Chapter 45: The Air Assassin Part 1

Brawler was keeping his eyes on the screen, learning to juggle his new water and earth powers. The constant sound of soft pounding clogging his ears. "Oh my god. What the hell are you doing?!" Turning his head, he could see Swordfighter practicing his fighting skills on pillows, with Gunner as his audience.

"I'm practicing." Said the blonde.

"Again?!" Spoke Brawler. "For how long?"

"When you started training with your powers." Answered the female Mii.

"You know, you're going to tear yourself apart if you keep practicing. Ever try taking a break? It'll do wonders." Lectured Brawler.

"If I want to best person I can be, I need to sharpen my skills." Sword kicked the pillow to the side. "It's kind of hypocritical when you say that, even though you been "trying out the combos" for hours."

"It's been less than an hour, get it right." Said Brawler. "Why are you getting defensive all of a sudden. From a guy like you, I expected more confidence."

"None of your business. Are you going to play or are you going to waste all of our time by not proceeding?" He gestured to the entire room before tilting his head to the side, as if to say: "What's the hold up?"

The fist-fighter grumbled. "Yeah, keep being a ass. Just makes me motivated to shove my foot up yours. Gunner come over here, I need a second pair of eyes when I'm fighting the boss."

"Oh! Sure. Coming right away." She hurried to the chair that Brawler was sitting and placed herself on the floor. Leaving Sword off to his own devices. When everything was in order, he pressed "start."

It started off with a scene of Kung Fury sprinted away from a horde of angry people. "Though he cherished the victory, the same couldn't be said for the subjects of the Water Princess." Said the voice. "Once he exited to the main road, he discovered he was surrounded by an angry mob, wanting to tear his body apart like tissue paper. He ran away, miraculously without as much as a scratch on him."

The fighter was walking through the night, passing by a farm. "Unfortunately, he burned out all of his energy making his great escape. With his fuel exhausted, he collapsed to the dirt, unconscious." Kung Fury had slumped to the floor in a cold sweat, still alive, but barely holding on. In the distance, a man from the shadows slowly came forth to the fighter.

The narrator continued, "Waking up he found himself on a clean bed. Wonder what happened to him, he searched the house and found his savior. A lone farmer eating breakfast in the living room."

"Oh, good to see you're awake." Said the farmer, he was wearing blue overalls, a green shirt, and had a brown beard. "I was worried you'd croaked in your sleep."

"Sleep? How are you and what did-" He suddenly remember last night. "Hell, did I pass out?" He said to himself.

"Yep, you did. Right in my front yard. Gave me quite the shock, you already looked like a ghost." He slid his bowl into the sink and went to raise a hand. "My name is Ely by the way, nice to meet you."

Fury was hesitant to do so. He didn't like interacting with strangers, but given the fact that this man saved his life, he obliged. "The name's Kung Fury, the most famous fighter in the world."

"Really, never knew."

"You never knew?"

"No."

"I'm among the most talked about people in the planet, (Or at least I was.) How could you not have heard of me?"

"I don't really pay attention to the media, in fact I don't watch TV at all. Got too much work to do."

"I see." Fury acknowledged, he clicked the tongue in his mouth before he'd formed the words in his mind. "This may seem like an obvious question but, am I in the farm lands?"

"Yep, rural country over here. Ha." The farmer noticed the frown "What's with the sad look on your face, is something wrong?"

"What? Oh, I'm just uh… Think back what happened, before I came here I mean. Still can't believe I survived."

"Survived what?"

"It's nothing, you probably wouldn't understand."

"I can understand given context, wait hold on." The farmer narrowed his eyes. "You're not a criminal or an escaped convict are you?"

"No, at least not legally."

"Not legally?"

"It's a long story."

"I have time."

"I don't feel like this is the best time-"

"I took a huge risk letting you in here, the least you can do is give me a run down. You don't have to be specific. Only a run-down."

"Ok, but I doubt you believe me."

"He told his woeful tale to the farmer, in hopes he wouldn't turn against him. Friends were rare in times like this, would be bad luck to lose one right now." Said the narrator.

"Wait, You're the guy who single-handedly took down the Water Princess and the Earth King?!" Sputtered the farmhand.

"Yes, sounds unbelievable but that is the truth." Kung Fury generated a clump of dirt and a ball of water in his hands. Proving his point. "I'm going after those bastards."

"You mean the four elemental masters? They're quite powerful to handle you know."

"Well so am I." Fury reaffirmed. "But I'm sorry I intervened in your affairs. I intend to unleash my wrath to those that have wronged me. For that I give my apologies. I hope you do well on this farm." He was about to turn towards the door when the farmer stopped him.

"Wait, you said you're going after all of them right?"

"Yes, got two more to go."

"And by chance are you going to fight against the Air Assassin next?"

"As matter if fact he is, I'm going to meet him at his own lair and end him with my own bare hands."

"Do you know where he lives?"

"He takes refuge in the clouds in the sky. I don't even need a map to find it."

"But do you know how to get there?"

"Um, no. But I'll find a way. I always do."

"No, you'll never reach him with that way of thinking. You need a specialized ride to get there. A hot air balloon to be exact."

"Why a hot air balloon? Why not something like a plane."

"The cloud city shoots down any flying object that comes near the area." Replied the farmer. "The only vehicle they allow in, is the balloons. There's no other way."

"But the tickets for those things are expensive." Said Fury. "I don't have the cash to do that."

"You don't, but I do."

"Huh?"

The farmer went to the drawer right by the window and pulled out a card pass and 50 bucks in cash. "Here take this."

"You are helping me, I thought you said that you didn't want to take risks with me?"

"That was before I knew who you were."

"But why go through the effort?" Questioned the fighter.

The farmed hung his head in somber. "I didn't used to be just a farmer, me and my folks used to own an entire plantation house, it was the best thing we ever had."

"Let me guess, the Air Assassin royally screwed you?"

"Killed my entire family because they weren't playing along; lost the place because of him too." His left hand crunched up, twitching before relaxing. "I'll never be able to avenge my legacy, I can never stand a chance. But maybe you can. Please I beg of you. Make this right for the entire world, and bring that bastard to heavenly justice."

"Believe me, there will be a reckoning. I know we just met, but I can assure you this. I won't let you down."

"Here's everything you need." Said the bearded man. "Allow the spirit of justice to wash over this land once more."

"Saying his farewells, he went to the nearest balloon port and got first class all the way to Havenly, the city that was under control of the Air Assassin and his cronies." A still picture of a hot-balloon was floating near a city upon a cloud was shown. "He made his presence known to the staff and was quickly escorted to the mansion where his foe was residing." A cutscene of a white van driving towards the mansion was shown.

"Man that mansion got nothing on ours." Said Brawler.

"Yeah it's way smaller in comparison."

"What are you two going on about?" Sword walked over, feeling quite tired from his non-ending practice.

"Cutscenes. Hm? Sword how long have you been doing your practice thing? Did you even take a break?"

"No. I don't have the time." Answered Sword, he pushed the chest right between Brawler's chair and Gunner and sat down on the furniture. "I made great strides."

"More like great odor." Said Brawler. "You smell like ass."

"Sorry, I didn't take account for the sweat."

"You can wash up in the bathroom after this fight." Suggested Gunner.

"Yeah, that be nice."

"Zip it." The fist-fighter pointed to the screen. "It's starting."

Kung Fury strolled out to an open field, very far from the premises. It appeared to be at the outside of the mansion, which according to the eye looked like a garden of some sort. Plants of every kind surrounded the area, ancient statues of granite and stones were placed like altars, and the blue sky was clearer than glass. If the fighter wasn't under immense circumstances. He would be in awe.

"What do you think of my little kingdom?" A deep voice spoke out. "I've been busy with tending my plants."

The man wore a yellow cloak that covered most of his body, only his face was uncovered, but it enshrouded in darkness. A black-lined insignia of wind blowing through clouds was placed at the very center of his chest. This was without a doubt the Air Assassin.

"What do you think?" He asked again.

"Thought it looked good until I realized you owned the place. I shouldn't be surprised, everything you guys touch eventually dies." Said Fury

"Quite virtuous coming from your deprived situation, are you telling me you're a good person." Questioned the assassin, walking closer into the clearing.

"Not sure, but I definitely know I'm better than you." Fury matched the assassin's length. Right at the respectable distance. "You can quit with the "holier than thou" attitude. I won't bother me one bit. I'm not fighting just for myself."

"Oh, you're not? Than who may I ask?"

"For everyone of course. The faster you fiends perish, the sooner the world can start again. Teachers, soldiers, farmers. They all suffered under your hands, it's about time you pay for it."

"Hm." The assassin was uninterested, he lazily glanced an eye at the fighter. "I thought this was about your desire for revenge?"

"Oh trust me, revenge is not off the table. Not one bit." Fury generated chunks of earth on his left hand and swirling waves of water in his right. "I learned to think about the bigger picture."

"Whether it may be, it'll be meaningless in the long run." Cyclones of air surrounded his arms like a miniature tornado. "Your story ends here. Shame I have to put you down."

"I like to see you try." Taunted Fury. The assassin levitated in the air, sitting cross-legged as a cyclone shielded his body.

"Guys. Call me crazy, but for some reason. I think this battle will get a little crazy." Said Brawler.