The Big Boar

A/N: To answer some of the questions people have, other than the plot, the main characters are still the same including "You-know-what". However, I promise that this will make more sense than the other one... as much sense as I can make it. If any of you are having a hard time picturing some of this, my favorite KFP artist; Anidragmire on Deviantart has some helpful imagery. =)

"PO! What trickery is this?" Exclaimed the wolf. The teenage panda laughed as he got up from the ground.

"Hey, you said we needed to get at least a majority of the cake away from you, Teach. That's what we did," Po replied with a smirk. The wolf rolled his eyes as the three other figures came out. A cloaked man decorated in the shape and appearance of a grey masked demon, a duck, and a tiger all came out of the shadows and presented their pieces of cake. "And I didn't even eat any of it," Po smirked. Teach was still irritated.

"How did you do that?" He asked.

"I call it the Backdoor technique. I made it myself," Po said pridefully, "You see, when we were fighting you, we held back. We wanted to make sure that we got pieces of the cake inside your bag. Then I came and took the bag, making you think I took the whole cake." the wolf just stared at Po and smiled.

"Well done, Po. You've really adapted to that new...training that you're going through," The wolf smirked. "And to think, we'll be parting soon." The four of them all looked sad. "Hey, don't worry about it. A thousand years go by fast outside of this world. For you guys, it will probably be two years, tops."

"Says the guy that has a life expectancy of 85,000 years," Muttered the duck. The duck was fashioned in a black ninja garment with a bow and set of arrows locked into place in his pouch. This was so he could be very maneuverable in a fight, even while doing flips the arrows didn't fall out. He had a black bandana mask on with a black Chinese woven hat, and the mask prevented anyone from seeing his eyes. It actually looked like he had no eyes. Teach rolled his eyes at the sarcastic duck.

"You guys have the same thing now, though. And I'm just 160 for your information. Still in my teens," Teach argued. "You guys will be fine without me."

"Just please come back," The masked man said. This one had a sword by his side and black gloves on that could allow his claws to come out. His purple pants and black vest were a contrast to his white cape. "Dead Shot becomes unbearable when he's coaching us."

"Haha, Tai-gee," Said Dead Shot to the masked man, "I forgot to laugh," the black-clothed duck muttered.

"Well, you can start now," said the tiger. Dead Shot glared at the usually silent tiger as the others laughed.

"Shut up, Saber," Dead Shot muttered. The tiger was buff and big as one would imagine. He wore a white vest on to match his black pants and an identical sword to the masked man's sword.

"Just promise you'll be back," Po asked.

"I promise. And Po, Po-"

"Po?" Tigress said, shaking Po awake.

"I'm sorry, what happened?"

"You were daydreaming again," Tigress said.

"Right."

"What is Teach?"

"Huh?"

"You kept mumbling it in your sleep," Tigress explained. Po's eyes widened, but he simply shrugged signaling he didn't know, which was a lie. "Po, are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine, really I am," Po sighed, getting up. Then a question came to his mind. "Are you?"

"Me?"

"You're not usually this worried about me," Po said truthfully. Tigress's face turned angry as Po fished around to save himself. "III mean... you don't usually ask me stuff like this."

"Po, I worry about you a lot," Tigress said sternly, emphasizing her point with her death stare, making Po gulp. "Don't ever think that I don't care simply because I don't show it."

"I never meant it like that!" Po exclaimed. Tigress held her stare. "Okay, maybe a little, which would be a lot. I'm sorry."

"Po, there are many feelings I... feel that I don't show, but never think I don't care about you," Tigress replied. Po smiled.

"Thank you, Tigress," Po replied. Just then, Zeng popped into the room with a different kind of worried face.

"We have a visitor and he's not happy," Zeng said. The duck never seemed this calm yet urgent during these things, the tiger noticed. Po and Tigress rushed down the stairs to see a Wild Boar parading through the village, smashing everything in his path. He came to Mr. Ping's shop, who treated him just like a normal customer.

"Hello, may I help you?" The goose said calmly as the people behind him cowered.

"I AM Batukhan! I seek a white tiger to destroy for ruining my reign," the boar roared. Mr. Ping's eyes widened as did Po's.

"Oh no," Po muttered in a panic. "Wait, he's looking for a white tiger," Po said to himself. Po gave his father a sign to stall Batukhan.

"Well, there isn't a white tiger here, but I can help you with the finest food in China. Sit right here," Mr. Ping said quickly pulling the Wild Boar into the shop, sitting him down, and tying a bib around his neck.

"I have no time for-" Batukhan stopped short when Mr. Ping stuffed some food in his mouth.

"That's just my noodle soup. We also have the best bean buns, dumplings, and radish porridge ever," Mr. Ping hastily said, dashing in and out of the kitchen to give the boar more food.

"This is incredible," Batukhan exclaimed, eating as much as he could. Mr. Ping slipped something into his food to get him to sleep off the food.

"What is your father doing?" Tigress asked, peaking from the entryway.

"You'll see," Po smiled as Batukhan ate the last food and started snoring. "Alright, it's clear." the two walked into the shop with Mr. Ping. The goose looked at his son.

"Po, who is this?" Ping asked.

"Batukhan used to be the tyrannical ruler of the Mongolian Horde. That was before his army was...mysteriously wiped out," Po replied, poking the boar to make sure he was asleep.

"Stop that," Tigress muttered, slapping his hand away. "How do you know so much about him? And why is he here?"

"He was reported to have died in the snow after a large blast wiped out all of his armies, but I guess that didn't work," Po grimly said.

"That's not all of what I asked."

"Huh?"

"I asked, how do you know him so much?"

"Oh! I... um... have friends who regularly go to Mongolia," Po stumbled with a cheesy smile. Tigress stared at Po then looked at the boar.

"Who was the white tiger that he was talking about?" Tigress asked. Po shrugged.

"I don't know," Po sighed. "Come on, let's get him to prison and then we'll have dinner. We're having fried dumpling today!" Po said excitedly. Tigress rolled her eyes as she helped Po pick up the boar and carry him to prison. As they came back, Po thought to himself in quiet. "Heh, Mongolia, so many memories." he thought to himself.

To Be Continued...