Alrighty here’s the first of the four Street Stories from the SSF2 pre-mook. Enjoy.
T. Hawk from Gamest SSF2
Story of T. Hawk
Clumps of red clay, the destruction exposed to dry winds.
Something narrowly withering an escaped highway along the river, that man was walking.
The dust dancing, the man covers his eyes. However his legs have come to rest.
On his back is a wooden box 1 meter square a large thing in itself, the man shoulders it and looks around a little.
A highway with no sign of life would make for a single person inconspicuous, for a man 2 meters in body height it would’ve far off crossed into that of a giant. For arms that ordinarily couldn’t carry an adult across a burly chest, he could sturdily.
The man’s name was known as Thunder Hawk.
He once a month, from his canyon home runs 3 times, walks downhill into town. For tourist opponents, he wood carves souvenirs to sell them.
For him and his father, besides making their living in forestry, such a side line couldn’t have arrived. His father as a wood carver commonly couldn’t help but hold him in his arms while running, here at an advanced age for several years of remarkably ill condition, he complained of his physical strength declining.
At the foot of the town there was a cart and an automobile, those “vehicles” which he disliked, with his own legs he migrated. As he would see it, even three times at that distance is nothing. That day going to return to his agricultural land he took the distance to his garden.
For Hawk, even so with such signs of having been tired, he stood still, leaning on the roadside’s megalith, he drank the bottled water. This vicinity was already a canyon he could quite associate with.
The right hand hill slightly elevated from the primeval forest’s overgrowth, he looked up at a precipitous bare rock. Experienced in tracking he climbs.
At the peak before long he climbed and broke off, he could peer at the steep canyon’s bottom.
For him, the heart of a scattered ravine was seen. And there for him, he could see his father’s dwelling. It can’t be something underneath the precipitous rocky mountain, a detour to the home before him as he arrives from here furthermore 1 time as such.
At the considerably sloped mountain’s western face, until sunset likely came around he wanted to have considered it was nothing whatsoever.
A steep shadow began to stretch lengthwise down the highway with many small feet stopped.
At that moment… for Hawk, a feeling of piercing-like indication, he stood still. What is this.
"… wolves?“
It began to storm within Hawk’s head. However, it was not for wolves. What in this way, he seemed to recall a chill, an ill omen he felt.
After a while of exchanging looks on the vicinity, taking care to once again take steps ahead in an instant, that’s when he stood before his eyes.
”!!"
It was a human man. However, he didn’t believe it was a very ordinary human. Just as if there was no life. That is, the vicinity of his skin was filled with the piercing ill omen.
The scenery was the thing that distorted as he was looking thus.
That man was with a jet-black cloak twined around his body. Eyes covered by a hat’s interior, two ill-feeling flashing pupils coming into view.
"… Arroyo’s son is it?" The man questioned. A seemingly chilling desolate voice.
“That’s right…who, are you?”
“Me, you don’t remember eh. Hmm…” The mouth of the man swerved, gesturing a laugh.
“Who are you? Why, do you know my father?“
Hawk tensed up. A strained air, made for a cruel warning with him. Instinctively he understood the man as an “enemy”. For him, at all times to eat up blows from thick arms would be loaded with power.
“Your father, was once a strong man…but how about now? Regrettably there’s nothing more to say.”
”?..what are you saying? Father, what did you do to him!?”
"Heh…still at any rate, you will come to meet him. At that time, it’ll be slightly entertaining…"
The man having spoken thus, all of the sudden he sprang amongst the rocks. A sign of disappearance, the man’s appearance also carried off.
Hawk in a daze for a little while, an intuitive of his father’s accident comprehended, racing towards their home.
"This man…"
While rushing to the man’s circumstances he was remembering. The mysterious man. Quite certain he was aged. And also, a seemingly familiar reverberating in his head, as a fearful tone. Did that seem to be a human?
Hawk approached his home put together with logs. He’s in the state of being changed and about to go out into the garden. But, the door has opened.
"Father!"
While exclaiming he dashed in and, really his father, soon fell prostrate from the right side of the door.
Hawk hurriedly helped him to his feet. His father’s body confirmed to be breathing, the worst situation escaped and relieved. Grind, unexpectedly the state went to a worsening
condition, he breathed into his large shoulder.
"Mmm…you eh…"
Well having exceeded an ill body aged 70, the father ranking as taking 3-4 young men opponents to defeat was no more. Respectable with a long run beard and sharp insight, as a grand dignity, he could also drive away wild animals. That father on this day it seemed was met, already that cloaked man came to the dispairity.
"Father!, hurry and take this!“
Hawk now took out merely a tablet he had bought. It’s an internal medicine for moments of spasms. However, because his father looked at Hawk, his neck slanted to the side.
For Hawk, everything understood, he carried under his arms a loaded power. To be agitated here, his father’s every expectation.
Father Arroyo Hawk quietly began with the story.
”…did you, meet that man?"
Hawk nodded.
"That man…once, eradicated our clan, the man who led the massacre group called ‘Shadoloo’. A story from 30 years ago…"
Hawk was appalled. Here for himself a past livelihood since then and the like, to have considered it all.
"We, were people of the proud Thunderfoot tribe.
That night, in our village, the group named “Shadoloo” broke in. The abundant mine veins of ore there in the village, these are what drove many aimed sets. I believed those guys were companions of them.
However, it wasn’t the intentions of those guys.
They, had fall into their hands the elderly and the children one by one…set, fire…"
His father continued the story. Within that riot, fierce village youths were angered, merely a single slaughtering cloaked man.
Hawk became terrified. Wasn’t it the man from some time ago?
"That guy…soaks up a power of hatred, which I designated.
Before that guy’s demon commanded pale flashes, all my companions were defeated…
You the defending young, from a blazing hand flee from me, that man said.
'It seems I am hatred…hatred freely is excellent.
That power is strong to the extent of enjoyable.
You, should become stronger. Hatred. Request of me to be defeated.'
The time my flaming heart had grown hazy I heard the guy’s voice, myself and you, will fall down flat engulfed in walls of flame, tumbling into the pool below the waterfall…"
Occasionally his father came to perceive, the two of them father and child, knowing by sight how to say the earth flowed.
"I have thought it over. That guy, hopes I will retaliate on the matter. As with coveting a strong “hatred”. Snatching away my companions, the burned sacred ground will not attach to a toothed grudge. Grind…that’s how that guy thinks of it. If that’s the case, and…"
His father’s options did not become avengeful.
As a young child, he settled into the new sacred ground. Mourning his captured friends, that regret and resentment, it was for the proud clan’s descendants as the appropriate method of
refreshment.
"Hatred spawned of black power, in time will destroy the self. You were still little, that you seemed to not desire choosing that path. Therefore you have persisted in concealing everything. Son!..I desire you to forgive your continued deceiving father. And also, and perhaps what that man likely said, ‘you will be next’… Before that guy’s power, your great arms are still unable. Don’t settle on hatred. Also don’t harbor a grudge.
That’s what I wish for with that guy."
Father Arroyo’s eye, already came to not see Hawk. All that remained of his power concentrated in his right arm, piled on Hawk’s hand.
"Proudly our clan’s descendants!.. That blood, must not be stained with hatred. Attain the justice of oneself."
Hawk fully directly, was gazing into his father’s eyes.
"Our sacred ground?..continuing the searching for 30 years, not at all is this matter unable to be redeemed…"
For Arroyo, a thoughtful gentle face far away, died.
Something of a hot blaze, Hawk felt it.
From his father’s hair, a hair ornament’s red feather full-fledge extracted, he inserted it into his own hair.
"…Father!, I will take back the sacred ground for you. Together with me…"
Determination solidified in his chest, Hawk arose.
His blood is boiling. Feeling a welling-up infinite power, he for a while, roared. That voice migrated through the valley. As even to the world’s end it was received.
Next time Fei Long and naturally whatever else comes up, shoot just remembered I need to send Ramah a monthly “reminder.” Thanks for reading minna-san!:tup: 
And T. Hawk’s father used o be a great warrior and was about 70 years old when he died.