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Stick de lucha notable del director de Tekken

Autor : Gabriel Actualizar : Feb 23,2025

Tekken Director Harada's Go-To Fighting Stick Revealed El famoso productor y director de Tekken, Katsuhiro Harada, reveló recientemente su fiel pale de combate. Descubra la historia detrás de este controlador, un compañero de mucho tiempo con un profundo significado sentimental.

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Katsuhiro Harada, la fuerza impulsora detrás de la franquicia Tekken, provocó curiosidad después de notar un palo arcade personalizado utilizado por un francotirador olímpico. Esto llevó a los fanáticos a preguntar sobre su propio controlador preferido. Sorprendentemente, Harada confesó su inquebrantable dedicación a la descontinuada Hori Fighting Edge, una PlayStation 3 y Xbox 360 Fightstick.

El borde de lucha de Hori en sí no es extraordinario; Es un controlador de doce años. Sin embargo, su número de serie, "00765", tiene un significado único. Este número, cuando se pronuncia en japonés, suena como "Namco", la compañía detrás de la serie Tekken.

Si Harada solicitó específicamente este número de serie, lo recibió como un regalo, o era pura posibilidad de que sea desconocido. Sin embargo, el número tiene un valor sentimental inmenso para Harada, que simboliza la herencia de la compañía. Su afecto por "00765" se extiende más allá de la pelea; Incluso incorpora los números en la placa de su automóvil.

Tekken Director Harada's Go-To Fighting Stick Revealed considerando la disponibilidad de palos de lucha modernos de alta tecnología como el Stick de lucha Arcade Tekken 8 Pro FS, usado por Harada durante su partido EVO 2024 contra Lilypichu, su preferencia es intrigante. Si bien el Hori Fighting Edge puede carecer de las características avanzadas de los modelos más nuevos, su compañía de larga data lo hace irremplazable para Harada.

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