Po raced down the Jade Palace steps and ran as fast as he could towards the noodle shop. Thousands of things raced through his mind. People littered the streets as he sprinted by, some still clinging to life, others already gone. The setting sun gave an eerie glow to the streets which were lined with grieving and dead villagers. Po closed his eyes to avoid the gore and carnage infront of him, the sight was too much for his kind heart. Although he wanted to help but his father was more important to him at the moment. He slowed down to a jog as he reached the noodle shop. The archway entrance had been broken off and now laid infront of him. Quickly jumping over the debris and pushing past the empty tables, he moved into the kitchen. This place was a ghost town.

"Dad?!"

No answer.

Po frantically checked the entire property. He looked everywhere in his room and in his father's, even going back to the kitchen.

He was nowhere to be found.

"Dad!? Where are you!?"

No such luck. Po fell onto the kitchen floor as his legs buckled underneath him he and covered his hands with his face. Where could he possibly be? If he was dead why couldn't the universe just come out and tell him. What if he is really dead? No! He can't be.

Shouting in the distance brought him back up to his feet. He headed outside to see what all the commotion was about. The Five all yelled outside the shop trying to orchestrate the masses assembling in the street and Monkey quickly spotted him.

"Po what are you doing over there? Help us! We need to get them all to Liaoyang."

"Liaoyang is too far. Why don't we bring them to Jinzhou? It's closer."

Shifu somehow heard them talking amongst all the commotion. "Because panda its much safer over there than it is at Jinzhou. Jinzhou is right in the middle of Kenji's path and Liaoyang has enough space for everyone here. Now help us, we have to hurry! If we waste any more time we'll never catch up to Kenji and his army."

Po and the Five tried to rally everyone up into a big line to head outside the village. It took some effort but eventually the grieving villagers came as well but the mass of people was still too hectic. With everyone together Po stood infront of them all and they instantly quieted down. If there was one person they would listen to it was him. The Dragon Warrior.

"Everyone...I know the past few hours haven't been that great but we need all of you to start heading to Liaoyang. It's not safe here and there is plenty of space for everyone at Liaoyang and until all of this is over everyone needs to stay away from the Valley incase there is another attack. Before anyone goes are there any volunteers that would like to come with us to stop the madman that caused this destruction. Before you decide know this, the journey ahead is a dangerous one and many of you may die."

Master Shifu watched as the hands of nearly every man in the crowd put up their hands offering their lives for China and to defend the people they love. A roar of hurrahs erupted from the sea of people. With a quick exchange of hugs and goodbyes the newly proclaimed militiamen headed into their houses and grabbed whatever they could use as a weapon: knives, swords, antique weapons, pitchforks, broadswords, someone even got a pan. A few minutes later the women and children of the Valley of Peace headed off into the distance towards Liaoyang while the men lined up infront of the Jade Palace warriors.

"Good thinking panda. With the support of the villagers taking down Kenji will be a lot easier. We must rally more people and raise an even larger army. A few hundred men will do no good against thousands. The Emperor must be warned of the situation or else it may be too late by the time the Emperor realized what is happening. Zeng!"

The duck had been standing by idly watching the chaos.

"Yes Master Shifu?"

"Fly to Shànghǎi and warn the Emperor of this immediately. Without his help we won't be able to stop that lunatic."

"Of course, right away Master Shifu!"

"Thank you Zeng, now we must move quickly if we wish to stop Kenji."

Kenji

Kenji took a sip from the steaming hot bowl of noodle soup. Right now his army was currently resting on the edge of Xinjiang province. Taking over the rest of Haijin had been a trivial task for the adept general and his captain.

"Mr. Ping. This soup, it's amazing! What do you call this special dish?"

"Thank you you're too kind. Actually it isn't special at all, just plain old noodle soup."

"I am impressed Ping, when all this is over I'm taking you back to Japan with me to be my personal chef."

"I appreciate the offer but what about my home and my son."

"You needn't worry about that. You will like Japan. As my personal chef you will be treated with the utmost respect. I can give you many things Mr. Ping. Beautiful women, a large house, money, fame, fortune. Think about it."

"Oh, hehe...sounds great." The duck played along. He didn't care about all of 'that'. He worried about Po and the Valley. What had he done to them?

I know this is short and I haven't updated in a while. Apologies if the writing isn't that great I had to rush to get this done. School has been taking up most of my day and has been making it hard to take the time to write lately. I don't expect that to change for a while so please cut me a little slack. Thanks for reading and I hoped you enjoyed the chapter. Reviews and feedback are appreciated. Have a great day!