Tekken Keizu

Prologue:

Minamoto

August 6, 1945

Island of Honshu, Okayama Prefecture

08:10, local time


"Oji-sama!" a young boy called.

An elderly man wearing a worn and threadbare kimono hobbled over to him aided by his cane. "Jinpachi-kun! Didn't your parents teach you that you must always close your kimono from right to left?" Shakily setting aside his cane, he undid the child's obi and retied his kimono properly. "Sa," he said with satisfaction, cinching the obi firmly. "Only corpses do it your way. You don't want to be dead do you?" he joked.

Grinning, the little boy bowed respectfully. "Arigato, Oji-sama. Are we going to go fishing for breakfast?"

The old man stroked the wispy hairs of his thin white beard and looked up at the sky. "Hm, maybe not today. Looks like rain." He sat down on the steps leading to his spare home. "Jinpachi-kun," he asked, "has there been any word from your uncle, Hideyori?" His brow was creased with concern, as his youngest son resided in Tokyo, which had suffered lately under a recent spate of US bombings.

The boy shook his head. "No word since the city was hit on the 20th. Oto-sama told me that the most of the telegraph lines have been damaged, but people passing through have not heard anything about his being hurt."

The old man sighed sadly. "War is a terrible thing. The last few years I have seen many good people die, and for what? Such foolishness." Patting his grandson on the back, he warned, "Do not ever allow yourself to become part of such awful violence, Jinpachi-kun. Yakusoku?"

"Yakusoku-des," he promised. "Oji-sama, did you hear thunder?" He scanned the sky expecting rain to fall.

"Okashina," he murmured. "There is no lightning that follows." Suddenly the earth was rocked as a wind unlike anything the old man had ever experienced knocked him and his grandson over. "Nandakorya?!" he exclaimed, attempting to right himself.

"Oji-sama, miteh!"

Looking in the direction the child was pointing, his grandfather's eyes widened in terror as an enormous black column of smoke rose in the distance. "Arienai…" he whispered


keizu: lineage, bloodline

minamoto: origin, source, beginning

oji-sama: grandfather, very formal

-kun: diminutive, term of endearment, usually for boys

sa: there

oto-sama: father, very formal

yakusoku: promise

okashina: that's strange

nandakorya: what (was that)

miteh: look (imperative)

arienai: it can't be