Hi, I am Romeo!

This is my first ever writing a story in my career. EVER!

And I know my English is not perfect or well. In better words, I suck at grammar...

Anyways I truly do desire for you guys to enjoy the story!

Disclamer: I do not own Kung Fu Panda. Or do I?


Chapter 1: Operation Golden Claws

The sun is yet to be risen in Valley of Peace; rays of sun lights were blocked off by the Mountains and little it touched the valley. It was another ordinary day in the valley, busy and rushed, markets and restraints were setting up their businesses. Then a tall figure caught the villagers' attention. His body was covered in brown-yellow cloth, and he was wearing a straw hat that covered half of his face. This figure seemed to be very muscular, although his body was covered in heavy cloth but it was clearly visible. The figure slowly walked in the middle of the road. People couldn't get their eyes off of tall and muscular figure.

Then the figure suddenly stopped, standing in front of the, empty, famous 'Noodle Shop' restaurant. "Welcome to Noodle Shop!" An old goose yelled softly to the figure. "Please take a sit and how may I serve you today?"

The figure walked slowly to one of the tables and sat down. "Is this the Dragon Warrior's Noodles and Dumpling Shop?" The figure spoke in a deep voice.

A goose's face turned in to sorrow as soon as the figure ended his statement. "It once was." the goose replied, trying to hold back his tears and the painful memory of his past. "Until the Dragon Warrior left the village... left me…"

"I… I am sorry to hear that." the figure replied. "Was he close to you?"

"H-he was my son." A small tear was starting to form from his eyes; trying his best to hold the tears in. "No, I'm sorry. May I take your order?"

"Um, do you still serve the famous secret ingredient soup?" The figure asked with a deep voice. "I've been looking forward to that; I haven't tasted the soup in ages."

"Yes, of course! One secret Ingredient soup coming right up!" Mr. Ping turned and ran into the kitchen. "So where are you from?" the goose asked the figure as he chopped the vegetables.

"I am from this valley." the figure spoke slowly. "I grew up here when I was young."

"Oh? I don't recognize you, but you do have a very familiar voice. Somehow little different, though."

"Maybe because you may know the person you are speaking with." the figure spat his words softly but covered in sorrow. "Infect, you should very well." The goose suddenly stopped chopping the vegetables and slowly looked up; just staring at the figure.

"Who are you?" The old goose asked with wary tone in his question.

The figure slowly removed his straw hat, placing it on the table, the figure was a panda. "Hey dad."

The old goose's eyes went wide.


I know this is a short chapter.

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