After the silhouette had faded completely from view, Heihachi stood up fully. His carefully laid out plan had completely fallen apart. Ogre’s body had dissolved. Jin was still alive and had transformed. But these were not things that Heihachi thought much about or dwelled on for long.

If he couldn’t follow the full plan through, he would simply have to work on alternatives. He met with the squad of soldiers on the opposite side of the pyramid, gathered them to follow him, and headed up the steps once again. His body ached from the impact of his fall, but if anything of Ogre remained, he wanted to be sure it was gathered for research as soon as possible.

When he arrived at the scene, Heihachi discovered that the soldier Jin had flung in his direction had indeed died from the impact. The others were still alive though unconscious. He had them sent for medical examinations to double-check on their health and gave orders for a proper burial for the one who had died. The rest of the squad focused on gathering samples of what little remained of Ogre in the vicinity.

He also gave out orders to have every unit of the Tekken Force, across the world, search for Jin Kazama.

Meanwhile, Devil Jin continued flying quietly, his face a completely blank slate. Although comprised of both Devil and Jin Kazama, he was more or less an infant being and had little sense of who he was. At that moment, he simply wanted to fly in the night with no care for anything else, and being one to act instinct of what he wanted, he flew for several hours. He gave no thought to what had just transpired. When he finally grew tired, he descended into a secluded, forested area and collapsed, face first, from exhaustion. His transformed state immediately reverted.
…

Jin’s fingers twitched as he began to awaken the next morning. His body ached all over, and he realized he was on a bed of dirt. The events of the previous night flashed through his mind, and he gasped in a panic as he sat up. It all came crashing down on him.

He gulped. There was no question of it anymore. Devil was inside him as it had once been inside Kazuya. He sensed that specifically, there was some kind of genetic trait in his very blood, a Devil Gene, that had activated, allowing the transformation to happen.

He could not remember everything from the previous night, but he remembered the overwhelming darkness and rage in the pyramid. He remembered the intensity of the evil in his mind and the richness of the power that had filled his body. The rest was broken fragments, a series of images and emotions. Lashing out at his attackers…throwing Heihachi down…the wings… the full moon. There were enough pieces for him to figure out what generally happened.

Shame flushed through his entire body. He might have killed somebody. Most of Devil had returned to sleep, but a small part remained awake. As a tiny voice, it tried to ask Jin what he was so ashamed of and tell him that those he attacked deserved it, such vengeance was rightfully taken, but Jin did not consciously hear it, only subconsciously felt it. His conscious mind had already turned to other matters.

He looked around the rest of the area. He had to figure out where he was and what to do now that he was homeless again. No one could tell him where to go this time.

He began to walk westward and eventually found a quiet, small town. He caught sight of a newspaper with an article about the King of Iron Fist Tournament outside a store. It proclaimed Jin as the winner and as having disappeared. It went on further to state that Heihachi Mishima was on the search for his missing grandson and wanted to be alerted immediately if the young man was found.

Jin scowled. So, Heihachi had survived the attack. The old man pretended to be concerned for his well-being, continuing his deception to all others. Heihachi just wanted to find Jin to finish the job, didn’t he?! Anger and hate swelled in Jin’s heart.

With the old man after him, Jin could not possibly go back to Japan. He couldn’t stay in Mexico either. He had to go somewhere far from both places…
…

The search for Jin proved futile for Heihachi. Every lead turned up nothing in the end. The Tekken Force could not find him. He had vanished. It was almost as if he had wiped himself from existence, but Heihachi knew better. Jin had always been resourceful and a bit of a loner; he was more than capable of hiding himself away easily enough if he wanted to…and clearly, he wanted to now.

Heihachi never withdrew the order that the Tekken Force was to be on constant alert for if Jin was ever spotted, but he expended no more resources than that. He turned his attention back to research on Ogre’s remains.

For nearly two years, extensive experimentation and research was done, and Heihachi’s bioengineers concluded that another component was missing for Heihachi’s desire to splice Ogre’s DNA with his own. The component was something they called a “Devil Gene.” Heihachi lacked one, but he knew of two people who had them. One was dead, and the other was missing. It was time for him to shift focus back to finding Jin’s whereabouts.

The Tekken Force was sent orders to begin their search anew, and Heihachi had his researchers dig deeper on where they might find anything remotely linked to the devil gene, be it in a report, a newspaper clipping, a security video, anything, anything at all.

…

One day, he came across an unusual photograph. It was not Devil Jin…it was the broken body of his own son’s, Kazuya’s, devil form. He could tell by the protruding burnt wings on its back and its purple skin. The photograph was twenty years old and taken when a company, G Corporation, picked up the remains for its own research. After more thorough searching, Heihachi learned Kazuya’s remains were still kept there.

Now, he had another option for accessing the devil gene…