This fiction was written as a request from a reader who wishes to remain anonymous. All OCs belong to him/her.
Legend told of a legendary warrior, whose kung fu skills were the stuff of legend.
Ginka watched in mesmerized silence as the legendary warrior gulped down the entire contents of the pan of noodle soup. Ginka looked down at his own bowl. He had never tasted Chinese noodle soup before. Hell, he'd never been to China before. Damn, it smelled good.
"Ahhh… that's the stuff." The Dragon Warrior sighed in content and set down his bowl. "Hey, Ginka. Are you gonna finish that?"
"Po!" Tigress scolded her comrade the second she stepped into the small room.
"Sorry." Po muttered sheepishly and lowered his head.
"How's Yojin?" Ginka asked quickly.
"He'll be fine." Tigress said. "Viper told me that the arrow missed his vital organs."
Ginka relaxed with a small smile and finally took his spoon and tried the soup. It was as good as it smelled.
"This is delicious, Dragon Warrior san." He said politely. Po rubbed the back of his head bashfully.
"Ah well, it sure got a lot tastier after my dad told me the secret ingredient." He replied. "Do you want to try some-"
"Po…" Tigress said warningly. Po gulped. Ginka wondered if the panda got scolded a lot.
"Sorry." Po said again. "I'm just trying to get on his good side."
"You can do that after we've finished talking with him." Tigress leaned into Po's ear, and Ginka's large ears barely caught what she was whispering. "We've just spoken to the bird and the other fox. Let's see if all their stories match up."
Tigress straightened up and leaned against the wall, eyeing the silver furred fox sitting on a mat opposite the panda. Clearly meaning to intimidate him.
"I want you to answer honestly, understand?" Tigress said coolly. "You and your friends were found in the middle of a warzone, and you all are clearly skilled in martial arts."
At Tigress's words, Ginka remembered the chain of events that brought him here to this very room, in a half destroyed tavern, on the outskirts of a ruined town. He remembered the ambush, their encounter with the Brotherhood of Bloodstained Hands, the stray arrow that found its mark…
"We've dealt with rogue warriors from your country before, and I want to make sure that you're not one of them."
"Okay, Master Tigress san." Ginka nodded in understanding. He'd heard tales of the villainous Kira's attempted invasion of China. Come to think of it, the panda and the tiger looked a lot like the description of the warriors Master Yojiro had allied with to stop him.
"Tell us a bit about yourself." Po said with a grin, trying to put him at ease. "What brings you here to our side of Asia?"
Ginka's eyes fell on the blade at Po's side. The katana bearing the characters for 'Silver Fang' along its gleaming sharp blade. His heart ached as he thought of his father and the man who killed him. He set his bowl down and faced his interrogators with a cold expression.
"It started a month ago, when I was about to turn nineteen…"