Chapter 3 is on! So i did reread this chapter before posting it, and i decided to change something from the previous chapters. You see, it was difficult to differenciate the mements when he thinks, and when he's not supposed to. With this said, enjoy!

i DON'T OWN KFP

PREPARATIONS

Shen's POV

After the wolf had given me the report, I knew what was happening here. That's the first steps to national takeover. Although, I can't figure the reason why a seer is required, but I decided to not mind it. Thus I got to the throne room, closely followed by few wolves. There, I saw it in all its might, the state of the art revolutionary advanced weapon of the old, the historical breakthrough that modernized our world and the wars. A magnificent piece of technology, the predecessor of machinery…

The noble cannon.

The majestic piece of work was majestically carved in the shape of a horned dragon, forged in pure iron and gold. Mounted on independent frame, stabilized on four legs. And the details on the body were exceptional for the era I think I was in. I circled around, admiring it. Truly an impressive feat. But the masterpiece was not in the right place. It wasn't impressive enough. (It would be up there… In the center of the room, on that stage-like stepped elevation. In place of this throne. In place of this cursed reminder of my father…)

I stopped walking immediately, surprised. (What was that? Was that me? My father is not here! Why would I think about my father when I look at this throne? I don't recall having anything to do with…)

Then I saw it.

Memories…

His memory. I was beginning to see what he had seen. Feel what he had feeled. Experienced what he had done. Not much, but I knew I would have other visions like that. My soul was fusing with his body. Anchoring with times of my past.

"Lord Shen?" Asked a voice, bringing me back to reality.

I shook my head, chasing away the remaining images. I took a deep breath and retook my stance, ignoring the puzzled look of 'my' lackeys. Well, more like underlings to me. I mean, I used to be human, and we literally dominated all creatures. Why would it be different now? Why would I be different?

"Get rid of these things." I ordered, nodding to the center of the hall.

The wolves walked to the tapestries, ripped them off, give them to one of the three gorillas there and waited while he got out, down the stairs. Few seconds passed in silence, all looking at me while I was looking at the wolves, as if they were done.

"What are you doing? Get rid of the throne too!" I waved again to the hall.

This time, the wolves ran, surprised and frightened for a moment. As the tapestries were easy to move, the bulky throne were too big to fit in the stairs. So they had to throw it from the balcony outside. The seemingly far but loud crash was somewhat satisfying, god knows why. From the corner of my eye, I saw the examining look of the soothsayer was now doubtful. I shrugged it off, considering it a secondary matter. For now, I smiled to the weapon, posed in the throne's place.

(This would look great on a pedestal…) But its volume couldn't fit on one. So I looked around and spotted a wolf.

"You!"

"Me?"

"Yes. Find a way to make a miniature version of the cannon, so I can put it on a pedestal." Well, that would have to do. I wasn't really the type to build miniatures myself like a hopeless fan boy who's still living at their parent's house. (Putting my name in history seems nice, I guess. So when's the best time to start that uprising.) The answer wormed his way through my brainstorming. 'In three days, when the moon is full and the tide is high.'

Ok, that doesn't sound like a memory, but I still "know" when. Another thing humanity can't explain. Anyways. I picked that time, since anytime were good for me, then calmly walked towards the stairs to attain to other matters, but an unknown voiced called the name I go by 'nowadays'.

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Frankly, I founded that part annoying, so I'll jump directly after that. So I was out the tower, and get to see the factory. And it was big alright. 'twas as big as the tower, only much more cramped with all the scaffolds inside and outside. Some pieces were already cooled and assembled. I jumped on the improvised master room, where I could see almost all the factory below. There were high windows placed in three rows and going from the front to the back of the building, the thick walls were irregular with column-like parts, strong support beams in the roof permitting the very large and extremely long room, the dangerous components were stored in the only other floor atop the factory and was about the third in length... The architectural design was well-thought, it prevented explosions to do much damage. Behind me in one side were a ladder who lead to higher scaffolds. Facing it, were a table with papers, maps and measuring instruments. Above it, hanged on a factice wall made of bamboo, were a tapestry of this land. Seeing the Arch style earlier, I guessed I was in Asia, and this woolen knitwork confirmed that I was in China. Well, I saw the tower illustrated on it, along a river. North of it, I reckon it is the emperor's palace, near the yang tse river, I think. Great, now I could invade it by the sea easily. However, my eyes drifted to the west side, where an unknown building were pictured. It seems on the same confluent, but far off in the mountains. While it seems historical, I paid no further mind to it.

(Can't be much of a threat.) I thought. Little did I know, six big threats were on their way, although one of them were much bigger than the others. Thus, I changed places from the factory to the port.

"How long would it take for you to haul the units to here?" I asked the wolf of this morning, which I brung with me.

"All the way down here? Errr… about a half dozen days, I'd say…"

"Alright, then. We'll just have to come down the canal in the boats." I was about to leave, when I saw the exit of said canal. "Is there a lot of obstacles in the way?"

"Pardon me?"

"I don't want to get blocked in the dawn of our conquest." I declared as I sat in the carriage back to the tower, going parallel to the canal. Then I saw some bridges. "Bring them down before the new moon. All of them, from the factory to the sea."

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Now… I did my inspections, I gave my orders, what remains is to put order in my papers, then do some training. The papers didn't take long to do, so I trained 'till the end of the day. And doing kung fu is hard when you never did it before, even with the help of memories that aren't yours. But what else could I do? There weren't even a board game here. Anyway, the night came pretty quickly, and I decided to get some sleep. As I was lying down, I thought of my situation. (I died, then woke up in another universe. I can't eat meat, first because peacock don't eat meat, and if i did, any bystander would scream bloody murder and cannibalism, 'cuz I'm in a fucking world of anthropomorphic animals!) I shot my wings upwards in a 'why god' manner (This world is still in the middle ages, and I'm probably the only one in this situation.) Then I sighed (Now that I sat the minuses, let's add the pluses of this. Maybe I can eat fish, instead. Wait… Do fishes are also like this?) I pondered this fact for a moment, then discarded it. (Ah! I can bring unprecedented knowledge to this world from mine! I can have an upper hand on anyone with the strategies and tactics I know! If I'm the only one, that makes less people to comprehend what I think.)

…

(On second thought, it's not that bad of a situation. I could do like the renowned masters I heard of. Two of them are in the jail here, it seems. Could pay them a visit tomorrow… I could try to go for the mighty and all-loved mastering of matrial arts, but I think that road is far too long and hard to take.) You could say I'm not an oblivious sheep that follow anything that is 'normal' around here. 'Be this, do that'. Like the ten commandments of Christianity. They just don't want it to happen to them. So I settled for the more direct and successful way. With an uprising. The irony is that it almost looked like it was set for me. The manpower required, the means to do it, the plans drawn, certified intel of the adversary. See it like this: a red carpet, set just for me, to success. Of course, there might be some specks and rats along the way, but I'm ready to face them. I have my 'broom' and 'ratsbane'.

And so I get to sleep, with new dreams and projects that will bring me to the top of the world.

Who would've thought that the afterlife could be so sweet?

Another thing... Before i get spammed with the same question... Some moments that i didn't put in one pov will be from the other character pov, 'coz i think it'll be better telled. Ya know, have two options and pick the better one.

'till next time!