Disclaimer and Author's Notes: The Walt Disney Company owns the rights to the series Kim Possible. I receive nothing for this endeavor but a few reviews. I think the first chapter explained a few things and set up the story nicely. The old Japanese man came and read it. He was please, and I hope you were to. Let me know. (Or, was I dreaming again?)

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Toshimu's Story

Chapter 2

The auburn-haired girl swiftly entered the room and slammed the partition shut without all the usual pomp and ceremony. She flung herself to the floor in front of the platform bed and cried, "Master Toshimu, they no longer want me in the kitchen! They said I no longer work there! What have I done to offend them?"

"Nothing," the Lord of the house said from his matted platform bed as he lay on his back.

"Then... What am I to do to earn my room and food?"

Toshimu rolled over on his side and propped his head on a crooked elbow. "You will not do anything but what I wish you to do."

"But..." Kim wondered as she sat up and faced the man, totally at sea over the sitch. "What does that mean?"

Toshimu patted the cushion on the lower tier. "Come, sit and talk to me Kim-san and I will explain."

Kim stood and wiped her tear-stained, red puffy eyes before she started forward toward the platform. She stopped just before she knelt on the riser. "Wait, you just called me Kim-san. Isn't san reserved for friends?"

"Hai Kim-san," Toshimu smiled and patted the cushion again, "you are no longer a servant in my house. You are now a most welcome guest and as such you will have your own room and an allowance to buy clothes. We can not do battle properly if you are naked as the day you were born."

Kim sat down on the cushion. "That is most generous. You honor me Master Toshimu."

"AH!" the warrior grunted with a finger raised in the air.

"Excuse me, Toshimu-san," Kim apologized with a bow.

"Now Kim-san, what I expect is for you to help me create our Monkey Kung Fu," Toshimu started. "We will design the moves and have someone write them down on a scroll. Eventually I wish to open a school on the top of Mount Yamanouchi to train an army in the art of Ninjitsu."

"Shadow Assassins?" Kim queried. "I have heard stories that you were in many battles before you retired, but I did not know you were Ninja Toshimu-sama." Kim bowed low before her former boss, now just revealed superior in the Dark Martial Art.

"Please Kim-san," Toshimu said as he stood and gently pulled the girl into a seated position, "the little sparring match we had yesterday showed me you are my equal in fighting hand-to-hand. If you knew a few other things like the sword and maybe some stealth techniques, you would be Kunoichi. A female ninja. I will teach you."

"You honor me with your words Toshimu-san," Kim bowed slightly before she stood beside him. "When would you like to start on your... on our Kung Fu style?"

"We will start on it soon," the warrior said as he headed for the door. "There are a few things I need to take care of before we can start on it. Walk with me in the garden and we will talk more."

The odd couple exited the room and went outside to the garden area that was surrounded and sheltered by the house around it. "How is your new husband today Kim-san?"

"Ron is a little tired," Kim giggled as the two casually strolled through the garden. "After our vows we made..." She blushed a deep red.

"I understand. Continue."

"Well, after," Kim giggled again, "we went into town. Ron had received three coins extra for shoeing a traveler's horse quickly so we decided to have a drink to celebrate. We had just been served our sake when a gang of thieves rode in and tried to take over the town."

"That is happening more and more these days," Toshimu sighed as he stopped to smell a flower. "Now that the feudal war is over in this part of the country, some of the men who fought do not know what to do with themselves. They go from town to town and take what they want until there is no more to take. Then they move on."

"I understand," Kim nodded. "Well, a few of the thieves started hassling the bar keep so Ron and I took matters into our own hands. After we got them out of the tavern they went and got their comrades and came after us. It was quite a battle, but I do not think they will be returning to our town again soon."

Toshimu stopped in his tracks. "You and Ron took care of the thieves by yourselves?"

"It was no big," Kim nonchalantly waved off the feat. "There were only ten or twelve of them. The bar owner was so happy he gave us our bottle of sake for free."

"You, you are really something else Kim-san," Toshimu hiccuped as he roared with laughter. "I would like to meet your Ron sometime."

"I would bring him around for you to meet but he works from dawn to dusk at the blacksmith's shop as an apprentice," Kim sighed. "We barely have any alone time for ourselves as it is."

"I understand," Toshimu said with a slightly wicked smile. "Perhaps I will meet him someday. In the meanwhile, you will join me for dinner. I have a few people from the village coming and I wish to show off my new house guest."

"I would be honored to dine with you Toshimu-san," Kim said with a bow and giggle.

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A small Japanese man who appeared to be almost a miniature Sumo Wrestler with large muscular arms but very small legs was ushered into the room by two young servants. He was followed by a taller, wiry looking young boy with golden locks. Both had their heads bowed in respect as they entered and neither look up even after they made it to the table. "Thank you for the invitation Master Toshimu," the older man intoned and bowed. "We are greatly honored you welcome us into your house for dinner."

"I am honored you accepted my invitation," Toshimu tossed at them as he bowed slightly from his seated position behind the low table. "And I think you will find this dinner most profitable Blacksmith."

"Profitable? How?" the blacksmith wondered as he and his apprentice sat down opposite their host.

"My new house guest and I will be opening a fighting school in the near future and we will need a large quantity of swords, knives, sickles and other such metal weapons." Toshimu watched as the old blacksmith's eyes widened and a grin spread across his face. "I thought you would like that," the warrior chuckled. "But I also have a special request."

"Name it," the short muscular man chimed and bragged, "I am the finest blacksmith this side of Edo!"

"I would like a special sword made."

"I have many fine blades on hand now," the blacksmith offered. "A few have been folded up to one hundred times and are razor sharp."

"No," Toshimu huffed, "not good enough!" He pulled a rock out of the puffy sleeve of his robe and tossed it across the table. "My men have found a special deposit of this mineral. I want my katana to be made from it... And I want my blade to be folded at least three hundred times!"

The blacksmith picked up the rock and turned it over in his hand as he examined it. After a minute he shook his head. "No, it can not be done. This mineral is too hard to forge into any usable blade. You would have to have a fire as hot as a volcano to melt this to begin with." He placed the rock off to the side and folded his arms defiantly. "Not to mention the fact that it would take three, no four times longer to forge and sharpen as a usual sword. I am not even sure the mineral will melt into a usable metal."

The blond apprentice picked up the rock and tossed it in the air a couple of times. "I'd like to give it a shot," he said with a big goofy grin plastered across his face.

"BAKA NA!" the old blacksmith barked at his charge. "Do not be an idiot! You have only just started to make swords and, while you have caught on quickly and your technique is somewhat respectable, you do not have the years of practice to make such a blade!"

"I apologize for my impudence," the blond boy said as he bowed to his master. Both the bow and apology appeared to be well practiced and probably used quite often.

"No," Toshimu huffed. "If the boy thinks he can succeed, let him try."

"But Master Toshimu," the blacksmith pleaded, "the job would take him away from his duties for over four months. I can not afford to have him waste his time when there are so many other things he could be doing."

"I want him to waste his time," Toshimu chuckled and grinned. "If you think his talents could be used elsewhere, then I will hire him on as my blacksmith and you can have Kenji back."

"You would give me back my old apprentice?" the blacksmith wondered aloud. "Someone who has two years experience in the trade for this boy who has only been at the furnace for a month?"

"If it would get me my special katana," Toshimu said with a huge, sly smile.

"As you wish Master Toshimu," the old blacksmith said with an equally big smile and a bow.

"Good," the warrior nodded and clapped his hand twice loudly. "We can eat now that that is out of the way."

Four dark haired young girls came in and laid the food out on the table. After making sure all was laid out just so they bowed and backed their way out of the room.

"Wait a moment," Toshimu growled. The last girl stopped in the doorway. "Where is my special house guest?"

"She was on her way Master Toshimu," the girl answered with a fearful shaky voice, "but Nooni stopped her and dragged her into the kitchen."

"Have Nooni come in here immediately!" Toshimu barked. The young girl swiftly left the room and the three men could hear her bare feet pound the wooden boards as she ran to the kitchen.

Three minute later a slightly pudgy, old, white-haired woman casually walked into the room leaving the partition door wide open. "What you waaaaant!" she screamed.

"Nooni!" the warrior harshed at the old woman as he got up and towered over her, "how many times must I tell you she is now a guest in my house and not your servant!?!"

"But she is the best worker I got," Nooni said in exasperation. "How do you expect me to cook without a decent fire in my kitchen?"

"What did you do before she came here, MOTHER?" Toshimu spoke down to the woman.

"I had a neighbor kid bring me the wood," Nooni said with a disgusted wave of her hand. "I suppoooose I can have him start again."

"Good," the warrior said as he pointed to the kitchen. "Now, I want my house GUEST in here, NOW! I am entertaining and she is to be a surprise."

"Keep your kimono on son," the old lady said with a dismissive wave of her hand. "I'll send her over right away." Nooni exited the room and slammed the paper partition shut. The three men could still hear the woman as she walked away and sighed, "The fire should be properly stoke anyway since she has been working for a half hour now."

"I beg your indulgence Blacksmith," Toshimu said as he bowed low. "My mother runs the kitchen and she thinks she is the head of the household."

"Don't they all," the blacksmith laughed. "A woman's place is in the kitchen or the bedroom, not as the head of the house. My wife has similar ideas on occasion and I have to put her in her place."

"The times are changing," Toshimu sighed. "When I was away for so long at the war Nooni took over as head of the house. When I came back she had become most headstrong. One of these days she will push me too far and I will stoke the kitchen fires with her."

The paper door opened and the auburn-haired woman shuffled in, closing the door behind her in the proper manner. "I beg your forgiveness Toshimu-san. Nooni wanted the kitchen fire just right for the meal and she Shanghaied me." She rubbed the back of her head. "Nooni is quite strong for such a small woman, but I don't think she did any damage."

"K-KP?" the young blond apprentice said in shock as he turned and saw his bride of only one day enter the room.

"Moshi-moshi Ron-kun," Kim tittered as she sat down at the end of the table between Ron and Toshimu.

"So, this is the girl you ramble on and on about my young apprentice," the blacksmith said as he turned and looked over the beautiful young girl. "I can now see why you are late to work every morning."

"Of course that will no longer be a concern of yours," the warrior sternly said to his friend the blacksmith. "His time is now mine and he will not be late for work."

"I won't?" Ron begged in shock.

"Did I miss something?" Kim wondered out loud.

"Yes Kim-san," Toshimu said as he took a sip of sake. "I have hired your Ron-kun to make a katana for me. You will tend his fire and, when you have some free time, you will be with me so we can work on our Monkey Kung Fu."

"Spankin!" Kim happily chimed.

"Booyah!" Ron said with his goofy grin beaming.

Toshimu curiously looked at the young couple. "Booyah? Spankin? What are these words?"

"Oh, they are just our special words of joy we created," Kim defined with a huge smile.

"I see," the old warrior said in deep thought before he grinned. "Spankin indeed!"