The first of final episode begins! Actions will prevail! Climax shall decline at a long, steep roller coaster! I like to feature my new beta reader The Grey Coincidence who can check out my story on Part One! Both of our names Grey and Gray are "likely" the same, still cool! Welcome aboard, sir!
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Let's go for Xing encountering the sword that "calls into him"! You know the reference?
GZ
8/8/2018
Episode Finale: Heaven and Hell
Chapter XLVII
Heaven's Wrath
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"Tigress! Monkey!"
Xing's paw waved and stretched. His weightless body floated when you dove under the water and freely motioned your hands and feet anywhere. They could not hear Xing; Monkey and Tigress's slow movement bodies rushed behind the tiger, anxiously yelled. The tiger checked his body and paws: glowed in pale blue. His neck heaved and soared him down into the gloss katana, screaming as you hurled on a swing playground, lifting up and dragging you back you grasped both chains from falling.
Deep within the dark matter of the sword, the glassy portal thrust the tiger forward, rainbow lights and bolts of lightning-sparked. Xing's face went white, feeling anxious and terrified he would not notice what this confusion situation dragged his soul within a mysterious katana sword that echoed his mind. War voices, and even his name. A blue star shone his eyes, and white surroundings blinded him and the whole body.
There was no portal. Xing's feet met soft brown dirt, thick grasses brushing; the air was breathing frenzy. Still, pale blue enlightened the tiger's body around him. Essential of white stars glimmered, dark purple clouds drifted, reflecting from the dusk of apple color. Mountains towered, bamboo forests brushed from the quiet, whispering winds. The tiger pulled his right arm down from his mother's eyes. His heart stopped pulsing and breathing what this tiger faced ahead of him.
A small child. Round eyes, amber. Orange fur with black stripes including a heart icon above the child's forehead. Elegant brown vest and white lotus flower on its breast. Black pants. Head rotated downward, gasping after Xing sighted her. Was this vision genuinely unmistakable? The future? The past? The blossom tree sparkled its pink leaves it floated behind the child. "Mui!" the child's mother cried. Orange uniform, thin amber eyes, round body and highlighted pink lashes. Her mother dashed from the three-step bamboo stairs from the balcony. Her and Mui's eyes met behind the tiger's head.
Mysterious sparks flash of white and shockwave imminently splashed underneath the purple clouds. Among the heaven, a tail of twilight blue dust appeared, something soared onto the fancy constellations that every people enjoyed watching the sky at night, seeking an amazement view of stars. The pale blue sand was not revolving or leaving the heaven. A flammable rock fell underneath, screamed its vibrant light and fire struck against the tall tree ridge.
Dark splash blew, dirt and bamboo trees billowed straight into the tiger's head, cracks thundered like a tree collapsing and smashing many branches breaking apart. No reliable wind and ears muffled its eardrum in him including the tiger's fur. Every scenery went ghost for a moment. A work maul hammered behind him. A blacksmith tiger, splattered dirt on his kimono uniform, forging a hot red katana blade it progressed in making of sword weapons Xing contemplated. Outside, a platinum sphere rock from the heaven perched on the dirt once carved with an enormous crater as about the size of two houses. Tiger villagers dug next to the mysterious "comet," forgers hammered the "heaven" metal. It's all real. That thing is made from heaven! Xing thought he palmed on the comet: hard, glossy, elegant sharp.
The child next to him, now a teenager Mui in a yellow vest with lotus flower, held her paws up in front of the blacksmith tiger she bent her knees. The blacksmith handed a blue katana to her; Mui drew the sheath it revealed the katana blade. Shiny, stained metal, and nearly soft gray on the sword. Crafted letters brilliantly white and how marvelous the look of daylight.
Black waves struck and swept into the tiger's surrounding, changing into a different land. Voices of philosophy and wise spoke. Xing's body waved through the ground he stood on the flat platform. He had known this temple before. An abandoned Qing Temple, tiles cleaned and nearly gold and red as the respective colors of the school's inhabitants, watchtowers positioned in between the gate's entrance. Cheese horizon, green mountains, hundreds of many forms danced their fighting stances of Kung Fu, Wing Chun, and Tai Chi he witnessed spiral kicks, rapid punches, and takedowns.
There were no more spar fights all around Xing. The courtyard blackened many bandits and over a hundred students of martial artists flooded, advancing their battle fists, kicks, and springs. The history became real, and always what Xing heard his grandmother's tale he must not forget, passed by his ancestors before Ming. The only temple as only legends shared their knowledge of inception and endangered by the bandits and all evil trying to obliterate what you discovered from your master.
A screech twisted Xing's head behind him. Battle screams still at large and stake echoed outside. The Center of the Qing Temple, thronged with debris and glasses of yin-yang window from the top of the doorway stiffened on the marble floor. Wolf, deer, and yak grasped their arms and head together as their backs flattened on the broken shelf, tears pouring from their eyes painted red. Why are you all crying? Xing wondered brokenly, heart thumping louder as if the warm fire wafted on his spine. His reaction became priceless as the tiger's cheeks drowned, eyes rounded and arms guarded up at what children's eyes they sighted in horror.
The Prince of Darkness towered by him.
"Xing! Wake up, buddy! Breathe!" the monk shrieked. His hand-palms pressured the tiger's breast center rapidly thrusting Monkey panted on each push. Eyes of Xing's stayed shut. "Come on, buddy! Let me kiss you out of there!"
Monkey's breath from his lips filled Xing's lungs. "He's not waking up!" Tigress shouted, kneeling beside Monkey.
Forcing the monk off with a left arm, Tigress craned her neck, right ear caught a regular rhythm of the form's breath within her nephew's nose. "Master Gidahn," the goat named the yak villager who approached.
The yak with long gray mane, long brown garment, and black pants hunkered his right knee next to Xing, palming his hoof finger below the tiger's jaw. His finger softly waved from the pulse. "Xing is alive," Gidahn announced with his steady tone.
Tigress glimpsed at Monkey. "Get Master Ming! She needs to know!"
The monk nodded. "Will get her!" Monkey dashed on all fours.
Shoulders shrunk as her lungs tightened, shattered breathing. Soft weeps and murmurs entered within the Artifacts Room. Xing's people held their arms, few women's paws covered their lips and as innocent eyes met Tigress's amber vision nearly pale — a violent wind shocked among the ceiling, banged its cannonball it smashed onto the alleyway and the apartment. Frightened screams waved from this room to every hall and requirement space. It's too early! Tigress thought.
"TIGRESS!" she had heard a roaring voice rang in Tigress's head. From the front door, the red panda rushed. "What happened to Xing?" Shifu asked.
"The katana sword from the box knocked him down, Master!" she pointed the blade, frighteningly answered.
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"Holy—"
The tiger's legs retreated. A white light spat in front of Xing's eyes, bounding the Ox and a hundred Fire Clan bandits off the Center through the wreckage palace. Strong breeze tightly gathered. Frozen gasp, round eyes widened, limbs and feet crawling away from the pale it terrified Xing. It was his ancestor, motioning her gesture of three fingers pressed on Mui's chest, a giant slithering creature inaudibly towered its head, gray eyes and sharp fangs roared.
Again, the black fog swam over the tiger's mind. Space vibrated most of the ghost voices. The katana with the cobalt sheath floated. The tiger's body drifted freely instead of falling from the gravity. Xing thought he could have landed on all fours, not like these aggressive waves and the portal. His anxious lungs paused. Light blue souls of the tigers appeared, later a cinnamon peahen as the fifth, sixth as the panda with snow paws, and the elegant, enormous elephant of dark eyebags as the seventh warrior flew by in Xing's chest.
A dimmed ice star wafted, like angel wings spread its sharp feathers. The eyes of dawn groomed your hair. Black oval nose pushed its savage breaths. Gray and blue fur glided, and blossom warrior dress billowed. The warrior became the eighth. It's her from the inner peace I saw! Xing figured. Is that you from the vision at the Dragon Grotto?!
A she-ox star hovered and struck into the tiger in between his eyes. His body spiraled, back-flipping as the curving wave underneath the beach. The storm's thunder boomed, and his gravity-less body ceased flinging.
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His shoulders absorbed wet. White and black stripes fur heavily dripped from the dark clouds it wailed. The deep ocean splashed onto the junk ship's starboard side. Command voices shouted, ropes dangling, masts creaked, red sails flickered. The night was in charcoal; sparks danced into brutal songs, twenty red spheres propelled downward with nippy, shriek fires. One slammed near the starboard, and the rest hurled onto other ships, randomly striking into waves and lucks hit two rebel ships.
"If I see your blades clean and not spill with blood, I will smash your skulls!" a big voice announced. It was a giant beast, the same Supreme Warlord's voice in the tiger's head. A gray bull, long mane, full-battle armor and green cape, non-supernatural two horns. A fierce face and tense blue eyes (there were no jade eyes on him). The Collector's hoof jolted. "BURN THEM ALL!"
The oil ball on the catapult spoon lit angrily from the yak soldier's torch. The yak's hand clutched the lever; the spoon threw its ball of fire into the gale. Behind Kai's fire vortex, the Phoenix stars followed. Striking directly into bandit ketch ships, the Maker shouted his triumphant thunder all the soldiers onto the boats and including the old tortoise next to Kai on the main deck. Flashes of brutal songs skipped forward, leading the Supreme Warlords' ship disembarked and ground the starboard's wood onto the black ship.
Behind Xing, his eyes went sparking that the past vision became too real. Something in the history became a reality to investigate his favorite warlord, including the tortoise who both were marvelous. Both positioned on a starboard bridge, boldness eyes beamed and blades held near their chests. They were not alone. A loud roar screeched from the front mast and feathers flicked from the ship's main deck next to the wheel. The Mightiest Warriors burst their war yells and bounded on the bandits' vessel.
Guts and blows with water spilled. The bull spun the double-blade stick against the midnight boar's curvy sword. Every movement went fast enough as Xing's head rotated more quickly, beginning to notice screams and incoming swords that screamed, was the war not only phenomenon stories but violence and fear you have ever experienced fights and hundreds of enemies surrounding everywhere. Kai's double-sword plunged the bandit's belly. He rolled to the side from the gorilla's left hook and Kai slit underneath the pirate's upper torso.
Rough yells twisted Xing's head as the tiger glimpsed back and guarded his chi sao ahead of him. Three bandits of gray buffalo, the black wolf of blue eyes, and golden monkey ran toward Xing and collapsed to their knees by grayish feather blades. The peacock lord, Li Han, spread the green ocean train he landed and blocked the gray Ox's axes above his head. His guandao hammered it down and flipped his body, swinging Li's right foot onto the Ox's nose. Knocking him into the bridge, Li Han spun his blade and his whole body like a dancer, deflecting every enemy's dagger, sword, and arrow. The peacock lept on Kai's back, and once the General did spring his giant back, Li rolled upwards and glanced at the whole scene of the bandit's ship.
"WATCH OUT!" The peacock screeched within his beak, spinning again with five feather knives soaring among the ropes and black sails. Five pirates were bounded down, left one, a vicious supreme warrior who dragged his clouded, furry arms back and roared. It was a snow leopard lieutenant.
The leopard sprung his limbs and feet, darting one gorilla's upper jaw with the top kick from swinging. The other gorilla once hammered to the left impact, and the Lieutenant landed on all fours. He swiveled the deer's left hook, back elbow-ing the muzzle and hurled him off the main deck, blowing every bandit using their swords as they slit. The leopard's face was nearly a recognition of Tai Lung's and half similar to Peng's. Following the lieutenant who continuously leaped on most pirates' heads as if snapping their necks each, the tiger had glimpse another warrior that glimmered its pale sword behind him.
A she-ox. Red and pink garments, blue ribbon underneath its waist. Cobalt sheath on her right belly and wielded the katana sword. Her low-pitched scream drummed into the raining gale. This sea battle was a rare moment that a female warrior volunteered in the war, impossibly imagine any man or woman could lead into the fight for a great sacrifice, and defend against the hatred of all evil. Big ladyship! Xing surprised.
Many swings from two bandits near Kai, she-ox spiraled her katana, deflecting both deer's cutlass daggers. One yanked the bull's mane, leading him to the top and Kai jerked his head forward. Ahead of the warlord and ladyship, the turtle slammed his pole on the bandit's muzzle. Brown cape of Oogway's was billowing, and so was Kai's and she-ox's robes saturated by the intense rain. In such glory at a near victorious battle, underneath Kai's neck, a small crimson orb spotted, enlightened.
Once Oogway leaping to the front deck with Li Han and Lieutenant Zhanshi, both Kai and the ladyship met their eyes, hooves stroke behind their backs and as their left hands, gold ring wrists wrapped. His and Hers trimmed on the rings. They were married. That was Kai's wife?! Xing stunned.
Ten eyes of the Supreme Warlords keenly surveyed what warm surroundings brushed Xing's back. "Siwang!" the peacock lord screamed, his feathers pointed.
The melody of gale storm was quiet. Waters waved into soft droplets from all sides of the Junk Ship, and creaking masts. The red star scorched the storm's night cloud, gathering the nature's pale bolts and red energy. Absorbed with brown clouds of dust and white flames surrounded the vortex of the sun like a nova. Each head on the ship lifted his and her chin upward with a ghastly quiver, hearts inaudibly thumping louder. The star was growing, and you could hear a croaky wind thrusting.
The star shone down into the sea.
"OOGWAY, GET DOWN!"
"HANG ON!"
There was nowhere to hide. No even to embrace the strong ropes from the star's roaring dust of bowl approaching them. It was coming fast, faster than the speed of the storm. Dust now sandy gales, swept through the Junk and blinded them all, cleansing every terrain, and the ocean in China where the sea once was. The tale of this "mysterious" dune sea was all true. The Rebellion and the Fire Clan once battled in the sea, and this Siwang, the tiger, perhaps known a little, became the responsible.
Deep black sea surrounded the tiger again.
"Gidahn, how long has my grandson been unconscious?" Ming asked worriedly.
"Not for long," Gidahn answered. "The katana sword called into Xing, and your grandson touched the sword."
"And knocked him out like a hammer, Miss!" a she-rabbit in a brown vest and gray pants added beside the yak on his upper shoulder.
The white tigress hunkered her knees next to her niece Tigress. "Madam Soothsayer, can you wake him?" Ming asked hurriedly at the goat's eyes.
"Your grandson needs to run the katana's course. I cannot disturb his unconsciousness." The goat's hoof gestured, halting the warrior's anxious.
The rumble vibrated closer from the ceiling bar. There was no other time for many friendlies hold bandits off. Tigress's upper arm was brushing. "Tigress, Ming, we must leave. Master Bear needs us." Her adoptive father urged him. "Who will look after Xing?" the red panda master queried.
The white tigress hurried her head, hard to miss what she met the giant yak stood by and a white rabbit embracing on the villager's shoulder. "Gidahn, Mika," the white tigress called them. "Watch over my grandson and our people for me."
The rabbit gestured her salute paw. "We'll do, Master Ming, just like your grandson loves living with Gidahn's two sons and us in Tanhuang!" Mika bounded near Xing's head.
The peahen rushed to the side of the Artifacts Room. Xia was the only ladyship who watched over the tiger since the inception of a greeting many years ago as well. Her feathers palmed the Five's alpha's shoulders. "I will look after my son." Lady Xia hunkered and knelt her knee. "Xing will gain his consciousness, and come to you, Master Tigress."
Tigress's paw laid on Xia's feather that grasped on Xing's hand on the upper torso. "Keep him occupy, my lady." Tigress addressed her after suppressing anxiety. She rose and turned to Shifu before leaving the room. "We find Po, and prepare to battle."
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The tiger could not believe what his eyes glimmered at one of the tips of the mountains became happiness before. The isolated tree, blossom leaves. Tan grass. The bamboo house with roof sticks, clay walls, and the dying purple horizon spotted with white sparkles. What was this place? Xing had never seen this land so amazing what you love occupying the city's lights. You only watch the heaven as if the angels marvelously painted clouds of stars, the rim of the "galaxy" we are living at the edge of the spiral.
The door banged opened. The fire scorched on the sides of the loneliness house. The giant beast without his war armor he dressed his kilt and green belt, bounded off to the dirt from someone behind Kai; the creature held both his double blade stick and the cobalt katana with him. Confused by the tiger, a she-ox creaked her gray lips in front of him. The General's voice screamed at the warrior's name, a large woman who fought beside Kai with the Mightiest Warriors. One scarlet necklace Wugu gave it to the beast.
The fire squirmed around the whole house.
"WUGU!"
Kai's sob closed the tiger's vision, and misery scream was a terrible song you would never hear anyone's agony alive. What has the fire killed Wugu? Who was after him and her? Crystal fires cracked ahead of the warlord who knelt his knees, pouring his tears that nearly flooded the tip of the mountain. Massive steps approached and the bull's head once rose.
Wugu's brother towered behind the fire. Red eyes. Brown kilt. Intimidating war face and a black nose.
The Rebellion and Mightiest Warriors will fall, Kai Shien, unless you change your heart and face mercy in front of my master. Huoju said darkly.
The bull's teeth clenched. "FACE ME!" Kai yelled, fists crunching against the dirt and his double-sword grip. The beast did not prepare. He charged his small hooves and swung his double-sword stick toward the Prince of Darkness. The Ox knew the attack approaching him. His blaze edge hammered the rod and slid his feet from Kai, leading the bull off balance. Controlling the surplus from the fall, Kai glanced back, and swords of the fire and darkish blades pointed from their grasps.
They charged. One plunged forward, and Huoju's revolved. After revolving, Kai spun his other blade. The mad-Ox pulsed his as he examined the General's double blades, much preference, and the advantage. Kai hammered near Huoju after spinning from leaping; the Prince of Darkness guarded up and stomped his foot on the warlord's left knee. Kai retreated and guarded his weapon ahead of him.
Right swing from Huoju approached. Kai deflected the flame sword to his right. One struck, however, a flare sparkled in front of the General's muzzle, blinding his eyes and as swept the double edge below Huoju's ankles. A sudden surprising, though Kai ragingly yelled at once the blindspot lasted less than five seconds; his nose caught a dense of burn, the tail faintly kindled from the house and Kai himself forward. His fur once used burning before from all the battles he encountered; small scars included when you barely see person's wounds in war.
After his vision returned usually, Kai's eyes widened from Huoju's rush. The Ox rose and hammered his blaze sword near Kai's face. Luckily fled the bull's feet to the left, rolling and rose rapidly, Kai drove his left blade near the Prince's belly. Huoju reeled the sword—Kai ducked his right edge underneath him, heaving the Ox and smashed him to the dirt. Kai had his advantage. His double blade stick screeched forward and—
There was no slash, nor flesh tearing apart. The Ox's lips stretched, chuckling his rough throat underneath the tongue as Kai watched his blade already stabbed. The wound was flared into lava, pulling the sword off Huoju's chest.
He's immortal from Kai's double-blade! HOW?! The tiger demanded in his head.
Huoju's sword struck and disposed Kai's to the left, and bridged his right hoof toward the bull's upper chest. A river-flow dark chi and velvet red on Huoju's hand and wrist sparked, launching General Kai into the air and impacted on the blossom tree log. Crashed and broke the tree in half and tearing every branch, Kai was knocked into the greenish grass, met with brown dirt.
The cold rain poured as nature began to cry from the house's fire it sizzled the smoke behind Huoju. He tossed Kai's double-blade stick to the cliff and slowly approached the struggling warlord. The bull's limbs and feet crawled onto the wet dirt and grass. Above the General, dying stars of pink from the blossom tree soared away. Nothing else from the warlord to fight back as the log bruised his back. Once crawling, General Kai inclined his neck, reached out his muscular arm and spread his hooves toward Xing the Supreme Warlord and Prince of Darkness could not detect him.
"Oogway… help me," Kai cried in brittle.
The tiger was ahead of the Supreme Warlord; his stomach sank, throat and eyes wobbling. Strolling forward, Xing was forcing from the grassy field. His fists banged like drums. "MASTER OOGWAY!" Xing shouted, desperately searching all around the sceneries. No yells or echoes from warriors yet called. Ironically, the tiger could not exist in the Great War, though you would not venture into the past as pain thrives.
You die along your wife you stole my sister from me, Kai. Huoju grimaced in a flat tone. Wugu would have stayed in my father's temple, and inherit her legacy without me.
Huoju stood behind and against the struggling bull who collapsed his hoof. Lifting the flame sword with both hooves, the Prince of Darkness stomped Kai's left leg, preventing him from crawling again. The beast cried out, muscles crushing against the dirt and foot from the Ox. Death is where you knock on the realm's door, and stretch your heart toward my sister.
The beast's left hoof grasped the grass as something crowded on the dirt Huoju did not glimpse. The Prince of Darkness rose his sword; Kai twisted his body and pulled out a fast swift of white lash he yelled.
Huoju screamed. Retreating and covering his muzzle, the Ox held his sword back. The nose and below his left eye split the flesh wound apart, incinerating. Huoju stepped away frighteningly, his eyes once reflected at what Kai's left hoof grasped including Xing gasped. Wugu's katana! That heaven sword! The tiger amazed before his black ears flickered from the warlords' shouts from mountain trees behind him.
The bull's eyes squinted the blade's droplets of ruby on the edges, letters prevailing with pale green. He dashed with his right leg while the other once crushed, painfully. The tiger had to watch this mysterious memory, knowing what this heaven sword was merely valuable than Kai's double-blade. Swords of heaven and fire swiveled to sides; one from Huoju slit ahead and the other from Kai guarded in vertical and horizontal.
Both Kai and Huoju thrust their blades ahead of their faces. Giving a grimace expression, the warlord growled, and so did Huoju he bent his nostrils and eyes, foaming a red river dripping with the water. Wugu's blade enlightened both faces, resulting in Xing's vision becoming a blind light with a tremendous boom.
II
The jail was not long when the Dragon Warrior arrived there in time with his leopard friend Peng. He and Po observed the peacock lord who perched on the pavement within the cell where Ox and Croc were there before. The young leopard crossed his arms as Peng pressed his back against the wooden structure nearby. He did not believe what Peng saw. His uncle, Tai Lung, stood in the cell who even crossed his limbs, left black eye and scratch marks visioned around the Great Dragon's fur.
The panda had time with the albino he wished to desire Shen was going over meditation, most importantly; however. Shen's revelation of the Dragon Warrior's inner peace was unmistakable, wanting to realize more of how Oogway's last level, would be the key to leave the eternal darkness of insanity. The peacock's ruby eyes softly opened, balancing the breath from Shen's beak.
"You meditated well, buddy?" Po questioned him happily.
The Lord of Gongmen hummed. "Fondly better than previous meditation, panda." Shen agreed. His second try was not the same as the third try. Po thought as of this one Shen did, the peacock improved. The peacock looked at the panda while sitting. "May I ask: Who did you learn this inner peace?"
The panda took a glimpse of his thoughts, noticing the red panda teacher who perfectly balanced the water movement at the Dragon Grotto, same as Po he stood on the floatable keel and meditated before hurling the cannons toward Shen's ships at the Harbor. "My teacher did," Po answered, smirking.
Tai Lung creaked his grin. "Ha! Shifu taught you closer where my rank is higher than yours."
"Has the panda made you jealous?" Lord Shen inquired interestingly.
"Oh no, Shen. The rematch I like will diverge Po's strength."
"You define a challenge?"
The Great Dragon lifted his open-palms and closed his chi eyes he slightly looked away. "Not where his butt smashed my head in the stairway." He replied and heard Wing's titter she covered her lips.
The peafowl's left eye rose. "I like your interest." Shen determined Tai from eying behind his shoulder. Rotating to Po, Shen opened his beak. "Any whereabouts of my son, panda?"
"He's at the Tower with Huangdi, Shen. I wish that I could be there and watch over him." The Dragon Warrior recounted. Not only the panda craved watching Lao's back, sort of protection, but reflecting of Shen alike of Li Shan, been missing to the peafowl's son. Such unfortunate when not seeing your son for many years, you thought of him more in your own heart and love to see him again after the tragedy. The panda, giving out his thought, his jade eyes gleamed at the peacock. "You and Lao are not so close like a father and son thingy, right?"
The panda once shared the truth from his tiger colleague Xing who witnessed the fight of Shen and Lao. "I have known Dongji since my son was an infant bird." Shen elucidated hardly, yet his throat rose and loosened from contemplating his son's rage. Lifting himself and approaching the Dragon Warrior near the bars, Shen continued after tugging feathers in his sleeves. "I desired to reply his about my actions I have done. He was perplexed, and his mother Xia refused when she received a letter from my son's grandparents, my parents. That ambush from the Fire Clan I examined, ruined my patience and tore my heart after my wife and son fled from me —"
Shen breathed in from tense and eyes he gazed at the floor stiffly. He continued after calming from his throat almost shattered. "I thought the clans slaughtered them both. My former Commander Zhong informed that he lost sight of them. I was able to venture back to Gongmen City with all of us including my ally after Emperor's son Huangdi pardoned my parents."
"Then Lord Feng and Lady Muqin died," Po listened. "They wanted you to come home desperately."
My parents wanted me? The peacock reflected. "You do know of my parents?" He asked Po in suspicious.
"Huangdi did, as he told us including your son and Xing about them, then you became the Emperor's closest friend."
So I notice. Huangdi is no liar. Shen figured. "You know, Shen," he heard the panda in front of him. "Not to insult you really, but your son hated you. There is no point of how anyone can be much hateful and wanted you dead. It is very wrong. Lao has to see what father means to him," Po said, sauntering and grasped the thick bars. "To you, as a dad, you are part of the family you always love Lao more."
You are part of the family you always love Lao more. Shen contemplated Po's sagacious words. His body shifted back, his mood of doubts ceased from the icy wind. The peacock lord once loved from his son during the exile that Peafowls banished him from Huangdi's father who wanted execution. He was good at watching his son's mother's eyes, just as Shen's parents kind-of trained him how to be a husband after marrying a wife and having a child, bonds never be broken apart. You love your family, no matter the cause you did, and parents faced dreaded and pain, desperately wanted the presence of their son/daughter.
Finally, in his heart, Shen shook his head and admitted regretfully. "The boy inhabits with his mother now, panda. Dongji follows Xia's advice, and minded me of… me."
"No matter if Lao hates you or not, deep inside of your heart, he is your treasure. When you did something wrong, sometimes compassion is hard to heal family and friends after they forgive you. Weeks. Months. Maybe years."
Healing was also a time of redemption. Even after you have done something grim, that depends on the process of pardon. Not everyone could redeem, but instead of terrible actions, sometimes any loved ones you know might take your second chance. Shen, rarely to see him so light, grinned his beak in reasonable. You are right.
"We should think of Shen's strategy," Peng broke in Shen's reflection. Many heads turned to the young snow leopard who perched his back on the wooden structure for a while, enjoying the conversation of Shen and Po. Ping's finger pointed the albino. "His idea can slow those bandits down for good."
"Huoju has an army," Shen warned.
Peng pulled both limbs out of his chest. "We have the Dragon Warrior," Peng pointed out.
"A big, fat, pand—" Wing spoke, and Tai cleared his throat louder.
"We have thee big fat panda," the Great Dragon commonly corrected her.
Po gestured his fist on his upper chest. "Yeah! The Prince of Darkness likes what he takes over Shen's city, and I can beat him down without defeating me once!"
"Do you think you can interfere Huoju and his ninety thousand followers, panda?" Wing Wu demanded straight.
"This Huoju guy what you told the Emperor and whole masters interests himself as the conqueror, rather than having him by his side to raid across China with trust."
"How do you cease Huoju? Sending him to Spirit Realm, Panda?" Lord Shen asked, lifting his right eye at him.
"First of all," the Great Dragon began from thrusting his back off the stiff structure, "he can go to other places like many tickets than a one-way trip to our mortal life." Tai Lung pointed out.
The panda pointed the snow leopard. "Let me pause you right there, buddy. You said Huoju is afraid of his future." Po reminded Tai Lung. "Of course, I am one of the Mightiest Warriors, but I assume either four, which including me would cease that Ox's ambition, and let this White Dragon handle him."
"I have the 'hardcore' question we all want to know, panda. Who is the White Dragon?" Wing Wu straightforwardly asked.
The mysterious question brought most of the prisoners and even masters concern of the creature, not to focus on the dragon but entirely determining. "The Masters and I don't know," Po shook. That was not an easy answer, however. "If Shen, Tai Lung, and I saw what we saw that awesome, but 'frightening' dragon to my student, we might have to keep an eye out to whoever will summon it."
Shortly, the panda's ears flipped up from the wings soaring across the jail entrance. Crane landed and stood near the edge. "Po! It's Shifu. It's time to go —" the avian pointed to the door, "— We must head to Master Bear's Quarter."
A flexible boom echoed from the far distance. Yikes! Those bandits have started the battle?! I better move! The black and white bear thought surprisingly. "Ok, Crane." Po comprehended the bird hastily before glimpsing at the albino. "I will come back to you after this battle, Shen."
Shen reached out the bars after sprinting and the panda including Peng nearly leaving on the top of the edge where Crane towered. "Panda!" Shen hailed at Po; the panda warrior towered on edge. "If I were you, please reconsider your life through insanity."
The black and white bear rolled his head confusingly. "Be careful." The peacock worded him.
I will, Shen. Po smirked and sprinted away with his snow leopard colleague.
"Peng!" the young snow leopard heard his uncle's rough voice, stopping his knees. "There are many questions you demand to know of my existence."
He seemed to notice Peng did witness Tai Lung, hard to miss, though unfortunate to ignore the leopard's return. Peng indeed have questions, frankly, but softly clenched behind his eyes at once masking his smirk with the Dragon Warrior and Lord Shen. "You are coming, Peng?" Po asked before him, and Crane opened the door.
"I'll catch up to you shortly, guys. I'll see you all at Master Bear's area." The leopard told the masters loudly.
Peng landed back on the yin-yang pavement, concerning most of the bandits murmured ghostly as if the snow leopards matched their eyes they locked, and their ears hard to catch what bandits spoke. Tai Lung's nephew crossed his arms. "Uncle."
"Nephew," Tai revealed himself out of the shade, spawning his left black eye and multiple battle scratches around his fur, including dirtiness purple pants and a spiky black belt around his waist. For many years, oddly not been seen each other since Tai Lung's rage after Shifu raised the Great Dragon, the red panda's fortunate son who only taught to learn as the weapon. "Look at you. You reminded me of your old leopard, Peng. Same look. You seem worthy, and I dearly missed you."
"I am worshipped," his nephew nodded in a steady tone.
"There is a solemn feeling I can sense your head, nephew," Tai figured before grasping the bars. "I can take the blame you can say or have some questions."
"I only have one question—" Peng stood near the bar; Shen strolled beside as Tai Lung gripped on the metals. "—Why did your paw clench my neck back there at the Stadium?"
The leopard recalled his fingers locking and crushing Peng's throat. Mysteriously, Tai Lung merely recalled himself hearkened Shifu's call, and watched many warriors struggled, without further back, he brawled them all by Huoju's deceived vision. His nephew continued with a grimace. "You never know a nephew of yours who tried to search you for many years! Realizing from Po's words I listened, you hurt people and disgraced your master and kung fu! You are addicted to hate, uncle!"
His voice was staggering from arguing at his uncle, truthfully judgment from Po's words the panda told Peng everything. Tai Lung only hated becoming an evil he went into mental illness, perhaps Oogway refused Tai Lung's future that the tortoise master nearly chose him wrong? He wouldn't allow Tai Lung's rage.
"You are upset, boy," Tai sensed him with nonchalant, not to pull arms back at once his chest nearly flared with bruises. "After many things I did, I am tired of being heartless, Peng. There are many things I like to see you when I was banished, green-zombied, went back to Oogway's solitude, and now returned from Huoju's ambition."
Peng's eyes flared. "Do you want to know this right now? I am a married leopard, uncle!" Peng added, tapping his palms on the chest. "I have a wife who redeemed me from quitting kung fu, luckily not following your footsteps. And my two sons they are part of my world! My children will never know about my uncle's legacy!"
"I cannot imagine your family's faces, but I feel pleased you became a great father, Peng." The Great Dragon disliked stiffening his temples and fists crushing against his paws. He knew his nephew had glimpsed the strangling Tai Lung could not notice in a matter of seconds before unlocking his fingers away from Peng's neck. After taking the blame, Tai Lung grinned a little from being humiliating. "Although, you are nearly progressing the light path from your uncle's mistake. Do you have two sons? I would love to see them. Who are your children's names?"
Peng looked at his uncle carefully, not even exactly to expect the rage and what this young snow leopard wanted to judge him more. His uncle's smooth voice nearly reminded of Tigress. Peng began after a long sigh and separating both arms from his chest. "Diyu, my firstborn. I have the last living son who you might not like his name. He always looks up at the Dragon Warrior and Furious Five pictures across the village. My wife and I discern both Tigress and Po are now my second son's godparents we chose them. Our House Lung went into the dark for so long, and now my son's name will shine the light through its core."
Interesting. Tai lifted his eyes. "Who is your second son?"
Peng rose his whole head back, his heart leveled and thumped as Peng's chest slowly pushed and pulled. "Po Lung."
The snow leopard's jaw fell. "PO?!" Tai almost stunned.
"I named him after the panda, uncle. His name is the purpose I desire having the Dragon Warrior's name and our house, what his reputation will bring honor and follow his father's legacy." Peng's statement made Tai Lung realize the candle from the eternal darkness could enlighten the whole room without a blind. Naming the child after the Dragon Warrior would be essential, reasonable, and the House Lung had enough of spreading their disease. The war drums vibrated at further away. Time is running out. Peng noticed ominously. Strolling backward near the other side of the bars, the snow leopard shook his head. "I am sorry, uncle. I wish my children will see their great-uncle who would never break anyone into their corpse."
Once his nephew bounded and sprinted straight to the door and closed the front, Tai Lung looked at the floor without raising his head. He knew the damage was done for his house family, not just for his master he turned back to Shifu, but Peng nearly disliked how his uncle created a lousy reputation, which brought many bandits interested Tai Lung.
"Po Lung. His kid's name means a lot more, Tai." Wing Wu emotionally reasoned him.
"I thought those towers would slow them down, Crane!" Po surprised. The panda dashed through the sections as if the avian behind him soared.
"Not for long! We need to hurry and—"
"Po!" Both Crane and Po slowed their pace, recognizing the bold, feminine voice who roared.
"Tigress! Shifu!" Po sighted the tiger and the red panda bouncing off the rooftops. They had followed as well; Monkey, Viper, Mantis, and the white tigress Ming held their stance on top of the roof. "Where's Xing?"
"Xing had himself knocked out," Tigress noted the panda dryly.
"What?! What happened to him?!" Po asked into anxious, sharing his eyes at Crane who indeed felt the same as Po's.
"The katana from the wooden box pulsed right onto his head," Tigress explained, trying her best not to rush her blood near Tigress's temple. "I heard voices, Po! Soothsayer discerns my hearing that my nephew and I can hear!"
"What did you hear?" He inquired in suspicious.
"Kai," Tigress admitted the name of the Supreme Warlord who nearly took many masters before the bull's defeat. "I only heard him."
The bug's flight hopped on Tigress's shoulder. "Hopefully that beef jerk is not around here! Because if he is, hell, better not start sweeping the city with full of jombies!"
"Mantis, speak later!" Shifu snapped. "The Watchtower will not stand there for too long! We move to Bear's Quarter, now!"
Many ran into the sections, nearly emptied on plenty of alleyways, and once reaching many quarters in time, thousands of the Resistance fighters, masters, students, and daring villagers volunteered ahead of them.
When every color of red went closer, deadlier and scarier put up many forces to stand their ground. There was no going back now after half the villagers of the city joined in a fight, where their fate lied where the end. Barriers positioned elsewhere. Archers were towering on every roof. The Nine stood their guarding stances with Jade Palace masters, same as their tai chi colleagues The Seventh Righteous enabled their fighting stances behind them.
A she-wolf's eyes beamed at her master next to her. "Is Xing going to be alright?" Lotus asked.
"He will be fine, Lotus," Ming calmed her. "We worry later." The Nine were not the only ones they discovered Xing's unconsciousness as soon as their master including Shifu clarified them in a short notice.
The panda's right hand clasped from the paw's elegant grasp. Po felt this simple clasp, over a thousand times since Shen's defeat, his heart grew warmth as Po looked at someone who he cared the most. Tigress grinned at him, in a rare view on the inside, her emotions were far lovable she needed her companionship than isolation.
"INCOMING!"
Their heads swiveled at the scene ahead of them. Over a fifty cannonballs pitched into the sky. Hundreds of watchtower guards shouted in frightfulness before all the fires slammed. This tower was the only guard that thronged and stitched with the enormous barriers along the watchtowers. Furthermore, twenty balls wrecked every side of the wall, billowing most of the black smokes and combined with red flames.
Every person's eyes matched against the two crimson sparkles which stood and all the red eyes united next to the warlord on the dark mountains. We meet again, at last, Prince of Darkness! Po grimaced.
Going wicked in a stern and grinned, the Prince of Darkness eye-viewed Lord Shen's city. His armor looked vicious than his kimono robe and body chains around the Ox's chest and back. Huoju now wore his battle armor, thick black, golden trims upon his gauntlets, red cape tightened with metallic chains underneath his neck, and his scarlet necklace, dazzling like the birth of a star.
Pathetic fools. The rebels never surrender. They decide to fight and die defending Shen's city. Huoju realized every being of the Resistance decided to join death, in which he in his psychotic mind loved slaughtering them all.
"We can take prisoners after their loss, your Highness?" Su Wu demanded the Prince beside him.
Wu Sisters, Phantom, Temutai, boars, and everyone who favored and followed Huoju, joined by their side. Huoju's flame sword rose and plunged the ground ahead. No quarter. Let the games begin.
Wugu and two warlords Li Han and Lieutenant Zhanshi are mines!
I will have to fill up many chapters, guys! This is the final episode, and I want to put up all the works before editing, publishing and work on a sequel (Yep, I am working on it a little)! The Battle of Gongmen acts will go live, and these acts are my challenge to place battle scenes, similar to Battle of the Bastards episode from Game of Thrones! The battle will not be too brutal!
I introduce two OC cameos! The sagacious yak villager Gidahn and the rabbit farmer Mika from the KFP book Redemption! The forgiveness of General Kai's arc story and the characters belong to my fanfic writer friend SheyConYamo! I encourage you to check her out on Fanfiction, and her Tumblr page Art Inclined! Shey amazingly sketches her OCs and Kai, give her lots of affection, pandom!
To Shey from GZ: Gidahn and Mika will show up more in the next chapter, Shey! You can count on Gray! *wink*
If you have not found the easter egg, you can hunt one character who belongs to another writer who also writes his KFP novel! Once you see one of the nine swordmen, think closely!
