Chapter 45
The Emperor was mad. For, he was no longer the Emperor, thanks to Martha. But, he wouldn't give up his throne too easily. Like a child, he sat on the seat of the throne, gripping the edges, kicking and screaming when the royal guards, with bright smiles on their faces, happy to be rid of his Royal Pervertedness, had to drag him off the Throne. The question, though, was who'd be the next Emperor?
"Didn't the Emperor have any sons? Any good ones?" Martha asked the Boboshis.
"None," the Boboshis said. "He's only had himself, hogging the Throne. Who will be our next Emperor? Ask Seiryu. He'll know what to do."
With that, Martha went to the shrine to pray for the answer of whom the new Emperor of Kutou would be.
Miss UOTS would like to intervene right here to let you all know that I am very religious and would never bow down to any other gods but my Lord Yahweh. (Yeah, the Christian God, you know Him! ( ) But, because it'd make the story too complicated to try and fix things, I'm just going to assume in this way. Just thought you'd like to know!
Thus, Seiryu opened the mouth of the dragon statue, and it began to talk:
"You must search the kingdom high and low for the perfect new Emperor," it told her.
"Search the entire Kingdom?" Martha said. "I have no time for that!"
"You must search the entire Kingdom or else . . . and by the way, the Lone Wolf Warrior is awaiting you and your Seishi for the Final Battle along the borders of Konan and Kutou. Pass it on."
Martha growled, and pulled a cell phone out of her robes.
In Konan, a ringing to the tune of Martha's theme came from deep within Kristin's robes. She reached in and pulled out her cell while everyone just stared on.
"Hello?"
"Kristin, it's me, Martha. Priestess of Seiryu? Damsel number 2? I've got news."
"What?"
"Lone Wolf Warrior at border of Konan and Kutou, awaiting for Priestesses and their Seishi for the Final Battle. Be there or be square."
"Gotcha."
Kristin put the phone away, and an Official burst into the room, screaming, "It's the Lone Wolf Warrior! He's awaiting the Final Battle on the borders of Konan and Kutou! Your majesty, what do we do?!"
"Hey," Kristin said, "that was my line. But, whatever."
"The Final Battle?" Hotohori asked. The Suzaku Seishi are exactly where we left them, by the way. Still in the Throne Room, where they're all just standing around, twiddling their thumbs. "What exactly is this Final Battle?"
"We're not sure," Caitlin said. "All we know is that in our last encounter with him, he was going on and on about some Ancient Wolf Scroll, and how there's supposed to be a Final Battle where he gains Seven Warriors. He's going to choose the remaining five from both Suzaku and Seiryu. Remember, Tamahome and Ashitare have already been picked. Phil and Katie are apparently NOT considered Warriors."
"They should be," Kristin said. "At least that would take our count down to three."
"And if we just give him Soi," Nuriko said, shoving Soi's head back down in the bag, "then our count will be reduced to two."
"So, we'd only worry about loosing two of our number," Chiriko said. "But this Final Battle sounds hard. I don't want to loose and become one of the Lone Wolf Warrior's . . . Warriors. Gee, that sound redundant."
"But it may not be our numbers we loose," Chichiri said. "Perhaps he'd take two Seiryu. Perhaps the twins would loose the Final Battle. Or those two weird ones, Tomo and Miboshi."
"At least we know who probably ISN'T going to loose the Final Battle," Nuriko said, and Hotohori nodded his head.
"And yet, if the Nakago gets him down in the first blow . . . then perhaps we wouldn't have to worry about loosing any of our numbers whatsoever. We could take back Tamahome, and the Seiryu . . . well, I don't know whether they really wanted Ashitare back or not."
"You're right, Your Highness," Chichiri said. "We should also focus on getting back our numbers, not merely worrying about loosing them."
"Then, we should really be getting out into the Final Battle, shouldn't we?" Kristin said.
"Yeah, let's go take care of that Wolf Lone Warrior!" (As if you don't know who said that)
Pretty soon, the center of attention was the border of Konan and Kutou, and both Suzaku and Seiryu stood, facing each other, with the Lone Wolf Warrior no where in sight.
Kristin stood in front of the Suzaku Seven, dressed in her robes of white, and her sword in hand. Hotohori stood to her left, his sword out, and ready to put down the Lone Wolf Warrior, once and for all. Behind them, Caitlin and Tasuki were standing ready with their fans, faces beaming and blood pumping for action. Then, behind them, from left to right, stood Chichiri, Nuriko, Mitsukake and Chirko. All stood tall and confident looks were on their faces, even Chiriko. They were awaiting the Final Battle with a good feeling in their hearts.
Martha stood in front of her Warriors, with no weapons in hand but her bruised body and sore heart. Behind her stood the twins, and behind them, from left to right, stood Tomo, Kailein, Miboshi and Makiko. Nakago was no where in sight.
Kristin noticed this right away, and stammered, "Where's Nakago? Isn't he supposed to be here?"
Martha just looked her friend in the face with an expression of pity.
"I told him to come," she said in a quiet, scratchy voice. "He . . . he isn't here yet, I guess."
All the Suzaku's sweat dropped. The Seiryu's were in a pitiful state. Martha was bruised from the Emperor's cruel hand. Suboshi was still in bandages from the fight with Ashitare, one of his one number. Tomo and Miboshi still held their scars from attacks made by the Lone Wolf Warrior, and Tomo was gathering a twitch above his left eye.
"They're one man shorter than us," Chiriko said. "Perhaps we should . . . "
"Very well," Kristin said, and gave the signal to Nuriko. Nuriko grabbed the large bag at his feet, and threw it over to the Seiryu. The bag landed with a thump, and a muffled scream.
Martha gently untied the bag and Soi's head poked out, gasping for air.
"Soi!" Amiboshi exclaimed.
"Sauce!" Suboshi said in turn.
"Let me outta here!" she cried. Martha ripped the bag open, and Soi toppled out. She got to her feet and stretched her hands way up into the air.
"It's time for the Final Battle, Soi Sauce," Martha said.
"I can see that," Soi said, rather harshly. "I'm gonna whoop some Lone Wolf Warrior Ass! Soi Sauce is back in action!"
The twins smiled. At least it was something.
"How pathetic you all are," said a voice. Martha and Kristin turned their heads at once to see the Lone Wolf Warrior appear out of nowhere, with Phil craddling his huge Tuba, Katie polishing her flute, Tamaafro brandishing a whip, and Ashitare baring his fangs and claws.
"The Final Battle has begun!" the Lone Wolf Warrior declared. "I shall finally get my Seven Warriors from the beings who stand before me today!"
"Not so fast," Kristin said. "You'd better consider both Katie and Phil our warriors, because that would only make sense! What else do you count them as? You're only gong to claim three of us . . . or at least that's what you'll try for!"
The Lone Wolf Warrior stopped, turned and looked at his four companions, turned back around and said, "You're right. I DO have four with me already . . . I just need three more. Thank you for correcting my math. So, let's see, how should we begin? I will pair a Suzaku against a Seiryu, and the looser shall be mine."
"Why do you want - " Suboshi started, but Martha stepped on his foot.
"The looser you'll get, then," Martha said quickly.
"Excellent," the Lone Wolf Warrior replied, rubbing his hands together. "Then, for my first match, I want . . . oh, is that stupid general not here? What a shame. Alright then, Hotohori, Emperor of Konan versus . . . Soi, beauty of the Lightening."
"Oh, great," Soi muttered. "I know exactly where this is leading to."
Hotohori brandished his sword against Soi. Soi threw up her hands, and screamed her words (he, he . . . miss UOTS doesn't know the magic words of Soi Sauce) and issued lightening from the sky to fall upon the Sword of Hotohori. Hotohori winced in pain as the electric shock rang through his sword to his body. He fell to his knees, trying to catch his breath.
"Ha, ha, you pathetic Emperor," Soi cried out. "I'll take you down with one more shot."
Hotohori got to his knees as Soi screamed her magic words (not please) and issued forth another lightening bolt. This time, Hotohori held his sword high up in the air, and the bolt of lightening caught it, and with all the strength he could muster within himself, he threw the lightening back at Soi, sending her to her knees in pain.
With anger in his eyes, Hotohori lunged at Soi, who barely managed to jump out of the way. Soi spun around, facing Hotohori, his sword pointing down at her. "You . . . you wouldn't even apologize to your own Priestess!" he cried. Martha gasped, because she felt it would be appropriate to.
"And?" Soi asked. "What's that to you?"
"Your Priestess!" he cried. "The one you were born to protect! What do you think that character on your thigh stands for? You're a Warrior for her, and you couldn't find apology for her, even though a pathetic Boboshi could!"
"Oi," Martha spoke up, "Boboshi's aren't pathetic. They have cool powers in which they can hang upside down on the ceiling and can talk through their cloaks, and stuff like that, yeah!"
Everyone sweat dropped, not knowing what Martha was getting at and decided to ignore it completely.
"I don't care about it at all!" Soi cried, and pushed Hotohori's sword out of the way. She jumped up and kicked him hard, sending him to the ground.
"Hotohori!" Kristin cried.
Soi sent her arms up to the sky again to call down yet another lightening bolt, but Hotohori was quick, and sent his sword through her abdomen.
Soi coughed, feeling the pain in her stomach, and dropped to her knees.
"Ah!" Martha cried, "You weren't supposed to kill her!"
"After all she's said and done to you!" Hotohori exclaimed, "and you still don't want her dead!"
"Never!" Martha said, "I always believe in giving everyone a second chance! Besides, it's not your right to take away another's life!"
"She'll live," Mitsukake said. "He didn't hit anything vital. It's all up to her will to survive."
The Lone Wolf Warrior chuckled, came up to Soi and craddled her in his arms. "Don't worry my sweet. I'll have you cured in no time. In the meanwhile, enjoy yourself as one of my company. You will never be known as Soi Sauce again, but shall be now known as . . . Soi Wolf!"
He threw some magic powder on her that closed her wound, and her eyes. She fell asleep on the ground, resting in peace.
Hotohori stood at Kristin's side as the Lone Wolf Warrior went on to say, "Good, good. So, you still have your Hotohori. He has past the test. But there's still so much more battle to go! Muh-ha ha ha!"
So, who's going to be the next pairing? Tune in tomorrow for Tasuki, the Fire Eater versus Suboshi, the Yo-yo Boy (blame the Lone Wolf Warrior for the silly names)
The Emperor was mad. For, he was no longer the Emperor, thanks to Martha. But, he wouldn't give up his throne too easily. Like a child, he sat on the seat of the throne, gripping the edges, kicking and screaming when the royal guards, with bright smiles on their faces, happy to be rid of his Royal Pervertedness, had to drag him off the Throne. The question, though, was who'd be the next Emperor?
"Didn't the Emperor have any sons? Any good ones?" Martha asked the Boboshis.
"None," the Boboshis said. "He's only had himself, hogging the Throne. Who will be our next Emperor? Ask Seiryu. He'll know what to do."
With that, Martha went to the shrine to pray for the answer of whom the new Emperor of Kutou would be.
Miss UOTS would like to intervene right here to let you all know that I am very religious and would never bow down to any other gods but my Lord Yahweh. (Yeah, the Christian God, you know Him! ( ) But, because it'd make the story too complicated to try and fix things, I'm just going to assume in this way. Just thought you'd like to know!
Thus, Seiryu opened the mouth of the dragon statue, and it began to talk:
"You must search the kingdom high and low for the perfect new Emperor," it told her.
"Search the entire Kingdom?" Martha said. "I have no time for that!"
"You must search the entire Kingdom or else . . . and by the way, the Lone Wolf Warrior is awaiting you and your Seishi for the Final Battle along the borders of Konan and Kutou. Pass it on."
Martha growled, and pulled a cell phone out of her robes.
In Konan, a ringing to the tune of Martha's theme came from deep within Kristin's robes. She reached in and pulled out her cell while everyone just stared on.
"Hello?"
"Kristin, it's me, Martha. Priestess of Seiryu? Damsel number 2? I've got news."
"What?"
"Lone Wolf Warrior at border of Konan and Kutou, awaiting for Priestesses and their Seishi for the Final Battle. Be there or be square."
"Gotcha."
Kristin put the phone away, and an Official burst into the room, screaming, "It's the Lone Wolf Warrior! He's awaiting the Final Battle on the borders of Konan and Kutou! Your majesty, what do we do?!"
"Hey," Kristin said, "that was my line. But, whatever."
"The Final Battle?" Hotohori asked. The Suzaku Seishi are exactly where we left them, by the way. Still in the Throne Room, where they're all just standing around, twiddling their thumbs. "What exactly is this Final Battle?"
"We're not sure," Caitlin said. "All we know is that in our last encounter with him, he was going on and on about some Ancient Wolf Scroll, and how there's supposed to be a Final Battle where he gains Seven Warriors. He's going to choose the remaining five from both Suzaku and Seiryu. Remember, Tamahome and Ashitare have already been picked. Phil and Katie are apparently NOT considered Warriors."
"They should be," Kristin said. "At least that would take our count down to three."
"And if we just give him Soi," Nuriko said, shoving Soi's head back down in the bag, "then our count will be reduced to two."
"So, we'd only worry about loosing two of our number," Chiriko said. "But this Final Battle sounds hard. I don't want to loose and become one of the Lone Wolf Warrior's . . . Warriors. Gee, that sound redundant."
"But it may not be our numbers we loose," Chichiri said. "Perhaps he'd take two Seiryu. Perhaps the twins would loose the Final Battle. Or those two weird ones, Tomo and Miboshi."
"At least we know who probably ISN'T going to loose the Final Battle," Nuriko said, and Hotohori nodded his head.
"And yet, if the Nakago gets him down in the first blow . . . then perhaps we wouldn't have to worry about loosing any of our numbers whatsoever. We could take back Tamahome, and the Seiryu . . . well, I don't know whether they really wanted Ashitare back or not."
"You're right, Your Highness," Chichiri said. "We should also focus on getting back our numbers, not merely worrying about loosing them."
"Then, we should really be getting out into the Final Battle, shouldn't we?" Kristin said.
"Yeah, let's go take care of that Wolf Lone Warrior!" (As if you don't know who said that)
Pretty soon, the center of attention was the border of Konan and Kutou, and both Suzaku and Seiryu stood, facing each other, with the Lone Wolf Warrior no where in sight.
Kristin stood in front of the Suzaku Seven, dressed in her robes of white, and her sword in hand. Hotohori stood to her left, his sword out, and ready to put down the Lone Wolf Warrior, once and for all. Behind them, Caitlin and Tasuki were standing ready with their fans, faces beaming and blood pumping for action. Then, behind them, from left to right, stood Chichiri, Nuriko, Mitsukake and Chirko. All stood tall and confident looks were on their faces, even Chiriko. They were awaiting the Final Battle with a good feeling in their hearts.
Martha stood in front of her Warriors, with no weapons in hand but her bruised body and sore heart. Behind her stood the twins, and behind them, from left to right, stood Tomo, Kailein, Miboshi and Makiko. Nakago was no where in sight.
Kristin noticed this right away, and stammered, "Where's Nakago? Isn't he supposed to be here?"
Martha just looked her friend in the face with an expression of pity.
"I told him to come," she said in a quiet, scratchy voice. "He . . . he isn't here yet, I guess."
All the Suzaku's sweat dropped. The Seiryu's were in a pitiful state. Martha was bruised from the Emperor's cruel hand. Suboshi was still in bandages from the fight with Ashitare, one of his one number. Tomo and Miboshi still held their scars from attacks made by the Lone Wolf Warrior, and Tomo was gathering a twitch above his left eye.
"They're one man shorter than us," Chiriko said. "Perhaps we should . . . "
"Very well," Kristin said, and gave the signal to Nuriko. Nuriko grabbed the large bag at his feet, and threw it over to the Seiryu. The bag landed with a thump, and a muffled scream.
Martha gently untied the bag and Soi's head poked out, gasping for air.
"Soi!" Amiboshi exclaimed.
"Sauce!" Suboshi said in turn.
"Let me outta here!" she cried. Martha ripped the bag open, and Soi toppled out. She got to her feet and stretched her hands way up into the air.
"It's time for the Final Battle, Soi Sauce," Martha said.
"I can see that," Soi said, rather harshly. "I'm gonna whoop some Lone Wolf Warrior Ass! Soi Sauce is back in action!"
The twins smiled. At least it was something.
"How pathetic you all are," said a voice. Martha and Kristin turned their heads at once to see the Lone Wolf Warrior appear out of nowhere, with Phil craddling his huge Tuba, Katie polishing her flute, Tamaafro brandishing a whip, and Ashitare baring his fangs and claws.
"The Final Battle has begun!" the Lone Wolf Warrior declared. "I shall finally get my Seven Warriors from the beings who stand before me today!"
"Not so fast," Kristin said. "You'd better consider both Katie and Phil our warriors, because that would only make sense! What else do you count them as? You're only gong to claim three of us . . . or at least that's what you'll try for!"
The Lone Wolf Warrior stopped, turned and looked at his four companions, turned back around and said, "You're right. I DO have four with me already . . . I just need three more. Thank you for correcting my math. So, let's see, how should we begin? I will pair a Suzaku against a Seiryu, and the looser shall be mine."
"Why do you want - " Suboshi started, but Martha stepped on his foot.
"The looser you'll get, then," Martha said quickly.
"Excellent," the Lone Wolf Warrior replied, rubbing his hands together. "Then, for my first match, I want . . . oh, is that stupid general not here? What a shame. Alright then, Hotohori, Emperor of Konan versus . . . Soi, beauty of the Lightening."
"Oh, great," Soi muttered. "I know exactly where this is leading to."
Hotohori brandished his sword against Soi. Soi threw up her hands, and screamed her words (he, he . . . miss UOTS doesn't know the magic words of Soi Sauce) and issued lightening from the sky to fall upon the Sword of Hotohori. Hotohori winced in pain as the electric shock rang through his sword to his body. He fell to his knees, trying to catch his breath.
"Ha, ha, you pathetic Emperor," Soi cried out. "I'll take you down with one more shot."
Hotohori got to his knees as Soi screamed her magic words (not please) and issued forth another lightening bolt. This time, Hotohori held his sword high up in the air, and the bolt of lightening caught it, and with all the strength he could muster within himself, he threw the lightening back at Soi, sending her to her knees in pain.
With anger in his eyes, Hotohori lunged at Soi, who barely managed to jump out of the way. Soi spun around, facing Hotohori, his sword pointing down at her. "You . . . you wouldn't even apologize to your own Priestess!" he cried. Martha gasped, because she felt it would be appropriate to.
"And?" Soi asked. "What's that to you?"
"Your Priestess!" he cried. "The one you were born to protect! What do you think that character on your thigh stands for? You're a Warrior for her, and you couldn't find apology for her, even though a pathetic Boboshi could!"
"Oi," Martha spoke up, "Boboshi's aren't pathetic. They have cool powers in which they can hang upside down on the ceiling and can talk through their cloaks, and stuff like that, yeah!"
Everyone sweat dropped, not knowing what Martha was getting at and decided to ignore it completely.
"I don't care about it at all!" Soi cried, and pushed Hotohori's sword out of the way. She jumped up and kicked him hard, sending him to the ground.
"Hotohori!" Kristin cried.
Soi sent her arms up to the sky again to call down yet another lightening bolt, but Hotohori was quick, and sent his sword through her abdomen.
Soi coughed, feeling the pain in her stomach, and dropped to her knees.
"Ah!" Martha cried, "You weren't supposed to kill her!"
"After all she's said and done to you!" Hotohori exclaimed, "and you still don't want her dead!"
"Never!" Martha said, "I always believe in giving everyone a second chance! Besides, it's not your right to take away another's life!"
"She'll live," Mitsukake said. "He didn't hit anything vital. It's all up to her will to survive."
The Lone Wolf Warrior chuckled, came up to Soi and craddled her in his arms. "Don't worry my sweet. I'll have you cured in no time. In the meanwhile, enjoy yourself as one of my company. You will never be known as Soi Sauce again, but shall be now known as . . . Soi Wolf!"
He threw some magic powder on her that closed her wound, and her eyes. She fell asleep on the ground, resting in peace.
Hotohori stood at Kristin's side as the Lone Wolf Warrior went on to say, "Good, good. So, you still have your Hotohori. He has past the test. But there's still so much more battle to go! Muh-ha ha ha!"
So, who's going to be the next pairing? Tune in tomorrow for Tasuki, the Fire Eater versus Suboshi, the Yo-yo Boy (blame the Lone Wolf Warrior for the silly names)