The sun started to rise on the horizon as Cory and Chris walked through a field of tall grass. Chris held a walking stick as he led Cory along to their destination: the training grounds. The sky turned tangerine colored as the mountains were silhouetted over the sun. The autumn trees dropping their multicolored leaves, only for them to be picked up by the wind and brought away to infinity.

The two figures, both hunched over with backpacks, walked over to a small clearing, this was the training ground. Handmade in the shape of sonic's head, the clearing featured a few logs and some sticks, perfect for katana training.

"So, you wish to learn the arcane art of katana wielding?" Chris shouted over the wind, his greasy hair blowing to the left. Cory took out a bandana, put it on, and let his long hair down. Ever since he met the blue skinned girl, he hadn't cut his hair. Cory's hair grew about an inch a day, so it was easy for him to have long hair fast.

"Yes, sensei." Cory bowed, grabbing a stick. Chris grabbed another one of the sticks and stood in a ready position.

"Now, you must feel the katana in your hand, you must become your katana…"

Cory began running his hands along the stick, feeling it carefully. His delicate hands running over every feature, every crack, every imperfection. Cory began to understand. The katana was the only thing that stood between him and death, it was his guardian angel. He must become the katana in order to fight as one with the katana, his protection.

Cory opened his eyes and stared Chris directly in the eyes, "I'm ready."

Chris swung his stick low, bringing it upwards toward Cory's stomach. In one swift move, Cory jumped out of the way and swung his stick toward the fat man's shoulder, only to be met with a quick block by Chris, who expertly moved his stick out of the swing into a counter, pushing Cory back with the block. Cory rolled and swung at Chris's legs, barely missing due to a jump maneuver. Chris swung his stick down upon Cory, who was still on the ground, and hit him on the shoulder.

"That's it, you're dead now." Chris shouldered his stick, "try again."

Cory stood up and grabbed his stick and standing in a ready position. The two males stood ready, waiting for the other to deliver the first move. Chris suddenly jumped to the side (it was more of a clumsy dive, he's fat) and swung his stick toward Cory's side. Cory dodged and jumped back 10 feet, holding his stick near his face and staring at the other man. Cory ran toward Chris, his stick ready, and swung at him, but Chris blocked. They rapidly began to duel, swinging their sticks, only to be met with a block from the other. Cory began to see it: he knew now that they were equals.

Chris stared in amazement as he jumped back from the fury of swings, "not bad, but you are not nearly trained. Get ready."

Chris jumped at Cory, stick held above his head, and swung down on him. Cory blocked and moved to the left, swinging his stick around and hitting Chris's back. Chris smiled, "now you're ready, I have one more test though."

Chris took Cory over a small hill, where there were people standing around a plane. "Infiltrate the plane, and survive."

Cory ran toward the plane, determined to become a katana wielder. He hid behind one of the wheels, listening into the conversation.

"...would I want them?" said the first man, who held his hands on his belt in the shape of hooks.

"They were trying to grab your prize, they work for the mercenary, the masked man…"

"Bane?" the other man nodded and they began to load in the hostages. Cory stealthily ran into the plane, hiding in the back, behind a seat. The first man entered the plane and they began to fly. The mountains outside zipped past them as they reached high speeds.

"The flight plan I just filed with the agency lists me, my men, doctor Pavel here but only one of you." the man moved to the plane door, a crazed look in his eyes, and shouted, "first one to talk gets to stay in my aircraft. Cory looked away, not listening to the rest of the conversation, and tried to find a parachute. Looking outside, he noticed another plane flying nearby, a bigger plane. A few men jumped out the plane and drifted toward their plane.

The first man who talked began yelling at a hostage, saying he was in charge. The plane began to rumble as a man with a mask stood up and began punching people. Cory ran to the front, confronting the man.

"Ah, who do we have here?" Bane said, staring into Cory's soul. Cory glanced over at the first man, a CIA agent, who told him mentally to end this terrorist. Cory jumped up and took Bane's mask off, throwing it out the window. Bane jumped after it, making the rest of the movie non canon, the dark knight never had to rise. The enemy agents who worked for Bane shook hands with the CIA agents, getting over their small differences and the plane was once again peaceful.

But the plane was heading to San Francisco, a place Cory wasn't allowed. Cory needed to get off the plane quick! He ran to the pilot's seat and moved the lever so the plane would crash. Cory then ran back to get a parachute, noticing that there weren't any! He ran to the back of the plane and opened the cargo hold, making all of the cargo fall out. He jumped onto one of the cargo crates and rode it out of the plane, holding on for dear life as the plane crashed into the mountain.

The crates landed in a field, where Chris waited patiently for Cory's successful mission. Cory landed, only to find the crate he was in held Sonic action figures. Both Chris and Cory decided to take them all. CIA stumbled out of one of the crates, smiling awkwardly as he began fell on the ground, unconscious.

The two men dragged CIA along, bringing him to the helicopter they had found. Cory, still holding Bane's mask, was labeled a national hero for bringing down the masked terrorist, though only by CIA, who didn't have any authority over anything.

Back at the white house, Cory proudly placed the mask next to his Sonic comic. He knew now that he was the chosen one, he was the only one who could defeat whatever villain was out there. Cory glanced at his katana, reaching out to grab it, he still couldn't lift it. He was too weak. Cory decided to go down to the weight room to train, but the president stopped him and told him he could never get any stronger due to his terrible genetics.

The president took Cory down to the basement, the laboratory. Scientists gave Cory a glove that made him artificially stronger. Cory ran back to his room and grabbed his katana, wielding it for the first time. What would come next? Only satan knows.