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-1743 Hours Local Time
-Outskirts of Aoharu City, Japan
Juri is a woman of focus. It may come as a surprise to some, but rarely is she ever caught off-guard about anything regarding work. If Juri could be said to work hard, though, it could also be said that she played harder. Very little could distract her from what she considered "me-time," especially if it involved her motorcycle. However, she lately found her work affecting the "life" half of her work-life balance, and her recent conversations with that damn ex-interpol agent had her staring off at the twilight sun.
She realized what she was doing with a start and a shake of her head before putting her eyes back on the road in front of her, annoyed that she let herself get as distracted as she was. She was supposed to be enjoying this ride, not thinking about whatever the hell "Xie-xie" said to her.
It pissed her off, and she shifted gear roughly as she sped up.
Juri could shake off broken ribs, dislocations, even teeth being knocked out of her jaw with little to no fuss. Hell, even Ms. Bunhead getting preachy she could usually tune out. So why the hell did it feel like the pit in her stomach wouldn't stop growing? What was so different this time?
It's not like she really was taking her super seriously or anything. She figured it couldn't be that, because Juri was legitimately excited for things to come. Hell, she was on the island of Japan to get to her next contact regarding all that, and the thought of it put a wicked grin on her face.
Why, then, could she not stop curling in on herself? She figured the pins and needles in her stomach was just some bug from the sushi she ate or something, but when the stomach medicine didn't cut it, she didn't know what the hell to do. There wasn't much else it COULD have been, and yet, it persisted. Hell, it was getting worse, and she noticed it got worse when she stopped too long to think about what exactly Chun-li was saying.
It had hit her a bit before her current ride that this might have been doubt.
It seemed obvious. What else could explain the cloying feeling in her core? What are pins and needles if not the doubt of what was to come attempting to claw its way up and out of her?
She couldn't help but clench her teeth, a growl sneaking its way past her lips. The cool twilight air around her wasn't helping, as she realized her breaths were starting to speed up and her visor started fogging, despite the vents in her helmet specifically built to prevent this. Panic quickly overtook her, and she fumbled with the side of her visor, trying to rotate it up and out of the way to at least get vision on the road in front of her. She used her other hand to apply the brake, realizing she was not only well over the speed limit, but well over her OWN speed limit as well.
She finally got her visor up and was slowing down as well, her eyes squinting at the sudden wind being funneled into the space her visor used to be. She was able to see the scenery around her start to take better shape as the wind and speed slowed down a bit.
However, she realized a bit too late that another cyclist was waving his arm madly to try and tell Juri to slow down. Juri was mere moments away from a head on collision with another cyclist. Her eyes widened, and she had no choice but to get both hands on her handles and swerve madly to get out of the way. Luckily for both involved, she did, but not before tipping her own cycle onto its side. She felt her helmet hit the concrete with a crack, and she and her motorcycle started to skid down the road. Thankfully, they slid a good few feet before finally coming to a stop. Juri knew basic motorcycle safety, so she was wearing her leathers, which meant her injuries stopped at just being shaken up a bit.
She lay on the ground for a bit, staring up at the sky wondering what the hell had just happened, before her face twisted in fury. She sat up violently and in the direction of footsteps from heavy leather boots. The rider she nearly collided with, a smaller looking man with, in her opinion, extremely corny skeleton motifs across his helmet and jacket, was making his way over to her, his own bike upright and without a scratch.
Before the man could get a word in, Juri stood up in a rage, face twisting in fury as she screamed, "What the hell was that?!"
The man stopped in his tracks, seemingly taken aback at Juri's question. Juri was going to lay into him more, but as she was taking her helmet off, she realized that it had an absolutely enormous crack along its temple, making it very clear what might have happened to her if she wasn't wearing it. She stared at it, jaw dropped, before her rage tripled in intensity, almost shoving the helmet into the cyclist before saying, "Look at this! Keep your damn eyes on the road in front of you!"
The man's stance hardened a bit, before a deep voice said, "I'm not sure why you turn your ire towards me. I understand that you nearly died, but it was you who was going to collide with me, not the other way around."
Juri was about to explode then and there, but then realized that she might have drifted over to his lane during her little fight with her helmet's visor.
He must have noticed her hesitance, and her quick glance at her own helmet, before continuing, "You were fiddling with your helmet's visor. I understand that the visor losing visibility is extremely dangerous for riders, but the safest thing to do would have been to pull over. By not doing that, you not only endangered yourself, but me as well."
Juri felt her annoyance grow, along with the headache behind the Feng Shui Engine. She had literally just gotten done being lectured by Chun-li, now some rando was gonna try it too?
In the middle of an explanation about the importance of helmets, funnily enough, Juri simply threw her helmet at the man as hard as she could. The man reeled back in surprise with the sudden threat coming his way. But much to Juri's surprise, he used his hands to maneuver it around him perfectly, ending the maneuver in a different stance.
A fighting stance.
"I was going to exchange my information to help repay any damages, but no longer. I can see you lack manners. I'd say you're too old to go to Seijun High School to learn some, but with how childish you're being, perhaps there's hope for your acceptance yet."
The man then walked away, leaving Juri to gawk at the blatant disrespect she was being shown. Who the hell did this guy think he was?
Unfortunately, she was too busy asking herself why he did what he did instead of retaliating, as he simply got on his bike, kick-started it, and rode away. Juri simply stood there, thinking about what the hell she was going to do next, until an idea gave her a wicked grin. She saw that fighting stance, she saw his skills at dodging her attack, and she knew he was good at using a motorcycle.
Let's see how he did when he had to do all of them at the same time.
Not checking her own bike to see if there was any damage, she simply tipped it back onto its wheels, started it up again, and punched that shit back onto the open road, the bike's tires squealing behind her. She quickly and efficiently shifted gears, all while her grin grew wider and more manic. Eventually, she saw a dot on the road in front of her that seemed to be similarly colored to the man and his own motorcycle, and she couldn't help but cackle at the man's soon-to-be misfortune.
Unfortunately, a speeding motorcycle wasn't exactly subtle, and Juri saw the man's skull-like helmet turn around to face her. Unreadable behind his visor, he simply turned back around and started speeding up as well, his own motorcycle spitting flames out of the exhaust with the new effort it was being forced to endure. Juri laughed even harder and shifted gears again, easily catching up to the man despite his attempts at escape.
Juri pulled up to the side of the man, and immediately took the offensive, lashing a powerful stomp at his knee. He was wearing heavy protection over his leathers, though, so while the attack didn't really affect him, Juri did see that the knee pad he was wearing came loose. The man clearly felt the stomp as well, and had to wobble a bit to keep upright on his own motorcycle. He recovered quickly though, as Juri suspected, and she taunted him with a middle finger as he turned his skull-themed helmet towards her.
The man seemed to be calculating something, but before anything else could happen, both riders heard a car horn and turned their eyes to the road in front of them. A small car with a single rider was screaming and absolutely laying on the horn, panicked that he was about to kill two riders. Both Juri and the other rider, however, were quite skilled at maneuvering around it, and went on opposite sides of the car with expert handling.
Juri swerved back into the middle of the road, expecting the man to be trying to escape. However, to her shock, the man was swerving back towards her far more aggressively, his hand pulled back and ready to strike. What surprised Juri further was that the Feng Shui Engine was picking up ki signatures, and before she could react, the man thrusted his palm towards Juri and then a large wave of purple ki struck Juri beneath her ribs, knocking the wind out of her.
Juri didn't even have the breath to curse as she once again found herself close to crashing. Hunched over and trying to gain control of her bike, she found herself wobbling on her wheels. The man saw his moment and once again tried to escape. Juri seethed, silently declaring that this man would not be allowed to put one over her like this and get out alive.
Juri forced herself to sit up straighter and gulped air in an attempt to get her wind back, and revved her engines once more, chasing the man off an exit towards Aoharu City. The man looked behind him once more, and Juri could see him turn his head quickly back to the road, indicating his frustration. Taking the small victory, Juri sped up again, using her own bike's speed advantage to try and catch back up.
They turned off the exit into a residential area of the city and Juri found herself in attacking range again. Instead of attacking him directly though, Juri got a wicked idea to try something even more dangerous. She quickly revved her engines to start a wheelie, and approached the man's back wheel. The man turned around, wondering what all the noise was about and was met face-to-face with Juri's front wheel. Juri's plan was about to go perfectly. Getting ready to enact it, she jumped off her own bike, pushing it into the man's bike, and jumping high into the air. She watched how the man attempted to swerve out of the way. He panicked just a bit too much though, and he swerved just a bit too far. While her own bike started slowing harmlessly to a stop, the man and his bike caught a bad angle on his turn and started to rollover.
The man was then flung off his bike, a bit higher in the air than the bike itself ended up going. This was Juri's moment to strike, and she dove towards her foe with her Shiku-sen, her black and white ki following her movements. Her kick landed true, and she followed the initial kick with 3 more, kneeing him under his chin, stomping on his diaphragm, and then heel kicking him in his sternum, sending the both of them flying forwards.
The man landed in a nasty position helmet first, and then started tumbling on the road, sparks flying from his protective padding as they scraped along the pavement. Juri had a somewhat rough landing as well, skidding to a stop in her boots and using a gloved hand to support herself, but wasn't much worse for wear. The other man however must have skidded at least a few hundred feet before finally coming to a stop, not moving for a good few seconds after finally slumping.
Juri dusted herself off for a bit, and noticed how she was in a somewhat residential area, apartments lining the streets around her. She also noticed the heads of people who opened their curtains, clearly wondering what the hell all the noise just came from. Juri chuckled to herself and gave some of the people watching her best mean-mug to get rid of witnesses. However, much to her confusion, they had the gall to glare right back at her. Oddly confident, the people around here, but Juri figured they wouldn't be confident much longer.
She slowly stalked towards her prey, who was only just now shakily getting up. Where Juri had kicked off the man's knee pad earlier was a fresh roadrash injury, blood red from the friction, with bits of black from both the road and her shredded leathers. Juri couldn't help the satisfied sigh that escaped her lips as she continued watching the man struggle to his feet. His leathers were in tatters, but prevented injuries pretty much anywhere else on his body. All of his padding was scratched to hell, and while it protected him today, it would be unusable in the future. Same with his helmet, which Juri now saw had a huge crack on the front of, with the visor shattered as well.
Juri was about to taunt the man, but held her tongue as she saw two high schoolers run out of a building and attempt to help the man up. One boy looked like a delinquent, clad in purple, his blonde hair standing taller than even he might have stood. The other was a heavy set boy, clad in green and what looked like a wooden belt that sumo wrestlers wore, alongside some traditional Japanese sandals. They both looked as corny as the cyclist did, which probably explained why they were currently helping him up.
Or rather, that's what she might have said if she didn't get a glance at what was under the helmet as he… or rather she… was getting up. A soft face, clearly contorted in pain, which was only exacerbated by the boy's attempts to get the helmet off. She had glowing brown hair under the helmet, and despite the frankly horrible accident she was just in, she remained upright with little support from her friends.
"Are you all right, Akira?" Said the larger boy, steadying the now named Akira.
"Oy! Who the hell do you think you are?" Said the other, pulling out what looked like an army knife. "You must be stupid, insane, or both to pick a fight here!"
Juri couldn't help the cackle that rose out of her seeing this whelp try to threaten her. To his credit, he didn't back down though, and when Juri continued her stalking towards Akira, she threatened him right back, saying, "You really know how to flatter a girl, kid, but it doesn't concern you right now. Move, or you're dying too."
The kid in front of her looked ready to fight, much to Juri's pleasure, when a much softer voice behind him said, "Edge, it's fine, really. Stand down, I can handle this."
Juri was a bit confused at first, but then realized the voice was coming from Akira, who seemed to have lost much of her bravado without her helmet. She quietly thanked the boy next to her, Gan was the name Juri heard, and then limped past Edge to get into a firm fighting stance opposite of Juri, somewhat contrasting her now mousier personality.
Juri scoffed at the ridiculousness of it all, and continued her taunting, "Oh, what now? The big, bad, rider thinks they're fine now that backup's here?"
Akira remained stoic, not taking any of Juri's bait, and simply stayed in her stance. Juri stared her down in response, but noticed that the people in their apartments earlier had started making their way outside, creating a circle around the fight that was about to unfold. Juri couldn't help but glance around the circle, especially considering they were not so subtly closing them in. It might have been a little intimidating, if Juri wasn't able to plow through the wall of people quite easily if needed.
Which honestly, didn't sound like a bad way to kick things off. Juri almost immediately took advantage of the lull in action to focus her ki by means of her Fuhajin kick, the white and black ki flowing behind her heel. The quick and snappy action caused everyone around to take a step back in a mix of fear and caution. Everyone, that is, except for Akira, who stood annoyingly still despite the obvious threat Juri posed. It didn't matter though, because Akira wasn't Juri's target.
Juri turned her good eye and her Feng Shui Engine towards Gan, purple light glinting with focus. His eyebrows shot up to his forehead, surprised that he was even being considered to be attacked. Juri then spun with a low kick, expending her focused ki into a projectile by means of her Saihasho. The people near Gan almost immediately scattered, some screaming in fear, but Gan to his credit stood steadfast, crouching low to attempt to get a guard low enough to block the projectile. However, he never got the chance to guard it, as Akira moved in a flash to dash in between Gan and Juri, taking the hit on her other kneepad.
All according to plan.
Juri rushed Akira immediately, dashing low to the ground to avoid any high retaliatory strikes. Just as Akira was recovering from her guard, she had to put a different guard up as Juri attempted to knee her in the gut. Akira was far more steadfast than she let on though, and she was able to block it with two overlapping palms in front of her stomach. Annoyingly, Juri felt like she was striking iron with how hard Akira's guard ended up being. Didn't matter, Juri's broken steel before with her kicks, so iron was nothing new. She followed up her knee strike with a stomp to her feet, attempting to crush them. However, Akira swiftly backstepped before charging right back in with a high elbow, striking Juri in the head with surprising swiftness.
Juri couldn't help her stagger and Akira pressed her advantage by chaining together 3 spinning roundhouse kicks, all of different heights, and all landing on their marks, sending Juri tumbling away. Juri got up quickly though, preventing Akira from pressing her advantage again, but not preventing another quick approach from Akira. Juri saw this as her opportunity and punished Akira's careless attempt with her Tensenrin, landing multiple heel kicks on Akira's chest and chin in pinwheel fashion. Juri took this time to focus her ki again with Fuhajin and dashed right back into the action.
The shouts of the townspeople were mostly in support of Akira, though their cacophony was also due in part to the simple act of observing a bona fide Street Fight, and much to Juri's growing annoyance, it WAS a bona fide Street Fight. Akira was far more skilled than Juri had originally given her credit for, but Juri knew it wasn't enough. She was absolutely whaling on Akira's ever steadfast guard, stringing together her variety of kicks with Saihasho to continue her offensive. Eventually, Akira's hesitance led to her downfall, as Juri managed to snag her by her leathers, which gave Juri enough leverage to throw her to the ground behind and start stomping on her head.
Gasps erupted from the crowd, and Gan and Edge were steaming mad, screaming threats and being held back by the other townspeople for fear of losing them as well. Juri didn't really hear any of it though, what with the combination of stomping and her own howling laughter. She even felt tears from how hard she was laughing, and nothing could have made the moment any better.
After a good few seconds of the literal curb stomping, Juri decided to stop a few good stomps after Akira stopped moving. She backed off a bit, the roar of the crowd around her erupting into mostly empty threats. Juri relished in it for a bit before deciding to focus her ki again using Fuhajin three more times, the maximum amount she was ever able to focus. That got the crowd to silence and back up a bit, much to Juri's amusement.
"Aw, what's the matter? All bark, no bite? It sounded like a good time too…" Juri accentuated her words by lifting her foot off the ground and swiping a finger across her sole, collecting a bit of Akira's blood. She then put it to her lips in mock innocence, continuing with sickly-sweet-sarcasm, "If no one's willing to step up, I guess I have no choice!"
Her eyes zeroed in on Gan and Edge and she coiled up in anticipation, ready to literally pounce on her prey. Their eyes widened in fear for perhaps the first time in their short meeting, and Juri was practically licking her lips in anticipation, but she was halted by the inconceivable notion that she was hearing the sound of movement from beneath her.
Akira was slowly getting back on her hands and knees, the back of her head bleeding with what must have been a cut from Juri's onslaught. She made a strained groan as she got her feet under her, the pain clearly a bit much for her. Juri figured that it was time to put a stop to the heroics though and just end her. She jumped into the air, spinning with an axe-kick centered on Akira's back using her Ankensatsu, expending a bit of stored ki for extra oomph.
Unfortunately for Juri, Akira was again proving how swift she could be, and countered with a lightning fast flip kick from her prone position, sending Juri careening through the air before a heavy collision with the ground. Juri was barely able to gather herself from the fall and Akira was on her, purple ki flashing in Akira's palm as she quickly struck Juri's chest, sending her flying once more. This time, the spectators around her had to dive out of the way as Juri was rocketed towards the wall of a nearby building, wind once again knocked out of her as the bricks cracked around her body. She slumped off, trying desperately to get air into her lungs, but Akira didn't let up. Too late did Juri see Akira attempt a launching kick, which Juri's feeble guard was unable to do anything against. It hit her under the chin and sent her rocketing into the air, a story or two above the ground.
Juri could barely comprehend what was happening to her, but felt the sting of Akira's aerial combination, as she combined a punch to the sternum, an elbow to the head, and a kick to the chest with great skill and at great heights. It ended with a ki-charged axe-kick to the back of her head, flashes of purple accentuating Juri's rapid, flipping descent towards the ground.
Juri slammed into the pavement, her back taking the brunt of the force along with the pavement itself cracking under the force. Juri had the foresight to cover the back of her head when bracing for impact, so she only suffered mild whiplash at the sudden impact. She was slow to get air back into her lungs, and slower still to get her feet under her. The crowd around her was cheering for Akira and calling for Juri to stay down or leave. Juri grit her teeth though, and continued getting her bearings. She eventually had stood up enough to make eye-contact with Akira herself, who despite roadrash, blood caked into her hair, and bruising present on her arms, stayed steadfast in her stance.
"That's enough, rider. Please, just go. I don't want to continue this," Akira lamented, her face starting to drop into the one emotion Juri couldn't stand to bear right now, or ever:
Pity.
The cloying feeling in her stomach was back. It was hard for Juri to ignore, and harder still for her to figure out why it was even happening. But above all, Juri knew one thing: She hated pity.
Much like she had done countless times in her past, Juri quelled what she was feeling under a white-hot rage. Teeth-grinding, fist-clenching, vein-popping rage. No way was she going to let this stupid, preachy, cross-dressing bitch have her way.
Seeing the rage that must have been evident on Juri's face, Akira's own face seemed taken aback for a moment, but went right back to her neutral stoic expression when it was clear that Juri wasn't finished.
Juri figured that they were both heavily injured, with little stamina remaining for either of them. All it would take is just one more rush, one more punch, anything to get Akira to wipe that look of pity from her face for good.
And if Juri needed just one more rush, she had just the tool for the job.
Juri's face morphed from that of anger to amusement to eventually ecstasy as what started with a low chuckle ended in an ear-splitting cackle while her Feng Shui Engine released its limiters. She could feel the surge in ki as her eye started glowing a blinding light-purple, washing all of the people in front of her in a bright light. Akira responded with slight concern etched on her features, and decided that enough was enough. She dashed quickly from her spot, an elbow raised to hit Juri's head.
What Akira didn't realize was that letting Juri turn on the Feng Shui Engine at all was her final mistake.
Akira literally didn't know what hit her; Juri weaved from her spot at an inhuman speed, knocking Akira on the back of her head with a spinning kick. Akira stumbled from the momentum, and Juri was able to capitalize immediately with her new found speed. Creating combinations that normally would have been impossible for her, Juri weaved punch and kick together in perfect harmony, all targeting different parts of Akira's still stumbling body. A punch to her shoulder, a kick to her knee, an elbow to her spine, and eventually a rising kick that launched Akira into the air similarly to Akira's own kick. Juri figured she should return the favor and chased her into the air, jumping after her with a flying kick. She combined this with a jab to her throat, a kick to her chest, and ended the combination with Shiku-sen diving kick, leaving Akira spinning in the air and Juri in the perfect position to end this.
Juri kicked Akira violently on her spine, doing a perfect vertical split in the process. She then slammed Akira down as hard as she could on the pavement behind her, stomach first. At this point, Akira finally lay motionless, clearly having lost the fight. Juri couldn't help the giggle that rose up out of her, and sauntered up to Akira's body, taking Akira's chin with her foot and forcing her to look upon Juri one final time.
"Got any last words, kid?"
A cruel request, seeing as how Akira could hardly speak, but that was the beauty of it. The longer Akira took to answer, the more doomed she would realize she was.
"Seriously?" Juri couldn't help but laugh, "Nothing to say? Come on, I'll even record it." Juri then got her phone out from her pants pocket and pointed the camera at Akira.
Akira squinted at Juri's phone's light, now on due to the recording. She couldn't help the cough that rose out of her, blood dribbling down from her chin. Despite this, her injuries, and her current situation, Akira remained steadfast, and whispered with a damaged voice,
"Daigo…"
"That's it?" Juri chuckled, "You called for some guy to bail you-"
And then Juri was sideways, a massive headache forming on the side of her head as she flew through the air, phone already long forgotten.
Juri hadn't even realized what had happened before she crashed headfirst into her motorcycle, which had been abandoned in favor of the fight. They both tumbled for a bit before crashing into a wall, Juri's entire body stinging something fierce. Juri groaned in pain, and looked up from her spot to see a much larger man who she hadn't even seen or heard approaching the fight with his hand extended, as if he had just back-handed someone. It took a moment to realize that it might have been herself.
"Who are you to invade the turf of Gedo High?"
The man slowly stepped towards Juri's crumpled form, revealing a scarred face, messy brown hair, and an imposing black uniform. His steps were slow and careful, despite the obvious rage shown plainly on his face.
Juri slowly got up, trying her damnedest to go faster, as it had only now hit her that she was face to face with one of the criminal underworld's most famous gang leaders: Daigo Kazama.
"You disturb the peace of our neighborhood, you threaten my community and comrades, and worst of all, you do THIS to my sister?!"
No wonder the people around here were acting so weird. If this was Daigo's turf, and Akira was Daigo's sister, Juri might have pissed off one of the most infamous gangsters of all time.
Normally, she wouldn't really care. After all, she was ready to die to get back at Bison, a gangster was nothing. However, considering it was specifically Daigo Kazama, and considering how surprisingly tough of a fight Akira ended up being, she was in no position to lay even a finger on him.
Daigo was flanked by the various spectators, who Juri now realized were probably also gangsters attempting to keep an eye on her until Daigo got here. Akira was helped up and forward by Gan and Edge, barely hanging on to consciousness, as well as Gan and Edge's shoulders.
Juri knew when she was beat. Akira had already proved to be annoyingly strong, so while she figured she could easily defeat anyone else there, Akira and her newly revealed family would be a much harder task. At least she got her licks in while she could, and definitely proved she could beat Akira, at least by herself.
Juri kept a cool eye on Daigo as she lifted her bike back up, not bothering to check if it was still working or not, and straddled the seat. Daigo and the rest of his gang were staring back just as coolly, and Daigo said, "If you're seen in Aoharu again, know this: I will personally make sure you never leave."
Juri kept an eye on him while she started her bike, which despite everything had somehow survived the abuse Juri put it through. She revved the engine a few times to listen for any flaws and make sure everything was in order. Satisfied with what she heard, she gave them all one last once-over, her brain running to think of some parting shot she could quip to them about how they weren't shit, but her eyes locked on to Akira's who somehow had the energy to keep hers open.
Juri's words died in her throat as she saw what could only be described as an apologetic look from Akira. Pain etched her features, but despite everything, she was the one who was apologizing, as if she knew what was going on. It felt like somehow, someway, this girl was seeing right through Juri, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. And Juri didn't like it. The last straw was watching Daigo help Gan and Edge adjust his sister and give her a tender look that caused a deeply rooted pang in Juri's heart.
That cloying feeling in her stomach returned once again, and with clenched teeth, Juri let whatever insult she had on her tongue die out in favor of peeling out of Aoharu City, deciding to get as far away from her current location as fast as humanly possible. Without her helmet, the wind caused her good eye to sting, or at least, that's what she was telling herself.
In all, Juri left Aoharu with various cuts and bruises, diaphragm spasms, a splitting headache behind the Feng Shui Engine, a potentially broken sternum, and some mild whiplash.
Yet, despite all this, the only thing Juri could think about was the fact that she still didn't know why seeing Akira like that made her feel like curling in on herself and never coming back out.
For the second time in her recent memory, Juri found herself scoffing, "Man, I hate her so freaking much…"
"Awww, such an adorable little family! Well, the family that fights together, dies together!" - Juri Han Winquote Vs. Akira Kazama via Street Fighter V
"Wow, you're kinda mean. Seijun High'll teach you some manners!" - Akira Kazama Winquote Vs. Juri Han via Street Fighter V