That was awesome FOF, the fury within Gouki is finally awakened. :rock:
Can’t wait for the next chapter… 
Alright…finally…nice chapter FOF…keep it up man…and don’t try to rush yourself too much…believe me. It’ll pay off. Nice job though.
puts a pic FOF on a mik carton and hangs it on a SF3:3rd strike arcade machine…maybe someone will spot him and get him to write the next chapter, but very unlikely.
Oh I’m writing it don’t worry:)
OMG !!! He’s alive :wow:
LOL…ok, can’t wait to read it.
I was wondering… do you do martial arts?? because i think you tap into the mind of a fighter very well…
ps, if you do fight, what do you study??
Uh huh…sureeeeee you are.
great story so far but i gotta ask u the one question that i know everyone wants to know. it’s perhaps the most important thing in the street fighter story…
when does gouken start teaching dan???
Wasn’t it supposedly a little while during Ryu’s and Ken’s time with Gouken?
i thought he trained under gouken before gouken picked up ryu. then gouken kicked him out.
Gouken taught Dan long before Ryu and Ken, but kicked him out when he saw that Dan was only training to get revenge on Sagat.
seeeeennnnn!
Bump. Trying to get back to work on this.
I finished mine before yours. :o
I thought this thread was gone forever, glad ya workig on it again FOF.
Hey man…thank god…I was so worried about this story not being finished. It’s one of the few reasons that I even visit these damn forums.
Really Really great Fanfic. hope to see more of it soon…
Chapter XIX: Might Makes Right
- China
?Are you serious?! Some young man from Japan demands to see the ancient scrolls? Tell him no and don?t bother me with such trivialities again!!?
A quick thump on the head from the elder sent the young monk messenger scampering through the halls of the dusty temple. Minutes later he arrives at the tense scene with the intruder. The young boy stops, composes himself and clears his throat to sound important.
?The clan chief prohibits the viewing of the technique scrolls!? Shouted the boy in a faux deep voice.
10 older shaolin monks were in the same room, their eyes set upon Gouki. One opened his mouth to speak.
?If you want to spar with us, that?s fine. We could both learn from each other. But no outsiders are allowed to see our secrets.? The young man stated with caution, his hands balled into fists behind his back.
?We can?t give you the secrets to our art.? Another monk reiterated.
?Then I?ll take them.? Gouki?s ability to speak Chinese proved satisfactory.
The stranger?s reply startled the monks, they stiffened their stances and exchanged quick nervous glances at each other.
?Then we?ll have to stop you.? The lead monk answered.
?It is arrogant and selfish to hide and hoard techniques. You do not own power; you do not have a right to it just because you are a certain sect. If you truly believe you do, then prove it. Defeat me and protect your treasures.?
One overzealous student wasted no time, lunging at Gouki with a bamboo staff. Gouki stood still, his back to the charging monk. The monk leapt into the air, holding his staff above his head with both hands. He then brought it crashing down upon Gouki, and once his feet touched the ground he was frozen in shock.
Gouki had not moved, and the monk?s bamboo staff was broken in two. Before the monk could finish gasping Gouki turned around and punched him about 20 feet away, making the monk?s body slide and bounce on the polished wood floor until he hit a wall and was still. The room breathed as Gouki rigidly shifted into fighting stance and the monks encircled him. The candle lights flickered in excitement for the contest they were about to witness, the floorboards braced themselves for the strain they knew was impending. Out of the nine fighters left; four had weapons. Two swordsmen; a man with nunchaku and another man with a staff. They all had their weapons drawn and ready.
?Well, attack me.?
?Haaah!? One monk uttered a short shout and sprang forward with a jumping kick. Once the kick was deflected the monk fell into a low stance, one leg almost parallel to the ground and the other crouched, his arms outward expecting attack. Another monk from behind attacked, Gouki blocked the punch and tried to deliver a backfist but the monk was using his other arm to guard. The two monks now faced Gouki, standing still waiting on Gouki to move. Gouki lashed out with a frontkick that turned into a rushing elbow, knocking one monk off his feet and hitting the ground a couple feet away. Before Gouki could turn around a fist slammed into his cheek, then a jarring kick to his back followed by another punch to the opposite cheek. Gouki stumbled a few steps and then stopped abruptly. He whirled around to find a flying kick aimed straight for him. He caught the attacker?s leg and hurled him into the group advancing, knocking them all over like bowling pins. Gouki gave them time to all get up and encircle him again, his anger building. He was not in stance this time, his back straight and his hands balled into fists at his sides. His face was vacant but focused. The scene returned to the static silence, the floorboards were given a break and they enjoyed it. Gouki did not wait until he was attacked first this time, lashing out with a swift punch that tore through the first person in front of him, knocking him off balance and totally disorienting him. Gouki delivered a flurry of punches to the monk?s torso then tripped him. Before the monk could fall to the ground Gouki performed a side-kick to his airborne body that knocked him against a wall, leaving a smattering of blood on the wood. Gouki cupped his hands to his side to build ki quickly, and fired a ki ball at the recovering monk to finish him off before he could attack again. He was focused on destroying all of his opponents and getting what he came for, and it showed once he fired the attack. A ball of purple ki had exploded from Gouki?s outstretched palms, slamming into the monk and knocking him through the same wall his hunched back was leaning on. When the dust settled, his ankles dangled outside a gaping hole in the ancient and now splintered wood.
A monk shouted and rushed forward, Gouki took one step to the side, deflected a punch-kick combination from the monk and delivered a chop to the neck from behind that knocked the monk forward and to the ground. Another monk jumped forward and was floored with a lightning fast roundhouse before he could even attack. The two swordsmen criss-crossed into Gouki?s path and slashed. Gouki effortlessly avoided their blades and waited for the next attack. One swordsman attempted a thrust that was sidestepped. Gouki delivered a powerful downward chop to the swordsman?s exposed neck that brought him to the ground. The other swordsman had leapt into the air with his sword held high above him, poised to deliver a downward strike. Gouki caught the blade in between his two open hands. The monk gasped and Gouki smiled. In what seemed like a single motion Gouki snatched the sword from the monk?s hand and backfisted him so hard he bounced off the ground.
?You all are too weak to waste my time with.? Gouki closed his eyes and looked inward. He tapped into the volcano that was inside and pulled from it. He sprang high into the air with his eyes still closed and fists at his sides. He suddenly shot a single palm downward and out burst a Messastu Gou Hadou. The ball of purple flame zeroed in on the group of monks who could only stare like deer in headlights. The attack decimated the group; scattering their scorched bodies everywhere in the room. When Gouki?s feet touched the ground again the only one standing was him, but one last fighter struggled to prop himself up for another attempt.
One last monk standing. He was cut, bruised and hunched over but still he remained in Gouki?s way.
?You will abuse our techniques?I can?t let you have them. Not while I?m still standing.?
?I?ve said before. They aren?t your techniques.?
Gouki slowly strolled up to the monk, until he was inches away from his face. He stared into the monk?s eyes?they were steeled with resolve but the rest of his face could not hide the great fear that gripped it. Gouki continued to study the monk?s face for a few moments before the monk snapped and attacked. A lazy punch from Gouki brought him down in a split-second.
Gouki moved on, deeper into the temple. He finally entered a great hall, with countless monks surrounding him.
The young and old; warriors and students. Even the cooks seemed ready to fight if it came down to it. Gouki chuckled to himself. Part of him enjoyed besting his opponents and he knew that same part would relish in this grand battle.
?Do all of you wish to fight me?!?
He laughed loudly; then eased into stance. The crowd tensed.
?Stop!?
An old but powerful voice shouted in the distance. The front of the miniature army divided like a doorway and the temple elder appeared. He was tall, dressed in long flowing robes that were of a plain fabric but looked like silk on him. He had a long white beard and long hair tied close to him. In his hand held an ornate brass tube; no doubt containing a scroll.
?You all would have thrown your lives away fighting this man. He is resolved to acquire knowledge and he is strong enough to take it. I believe?in a way this man has proven himself worthy of this scroll.?
Gouki was surprised at what he was hearing. He relaxed out of stance and stood up straight. He might actually be done fighting.
?Young man?strength clears paths. But not all paths. You will one day encounter someone stronger than you because your soul is weak. Take the scroll and leave in peace.?
?How did you know which one I desired??
?I feel the fire in you. This particular scroll is the only thing a man of your alignment would want here.?
Gouki gingerly grasped the container from the elder and bowed. He then turned to leave.
?I must warn you. The power held in what?s inside that container could consume your soul.?
Gouki respectfully paused to bow while continuing out the door and eventually out of the temple.
?Elder! Why?! What was the meaning of giving him our secrets?!?
?To seal his destiny my son.?
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- Japan
?I think this should be the place.? Gouken proclaimed as he let his bag drop into the full green grass. It was a piece of land that no one seemed interested in, it belonged to a farming family that left it to go to the city someone a few miles back said. From the looks of the two-story house and surrounding areas they had left a generation ago. There was enough cleared ground to fight comfortably in and the forests and mountains were their neighbors.
?So you want to settle here?? Retsu questioned, the area was a little too country for him.
?Yes. It?s the perfect place for us to train. Perhaps one day take on students! So much space?you know I studied in this same sort of setting.?
?You?ve told me countless times Gouken. Meditating under waterfalls, fighting on top of slippery logs. I guess the training worked. You?re the strongest guy I know. I?ll settle here for a while at least.?
?So how do we go about purchasing this land? Or can we just squat? I don?t think anybody cares if we squat.?
?No we?re not squatting. We?re pretty broke but on the bright side?if we were to purchase this land we don?t have to pay all of it right now. We have enough for a down payment. But more would have to come later.?
?How are we going to get that more for later??
?We have a few options. As long as every so often Gouken the number one fighter rakes in some tournament prize money.?
?You?d better be bringing in some prizes yourself! There are only so many tournaments!?
Retsu and Gouken chuckled at the idea that it would be so easy. Gouken wondered to himself about what kind of job he?d have to get. But after almost 2 years of wandering he wanted to have a place where he could stay and live, instead of just pass by or through for a few moments. He had known 2 places called ?home? in his life and he realized he was in need of a third.
?Retsu, why did you get kicked out of the Shaolin temple again??
?A bunch of reasons.?
?Give me one for now.? Gouken asked Retsu this question every so often, and every time he was given a different answer.
?I went to the city every weekend, slipped out to gamble a bit or hit on a few girls. When I got into fights my elders took it as a personal insult to the school.?
?You were a bad monk.? Gouken teased. He was glad they were able to be light with each other. The gentle breeze and blue sky helped.
?No, just immature. Being a monk is so restricting, after spending all day sweeping and dusting and reading you want to have a little fun once in a while.?
?That doesn?t sound like regret Retsu.?
?I don?t regret being ousted. It just wasn?t for me at the time, and still isn?t. Hence me wandering Japan, being a bum with you.?
?We aren?t bums anymore. We?re landowners.?
?Whatever. Welcome home.?
?You too!?
sweet chapter, FoF can’t wait for the next one.
I guess Retsu will learn a few things from Gouken, but ultimately will come to blows with Gouki soon enough.
By the way, the more you write the faster you’ll get back into the swing of thing with the chapters. 
:rock: