The next morning, Kion was sighing and snoring softly in his sleep, and Kiara had her big, long arm bringing her little brother close to her as she was sleeping. Kovu was on the other side of Kiara, snoring a little louder than the two siblings together. The sun was slowly rising over Pride Rock, and the bird's were chirping within the scattered trees in the savanna. Mufasa was smiling down at the horizons of his former home in cloud form, and Simba was up and ready, along with Nala as well. Both of them looked at the sleeping three, and smiled warmly at how peaceful they looked in their warm, soft slumber.

Simba was more than happy and humble to walk up to Kion, sighing deeply. "Kion." Simba whispered to his son in a sing-song voice. "Kion, time to get up, son."

the cub began to stir and yawned, bearing his sharp teeth, he opened his eyes and immediately saw his dad looking at him, quite close to his little face that it was starting to invade his personal space. Simba's smile was large and beaded his teeth as he did it, looking quite eager about something. "Ah!" He helped as he was startled by Simba's rather creepy smile.

Kiara and Kovu immediately ahottheir eyes open and made a scream of their own. "What? What? What's going on?" Kiara said

"Is it a crocodile attack?" Kovu added.

Both Simba And Nala couldn't help but chuckle at the rather funny wake up call. "It's alright. Nothing to worry about here." Said Nala.

"Sorry I scared you Kion," simba explained to him. "But it's time for your hunting lesson today."

Kion's ears immediately perked up and was fully awake and energetic now. "Awesome! What are we hunting?"

"Calm down, Kion." Said Simba. "Remember you're still a cub, it's not like you are trying to hunt for a buffalo, eland, or a rhino because they are way too big for you."

"I know." Kion smirked. "What can I hunt?"

"come with me out to the fields and we'll see what you can hunt out there." His father instructed. "Now Nala, I can trust you to keep an eye on the place, right?"

"Oh Simba, you know I am your mate." The Queen Said.

"I know, I was just messing with you."

"Kion, can you please be careful out there? I don't want you to get blinded by a spitting cobra, or gored by a buffalo horn, or attacked by jackals, or-"

"Mom, it's okay." Kion Said. "I'll be just fine. I have the Roar of the Elders, remember? And dad is the king of the Pride Lands after all."

Nala still had her motherly instincts in her about Kion since all mothers can worry about their offspring, even when they grow up."

"Yes Nala." Simba Agreed. "Our son is the leader of the Lion Guard, too. And it's exactly why I am proud of him for that."

Nala made a small, knowing that her son was fierce. "Look, i'm sorry Kion, But I only worry about you because I love you." And the lioness couldn't help herself but pull her son close to her.

"Ah, mom." Kion groaned. "Not in front of everybody."

"Sorry." Nala remarked. "You just know that I love you. And all I want is for you to be safe, and taken care of, like a good mother would do."

"Thanks mom." Kion Said. "But like I said, I have the roar of the elders and it can scare any bad guys away."

"Not unless they are full-grown elephants, or the ghost of Scar." Vitani teased, coming inside the main part of the rock.

"Vitani." Simba said in a mildly stern voice.

"Sis, shouldn't you be looking for your own breakfast or something?" Kovu asked.

"Yes, mother." Vitani rudely replied.

"Vitani!" Simba repeated in a more stern voice, looking quite serious this time. Vitani had a small look of fear of her face. She knew that the king of the Pride Lands himself wasn't fooling around, and didn't want to risk banishment again. "Please." the king remarked in a far more calmed voice. "You promised you would go easier on Kion."

"Sorry about her, Simba." Kovu remarked. "Vitani was kind of the same with me when we were cubs."

"Hey!" she said. "I wouldn't do those kind of things to you at times. I always looked after you." looking back at Simba and Nala, she remarked "Come one, we kinda grew up in the outlands, can you blame me?"

"Touche." Simba agreed. "Point well taken since I banished you, Nuka, Kovu, and your mother to the outlands." Simba said, feeling a little guilty. "So it's technically kinda my fault. Anyway, come on Kion, we'll start our hunting training outside of Pride Rock, near the gazelle fields."

"OK dad." then the young cub followed his father out of Pride Rock, and saw many types of other animals. It ranged from leaping hartebeest's and a small group of bush elephants marching past Kion and Simba, both feeling thumping and shaking with every gigantic step. It was about a few miles away from their home, and as they continued walking, they also saw a small herd of white rhinos passing by them too, galloping instead of walking like elephants would.

"Ah, good morning, Simba." said the leader. He had larger horns and looked more whiter than the rest of his family.

"Good morning, Chikelu." Simba replied warmly. "How are you and your herd today?"

"Doing just fine, thank you for asking." And the large rhino looked at the young cub. "Ah, and hello to you, Kion." he kindly said.

"Hey Chikelu." Kion sad. "You all migrating?"

"Oh no, my boy." Chikelu stated firmly with a hearty chuckle. "Migration season doesn't start until many more months from now. Tell me, are you and the Lion Guard still keeping the Pride Lands at peace?"

"Of course. Nothing bad has happened, just Janja and his friends causing some usual havoc yesterday."

The rhino made a grunt of irritation. "Terrific, and I thought those three hyenas serving Scar were bad enough, but these guys just reached a whole new level of annoying."

"I know, right?" Kion agreed. "Where are you all heading to?"

"Just out for a little drink at the watering hole." the old rhino said. Coming in between him was his son, Kifaru, who was just starting to grow his two horns on his nose. "Ah, Kifaru, I thought you would squeeze your way out of the others. Bravo, son."

"Thanks dad." said the rhino calf. "Hello Kion."

"Hey Kifaru."

"You guys going out for a little hunting practice?"

"Indeed, Kifaru." Simba remarked kindly. "As a matter of fact, me and my son better get going to the perfect place to practice. Come on, Kion."

"OK dad. See you later Chikelu. And Kifaru, you want to play with me later?"

"Yeah! That would be fun. We can play near the river." Said the rhino calf. "Can I play with him later, dad?"

Chikelu made a humble laugh and said "of course you can, my young boy."

"Well come on, Kion. Duikers and or gazelles or zebras don't hunt themselves, you know?" Simba said. Both species said their byes and the rhinos continued their little journey to a nearby watering hole to drink from.

It took a little while, but the king managed to find the perfect spot to show his son proper hunting skills as a lion. "Is this the place?" Kion asked.

"Yep. This is the perfect spot. Now. You might have known this, but the grass gives yoy stealth when it comes to tracking your prey. As long as you keep yourself down, they won't know where you would strike from behind."

"Right." Kion remarked, trying to stay focused.

"Hello sire!" Said a British voice. It was the majordomo, Zazu himself. "Ah, I see you are teaching your son how to hunt."

"Hey Zazu." Simba remarked to his loyal servant. "How does it look in the lands?"

"Just perfect sire." Zazu said. "Would you like to hear how it all looks?"

"Of course."

The hornbill turned around as he peeked over many parts of the Pride Lands. "Now, there is no attack from that dreaded Janja or his friends on any animal today, and-"

While Zazu was pradling on about this information, Simba had a devilish smile on his face. "OK Kion, when it comes to pouncing, you have to be absolutely quiet. Do not make a sound.

His sound made an evil smile of his own, and slowly crept his way behind the unsuspecting hornbill. At the right moment, he lept at the majordomo with full force, causing the hornbill to emit a funny scream in surprise.

"Gotcha!" Kion sai, pinning Zazu with his paws.

Simba made a laugh and replied "Good Kion, good. Just like how me ad my dad would do."

And his son got off of Zazu. "Gets me every time."

"Oh come on!" The hornbill complained. "You highness, must I always go through this pouncing lesson every time you bring your son out here to hunt wth? It's really embarrassing."

"Ah come on Zazu, lighten up." Kion said. "It's kinda fun doing that. Besides it's good practice since yoy don't run away. Or fly away"

"Lighten up?" Zazu said in offense. "Lighten up!? There are other animal to try and pounce on, yoy onow?"

"Zazu!" Simba scolded. "Come on. I am the king, and Kion's right. Yoy really need to learn how to take a prank or a joke."

"Oh very well." The bird sighed. "Anywho, I better go look at how the outlands are doing."

"Good idea Zazu." Simba said. Then the hornbill went off into the sky, heading off into the outlands, leaving Kion and Simba alone together as father and son.

"So anyway, who don't you go look for any prey that is not too big for you, but the roght size."

"What can I hunt, dad?"

"You can hunt gazelles, dik-diks, duikers, zebra foals, buffalo bulls, anything small that you want to eat."

"Awesome! Thanks dad.

"And don't go to far, okay? I want too keep track of you."

"No problem." Then the cub ran off into the grass to look fo any prey that would be easy for him to catch. He knew that if he used his special roar, then it would scare every animal away. Therefore, h needed to do this the old fashioned way: using the element of surprise.

For a long ten minutes, Kion peeked over the grass at his surroundings, and finally saw a small, blue duiker just grazing and minding his own business. The cub smiled and quietly sneaked his way through the grass without the antelope noticing him.

At last, he was close enough to try and pounce on him it full force. He held his breath in so long, that he could hear the sound of his heart beating. Finally. He pounced and saw that it actually wasn't the duiker, it was an African wild dog pup. Kion fidn't hurt him of course, for he only just tackled him by surprise.

His eyes shot wide open, and the dog never looked so scared in his life. "Oh my gosh. I am so sorry." And he immediately let th pup go.

He got up on his feet, and still looked terrified. "Please." It begged. "Please don't hurt me."

"No no no, i'm not gonna hurt you. I thought you were duiker. Please let me explain." He tried to reach out his paw at him but the pup took a few steps back.

"No! Get away from me!" Then he ran off.

Kion followed him afterwards. "No wait! Come back!" He ran and ran to tell the pup that it was all just away misunderstanding and wouldn't mean to scare him like that. That painted dog pup was fast.

"Help!" Said the pup. "Help me! I'm being attacked!"

Kion tried to go after the poor pup on and on to tell him everything will be okay and tell him he was sorry."

"Please just let me talk to you!" He called. All of a sudden, a pack of older wild dogs ambushed Kion from the brush, and looked at Kion.

"What's going on here, Okove?" Said the largest one who was male.

"Daddy, you gotta help me! This lion was trying to eat me!"

"What?!" All the wile dogs exclaimed in shock and anger.

"No! No! I wasn't trying to-"

"How dare you try to eat my own son?" Said the male. It turns out he was the alpha male. He and the other painted dogs all growled, baring their teeth at poor Kion, creeping their way towards him, looking like they want to rip him to shreds.

Kion backed away in complete terror, but suddenly tripped. He laid on his back as the dogs approached him menacingly. It looked like this was the end for him.