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�This is the guy?� Ken asked, looking at the newspaper. It had in the sports section a picture of Ryu and Gen, the Chinese man that Ryu would fight.

�Yeah,� Ryu replied.

�The guy�s gotta be at least in his late fifties,� Ken said. �You tap him and you�ll probably fall to the ground.�

�You thought Lee was going to be a pushover,� Ryu said. �And now you�ve got a broken rib to pay for it.�

�Yeah, yeah,� Ken said. �But still, I figured that there was a rule or something again letting a guy this old enter.�

�This a Street Fighter tournament,� Ryu said, grabbing his bag. �There are no rules.�

�Yeah, I guess not,� Ken said, he and Ryu exiting the airport. They walked on for a little ways, and soon found the street they were looking for, but not before Ryu changed into his white gi. The sun had gone down probably an hour or so ago, so it was somewhat hard to see, but Ryu�s eyes seemed to adjust quick. In front of them stood, Gen. He was old, there was no mistake about it, but he looked a little more fit then the two boys would have expected from a man Gen�s age.

�Greetings,� Gen said in Japanese. �So you are the young man who is to challenge me? Many have fought me, boy, and none have ever won, and only a forth have escaped with their lives.�

Ryu smiled cooly, and got into his fighting stance, which was exact to Ken�s, nearly. His red hair blew in the wind a little bit, and made it easier to see, now that it was out of the way.

�Gen verses Ryu!� cried the announcer. �Fight!�

Ryu prepared for Gen to attack, but the old man was already ahead of him. He attacked viciously with a chop to the jaw, then an elbow to the gut. Gen then finished his attack with a roundhouse, sending Ryu spinning to the ground. Ryu was quick to recover though, and rolled back up to his feet, ready to meet Gen again. But this time it was his turn.

Ryu dashed forward feigned a high jab, then came in low with a mean uppercut into Gen�s ribs. Gen gasped in pain, but was caught in the middle of his gulp for air by an elbow to his back. Gen fell to the ground, and struggled back up to his feet. Ryu was on the attack, but Gen had different plans.

�Fatuous child!� Gen said, now in Chinese. �You will pay for that!�

Just before Ryu�s foot was about to connect with Gen�s face, Gen cried out, �Hyakurenkou!� and started moving his hand at lightning speed. Ryu�s was smacked at least seven or eight times before finally disengaging. He fell to his knee, having trouble gaining his bearings. Gen was about to attack the downed Ryu when the announcer said that the first round had ended.

�Uh, what the hell was that?� Ryu wondered. �No human could do a move like that. Unless...he knows how to tap into his chi.�

Ryu discarded his thoughts, and once again paid attention to the fight. Chi or not, this old man was going down.

�You have more bravery than I thought, boy,� Gen said, once again in Japanese for Ryu�s sake. �That, or you�re just stupid.�

Ryu smiled again, then attacked, swinging his fists and feet at Gen with blinding speed. Soon, the old man was becoming worn down. Ryu was giving him no opening to attack, so Gen could do nothing but block, and even then his speed was decreasing, and slowly, Ryu won him over, and got in four or five good blows on Gen, knocking the old Kung Fu master down.

Gen crawled back to his feet, hacking up blood from his mouth. Ryu attacked again, and though Gen managed to get Ryu with a few good blows which would indefinetly leave good sized bruises on Ryu, the japanese boy still overcame him again with a flurry of powerful punches, ending his attack with a two hit axe kick, knocking Gen down and out.

Round three began, and Gen struggled to his feet, but could not hold himself up, he fell to his knees, breathing heavily.

�Old man, are you all right?� Ryu asked, walking towards Gen and helping him up.

�Your...haff...humility and compassion is great...boy,� Gen said. �But your intelligence...I�m afraid...is not!�

With remarkable power Gen punched at Ryu savagely until the boy was on the ground, grabbing his chest in pain.

�Now boy, you shall die for your stuipidity,� Gen said, preparing to deliver a killing blow to Ryu. Gen�s fists came down, but to his surprise, hit nothing. Ryu had rolled out of the way just in time, and quickly countered.

�Whirlwind Kick!� he cried, hoping up in the air and spinning around once, his outstretched foot swinging around and ramming into Gen�s cheek-bone. The old man fell, and this time did not get up.

�Ryu wins!� the announcer cried.

�You are powerful, old man,� Ryu said. �I respect you highly.�