Heihachi quietly walked to the edge of a volcano. A grueling battle had just ended, and he emerged the victor. In his arms, he carried the unconscious body of his son, Kazuya Mishima, his defeated opponent. He tossed the body down into the mouth and watched it fall as if it were a lifeless rag doll. A gentle breeze whirred. Heihachi quietly walked away and then left by clinging to the ladder of a helicopter. Reflecting on what he had just done, he smiled, appeased that he had regained control of his once lost Mishima Zaibatsu.

Kazuya Mishima, the cold-blooded son who had dethroned him, was dead by his hands.

…

Twenty years later…

Nebraska, December 25th.

In a group of helicopters, Heihachi and his Tekken Force approached a large G Corporation building , the facility that reportedly held Kazuya’s remains. Another unit had just successfully raided a facility in Nepal and stolen a large amount of data.

Within one of the helicopters, Heihachi wore a tiger-print suit jacket and walked a few steps and nodded to himself upon noting that all the necessary preparations were ready for the impending raid. The cold air revealed his breath as he firmly commanded to his Tekken Force, “Go.”

The soldiers followed orders and descended onto the window panes of the building, shattering the glass upon their entry. Down the stairs they hurried with their guns pointed and ready. Through halls, they ventured. The soldiers forcefully invaded further inwards, eventually seeing fit to fire in the more secure areas. As they made their way to the designated location underground, the first wave of the soldiers was suddenly pushed back.

A male figure began to take shape through the smoke. Red light emitted from his left eye. He wore a white shirt and black pants. A stern face with large black eyebrows gazed with intent, silent anger at the intrusion. His black hair, like Jin’s, stood up on its end.

He was none other than the very same Kazuya Mishima the Mishima Zaibatsu currently sought, only he was alive, a factor that had not been accounted for.

G Corporation had not only picked up his dead body from that volcano all those years ago but had seen to reviving him as well. Kazuya had then consented to being used in experiments as both he and G Corporation studied the devil gene, trying to learn how to harness its dangerous power. Kazuya wanted to see if he could learn to control such power.

Heihachi moved in closer to the monitor where he was observing their actions. “You’re still alive?” he asked the screen in disbelief. With the shock continually sinking in, Heihachi was nailed to his place of observance.

Without a word and with a still, cross look on his face, Kazuya attacked the line of soldiers before him. One by one, he took them down. One or two tried swiping a knife at him, but such actions proved futile. In one instance, he swiped his leg twice over on one of the soldiers head’s. In another instance, Kazuya dodged easily and rammed one soldier’s head into the wall. Eventually, only one exhausted soldier remained on his knees.

Kazuya, at this point also out of breath, pointed a gun at the camera upon the soldier’s helmet, knowing full well who was watching on the other end: a man to whom he’d directed years upon years of hate. The man who destroyed him once as a child and again as a man. His detestable father, Heihachi Mishima. And now this man had invaded his regained life after all this time. Rage boiled inside him.

“I’ll…” Kazuya began to say, stopping a moment to catch his breath, “…take everything back!” he yelled as he smacked the soldier’s face in, breaking the camera that had been watching him.

The monitor went blank. “You deluded fool,” Heihachi muttered as the cold air revealed his breath again.

Then he exploded. He angrily yelled out at his subordinates, roaring his words and frustration. How come no one told him Kazuya was still alive? How could this be? What utter nonsense was this? One of his advisors, Dr. Abel, had been observing the events through a video link and urged him to calm down. The doctor suggested finding a way to capture Kazuya quickly. The sooner they could get a hold of a devil gene from a live or dead specimen, the better.

Heihachi heeded his advisor’s words and regained his composure. Indeed, he should not lose focus of the greater goal. He gave it a great deal of thought. He had to draw Kazuya out somehow. He’d said himself that he wanted “everything” back. Heihachi smirked as an idea formed in his mind. If his son wanted to take everything back, Heihachi would seemingly grant him that chance. He could host another tournament, and the grand prize would be something Kazuya simply could not resist: the Mishima Zaibatsu itself. Kazuya would most certainly answer the call…and there was a very good chance that a certain vengeful young man, possessing the coveted devil gene, would seize the opportunity to enter as well. Not for the Mishima Zaibatsu itself but for a chance to confront his traitorous grandfather.

The announcement soon followed for the King of Iron Fist Tournament 4 along with the fact the grand prize would be none other than control of the Mishima Zaibatsu itself. Additionally, for the first time ever, some of the matches, including the decisive final one, were going to be televised for all of the world to see.

Kazuya knew instinctively that it was a trap but resolved to himself to enter, intent on revenge against Heihachi. Even the best of plans could be laid to waste. He had spent years underground with G Corporation in studying how to control the dark and dangerous power inside him. The company itself would support Kazuya’s entry into the tournament.

“They all thought I was out of the game,” he thought to himself as he made his way to a G Corporation helicopter that was escorting him for his return to Japan. A few other people dressed professionally accompanied him. He wore a dark purple suit and removed dark sunglasses from his face. “But I’m holding all the cards now…” he thought with conviction and stared into the air firmly amidst his thoughts. This time, things would be different. He was most certain of that.

Little did he know he lacked the pivotal wild card in the grand scheme of it all, the same card Heihachi lacked and now sought. Due to his death and then isolation within G Corporation for so many years, Kazuya remained blissfully ignorant of the existence of his son, Jin Kazama.

This particular card would change everything when he came into play.