by external forces. Each place and country has different names for this particular energy; Ki , Chi, Chakra, Kanuragan, Inner Power, Inner Strength, etc. All are the same but with different methods and training. "

"Humps looks like my goal here is to find a shortcut to Hon-Maru Temple and to take revenge on Father has failed ..." Kazuya looked down hiding his grin.

"What ?! Don't be ridiculous Kazuya !! If you take revenge now you will just die SILLY ONION !!" Again, Jinpachi's loud voice echoed shaking the cave walls. "It's not good to hold grudges anyway, my grandson. Revenge will only make a hole in your heart ..."

"Too late, Grandpa. My heart has already had a hole ..." Kazuya grinned as he showed his true face with red eyes staring sharply with hatred ....

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