pleasant breeze blows through a
clear blue sky.
The unbroken laughter of children
playing football and baseball echoes
throughout Southtown's only park-you
guessed its name by now, Southtown
Park. A man wearing a familiar red
cap makes his way to a group of kids
"Hey, kids! How goes the hoops?!"
"Hey everybody, it's Terry! Awesome!
You came again, too, like you promised!"
After a quick pick-up game, Terry
sits on a bench to chat with the
"Terry! I've seen all the commercials
on TV, so you must know there's another
King of Fighters this year! Are you
going to enter?!"
"Huh?! Hmm, is that so? This year,
too? ...Come to think of it, I've
entered every year, haven't I...?
"Gee, Terry, I'd sure like to see
you fight again this year! You're
this town's hero!"
"Me, too. Seeing you fight gives
me courage! Since me, heck, everyone
here, is all alone, you're all we
Terry always keeps tabs on the boys
here in the park. Like them, Terry
happens to be an orphan. And like
his adoptive father Jeff did with
him, he wants to provide them with
the courage and hope to overcome
If it allows him the opportunity
to keep seeing these kids' smiling
faces...then Terry has made up his
"All right! I'm in!"
"You mean it? All right!!!"
Looking at the children's faces,
Terry recalls those halcyon days
spent with his adoptive father Jeff,
and looks off in the distance as
he waxes nostalgic. Suddenly, a woman
arrives and, dismounting her motorcycle,
heads in Terry's direction.
"What's the word, Terry?"
"Oh, Mary! Long time no see. How
did you find me here."
"I knew you'd be here. Call it woman's
intuition. By the way, you seemed
to be having a good time a few minutes
ago. I wonder what you were you talking
"As a matter of fact, I've decided
to enter this year's KOF tournament.
I thought I'd show these little tough
guys here just what I'm made of."
"Is that so? Well, as a matter of
fact, I've decided to do the same.
And my new assignment, as usual,
has something to do with KOF."
"The Dickens you say. Then I guess
I'll have to help you out, Mary.
How about cracking a few skulls together,
for old time's sake?"
"Ooh, hoo, hoo, in your dreams. It
is true that I've got a job, but
that doesn't mean I'm just here on
business.... But if you say you're
going to enter, shall I put my work
aside to help you out?"
"Hmph...you really got a mouth on
you. Well, then I'll put it more
formally: will you enter with me,
"If you put it that way, of course
I will, Terry!"
"Did you see that, kids? Looks like
we're going to win this year, too!"
Meanwhile, back in Japan. Andy is
focused in his training with a young
lad in the hometown of the Shiranuis.
The name of Andy's young charge is
Andy is practicing hard and shows
no mercy toward Hokutomaru, although
the kid looks like he's, well, just
As the day inevitably turns to dusk,
training draws to an end and Andy
begins to address Hokutomaru.
"You've heard of KOF, haven't you,
"Of course. You're always rambling
on about it, Master."
"Uh, yeah. About KOF then...I got
a message from my big brother. And
this time I'm going to be on my brother's
team again, but...you're coming with
me, too. At long last you're going
to get a real taste of actual combat."
"Uh, and one more thing...do you
think you could use your wiles and
break this news to Mai? If I tried
to tell her, well, you know how it
"Aw, Master, do I have to go through
that again? I always have to smooth
things over with you and the Shiranui
maiden...Hey, that reminds me: You
opened a training gym in Southtown,
right? Why don't you keep yourself
under wraps there for a while?"
"That's no good. I'm positive Mai
already has that place staked out."
"Probably. Tough break, Master. I
think you'd better handle this matter
In a flash, Hokutomaru scrambles
up the trunk of a large pine tree
near by, jumps from branch to branch,
and in no time disappears into the
"Hey, hold on there! Hey!"
For an instant, Andy looks like he's
at the end of his rope, but then
a smile comes over his face, as if
approving of his little disciple's
Meanwhile, Joe has been devoting
his time, day in and day out, to
participating in kick boxing matches
in Thailand. One day, he takes a
break to drop by his old gym.
But returning after a long absence,
he finds the gym in a pitiful, run-down
state, only a few athletes in residence.
Joe spies the Chairman ringside and
strikes up a conversation.
"Hey, Chairman, it's been a while.
What's going on with the gym? What
Oh, Joe! Where have you been keeping
yourself...? It's an honor welcoming
the Champ here, but our village has
had some tough times recently...I
wish all my boxers could earn a living
doing the old Muetai, but when it
comes to merely making a living,
there are so many other speedier
ways to do it these days. If things
keep up like this it'll be just a
matter of time before I have to close
As the Chairman finishes explaining
his predicament, a well-worn boxing
glove rolls along the floor; he picks
it up and strokes it tenderly.
Joe's heart breaks seeing this scene
and he cannot suppress a scream of
"Get a grip, Chairman! I'll do anything
I can, just promise you won't close
A few days later, Terry, illuminated
by the early morning sun just peeking
over the horizon, stands before the
gravestone of his dead adoptive father.
Two men approach as Terry places
the flowers before the gravestone.
"How's life been treating you these
past months, Terry? Landing all your
"Lookin' good, Andy. So Joe's with
you, too? How's it been? I've been
hearing a lot of rumors about you."
"Hey! You look the same as ever!
I guess it's just not the same without
us three together, huh?"
"You said it. And we're supposed
to meet up with Mary at the tournament."
With each of their own thoughts in
mind, the three set their goals for
this year's KOF before Jeff's gravestone.