Club-Street-fighter

The gentle rustling of the trees did much to calm your jumpy nerves. Even from where you were, you could hear the familiar sound of training emanating from the dojo. Since you could remember, your family had always provided supplies to the Gouken dojo. It was only until last year that you were officially able to carry on the family tradition. Literally. You adjusted the uncomfortable rope straps to the large produce-filled basket as your eyes caught sight of the entrance. Your legs screamed as you climbed the last bit of incline, your hair sticking to your sweaty forehead. "Happy to see you again, _____." You looked up to see Master Gouken...