A Test from the Past

Tamashi Kui a man of a constantly serious demeanor, was standing at the edge of a cliff staring out at the sea. The wind was blowing around him, whipping his coat in every direction as the air continuously changed direction. The salt in the air was stinging his eyes as the spray from the waves crashing into the base of the cliff came drifting up on the wind. Grass rippled in the wind across the ground behind him like the water ahead of him. Something had drawn him to the location, and he was nagging at the back of his head as to why he had felt an overwhelming urge to come to stand atop the cliff over looking the sea.

"Since the beginning of history, people have fought in the name of God. Bending to the invented demands of their fickle deity, and screaming for righteousness, they wantonly spill the blood of their enemies as well as their own. The purpose behind this bloodshed, however, goes beyond simple explanations of religion or notions of justice. The truth is buried deep within those who wage the wars. Since the birth of this planet, a memory has become deeply engraved onto the genes of all things. A memory of aggression as a means of survival. A memory of fighting. Humans seek to defend their actions in the name of truth. The act of fighting is itself a true act. Without this truth the fighter will perish. To learn the way, ask your own flesh and blood. Because one's flesh is the door to the truth. To master the way, ask your own fist. Complete knowledge of one's flesh, blood and fist creates one's Tekken. And Tekken is the key to life." he said, turning his back on the ever changing water, and facing the ever shifting grass to see a lone man.

"Long time no see," Tamashi said to the man. "Master."