Here is a story that takes place towards the end of Ryu's storyline. In true Ryu fashion, Ryu had been missing after he won the latest Street Fighter Tournament. This story tells of the boy with remarkable potential that Ryu bumps into.
I will probably illustrate this manga-style sometime this year.
Location / Time: Tokyo, 5:15 pm.
A cloaked figure walks into town. He travels the sidewalk with his head down, concealed, passing by the ordinary people. A flash of red. His bandanna. It’s Ryu.
He looks exhausted. His lips dry and chapped. Has he come walking from the Tottori Desert? Or maybe some place high and dry like Mount Yari? Whatever the case is, indeed, the man had traveled far.
Ryu turns the curb, by a broken wall of graffiti. It’s loud!
Traffic. Immense traffic. Cars honking. People yelling. But some people… cheering and taking bets.
“Hm? What seems to be the commotion?”
He looks farther into the street, there’s a crowd. In the middle, our eyes first see a massive fighter (the size of Hugo) and a slim, more ripped fighter.
: “Ah, a street fight.”
There was a time Ryu would stop by to watch the fight, study the fight. But as Ryu’s previous experiences have shown, it only causes trouble. And this was no exception. Ryu simply shrugged his shoulders and continued walking the curb.
Something called to Ryu. Some… power. An aura he could feel from far away.
: ((What?! Who is this, power I sense? ))
He turns to look at the crowd, his eyes squinting.
: ((Hmm. The bigger fighter? No. The smaller fighter? No. Indeed I must investigate this further.))
Ryu heads into the crowd with his head ducked low to avoid being recognized.