Japan

A swift flash of silver and a tightly packed group of bamboo stalks fell gracefully to the ground, cut by the sharp edge of a katana held by a young man in light robes. Yoshirou wiped the edge of his katana with a small cloth before taking off in to a sprint kicking off of various bamboo stalks until he found himself atop a very tall and bulky tree. The tree sat on a hill overlooking a small Japanese town below. He gazed down at it dreamily for a few moments in deep thought. He had spent the entire day training, the entire week before it training, and even the entire year before it. It was a year ago from that day he had sensed the dark presence..it was returning and now he could feel it creep ever the more closer.

It was an old foe, its traces were unmistakable and it wasn't a feeling Yoshirou would forget. No, it was retuning and Yoshi was prepared to make his third and final stand against it even though he knew deep down it was futile..why would this time be any different? he thought.

As those demoralizing images pounded his head he saw something shoot up from the town, upon closer examination it was a human flying up to the air, a super no doubt. And as he watched the super fly off Yoshi let out a deep sigh...maybe this time they had a chance..with these so called supers just maybe all was not lost. "Then again..its because of them.." he mumbled before setting off in to a meditative state.