"Moments after my brother's--Kazuya's death, I packed up all that was
precious to me and took a secret flight to China. I paid the pilot a lot of
money to keep quiet about where I went. After all, if...Heihachi were to find
out, I would not be behind my brother in the path to Death. So anyway, I took
the necessities with me, along with some photographs of me and Kazuya when we
were younger and Kazuya's journal (though I hate to break his privacy...).
"After settling down, I took a job as a fighter-for-hire, which was a very popular business in the underground. I became extremely popular amongst the sponsors, and if anyone wanted to call me a faggot to my face, hey that's fine--there wouldn't be much left of their own faces anyway after that.
"It had been about nineteen years since Kazuya's death, when word of the third Iron Fist came around. It made me sick to my stomach that Heihachi would do such a thing, and although I was very tempted to enter just to see how his ever-aging ass was doing, I knew that I would most likely not come out alive, so I remained underground.
"However, it was about that time that the dreams started. I had dreams of memories of Kazuya and I when we were younger...at least, it started off like this. The more the dreams occured, the more it was like Kazuya was trying to tell me something...I know it sounds crazy, but it was like I was being haunted by Kazuya's ghost. But this felt much stronger than just a mere ghost. It was like his soul was at unrest, and he needed to find someone that could help him out...unfortunately, by the time I began to figure that out, the third tournament was over.
"I thought about these...dreams, and finally settled on returning to Japan to seek the truth. If Kazuya's presence remains strongest here after all these years, then perhaps in the dream world we will meet up, and he will tell me everything I need to know so that he may finally be at rest.
"Unless, he's..."
