“Why should the Khan settle for less? Why can’t we fight back?!” A few clansmen yelled, unable to hold their grudges.“Master Zephyr, we support you. But we can’t face these guards for you, they’re too powerful! They’re all Strengths of level eight, you should surrender!”“I agree Master Zephyr, please, surrender first! We will follow you, nonetheless!”Although many young clansmen were fired up, they could not bear to watch Mist arrest Zephyr. However strong Zephyr may be, the young clansmen did not believe that Zephyr was on the same level as Mist.“Get on your knees, boy!” chided a guard, they then sent forth a wave of energy towards Zephyr. This was a powerful move, were Zephyr to take it head on, there was no doubt that he would get injured. “Out of my way, dog!” Zephyr yelled. Zephyr raised his right hand, and waved it at his opponent. Fists of power crashed out of Zephyr, going forth in all directions. Wherever they landed, loud cracks and booms echoed, it shook the hall an
Zephyr would have never guessed that Spout Khan had reached a Strength of level nine, even on the verge of achieving the Agility level! He was stronger than Mist by a long shot. Seeing hits, Zephyr could not help but sigh, had Spout wanted to take over the Khan, he could have done it so easily. “Zephyr boy, why so quaint?” Spout spoke, then smiled towards Zephyr, his smile full of welcome and approval. “What are you doing here, Spout?” asked Mist crudely, his expression was wary. “You should know why I am here. In the beginning, I did not resist you overtaking the role of the Khan patriarchy, this was because I was waiting for Zephyr to be ready. Once he was, I would support his return to his rightful place,” Spout replied calmly. “All these years, I had never interfered with Khan business,” he continued. “Up until now!”An explosive wave of energy emanated from Spout, a tempest unlike any other. Spout locked his gaze with Mist while he stated, “That does not mean that I am not aware
“You’ll regret this!” Mist hissed, his venomous gaze switched from Zephyr, to Spout. His eyes filled with hatred, malice, and disgust all at once. “You had this coming,” Zephyr replied, coldly. “Fine! Since you leave me no choice, I will abdicate! But just you wait, one day!” Mist hissed, reluctance in his tone. “Why is that?” Spout asked warily. “It’s my birthday today. Seeing how I’ve done so much for you ungrateful f*cks, I should at least be allowed a nice, birthday banquet!” Mist said, his fists clenched. Spout’s frown became more intense, a lot can happen within a day. However, Spout had no reason to reject Mist’s appeal. “Alright, I’ll give you that. You will relinquish the throne tomorrow!” Spout replied calmly. “Let us leave, Puck,” Mist said, his voice full of anger. Puck did not hesitate to follow his father out, but as he left, he gave Zephyr a daggered look. To Puck, everything that happened his father and him is all because of Zephyr the B*stard. Mist’s followers followed
“Guess I’m just lucky!” Zephyr said, unwilling to divulge too much information. “You must keep your guard up, especially tonight,” said Spout, who nodded approvingly. He did not ask anything else, he just sipped his drink through gentle laughter.…Night came. The surrounding was dark, the clouds blocked the moon. It had already been an unpleasant occasion, the environment just accentuated it. The Khan household was lively, the courtyard filled with lanterns, and the inhabitants were noisy. It was a lively occasion nonetheless. “Hahaha… enjoy yourselves, please! Although I did not bring much to the table, I still want to thank all of you for your support!” said Mist to everyone around him, his cup high in the air. He was a tad drunk. His face was red. “Drink up Zachary, drink up! You said it! I was never a good leader! I do not deserve to lead the Khan!” He sang to one of the Khan leaders. Zachary Khan was the first to openly oppose Mist.Zachary did not resist, and downed his cu
Although Zachary had just heckled him, Mist kept a calm demeanor, accompanied by a small smile. “It would seem none of you take me as a threat anymore. You are dead wrong,” Mist said slyly. Right as he finished his sentence, bladed energy was unleashed. A tiger’s roar was heard, followed by the bladed energy that grouped together to form the visage of a ferocious tiger. Right as it appeared, a great spout of blood splattered across the sky. Zachary Khan had been decapitated by Mist.“What on Earth are you doing, Mist?!” Most of the attendees reacted quickly upon seeing such a bloody mess. “Hahaha… What am I doing? You ungrateful f*cks are going to find out exactly what I’ve sacrificed for all of you! I will take each and every one of my goodwill back!” Mist snarled, then shook off the blood on his weapon. “B*stard! Mist Khan, you have just killed a fellow leader, you will not be forgiven” Shouted someone angrily, they unleashed their true energy right after. “Get him!” Followed by
Mist, all who have opposed you have been killed. Once you deal with the rabble, the Khan will belong to you!” said the leader dressed in black. “Have you killed Spout?” asked Mist excitedly. “We did not find him, maybe he hid himself earlier,” the man calmly replied. “He’s not dead? Fine, let it be. After tonight, the Khan will be all mine, there is nothing Spout can do anyway,” Mist continued, his voice carried tones of regret, but otherwise it was unacknowledged. “Mist… you conspired with outsiders to kill your own clansmen?! You really are scum!” screamed one of the Khan angrily. Once the group of darkly-dressed men arrived, all was clear to the Khan, and it left nothing but angry faces. “Hahaha… winner takes all! After tonight, who would dare say Mist Khan isn’t one?” Mist guffawed.Seeing this unfold, Zephyr did not move a muscle, neither did he plan to attack. He knew these leaders were not noble nor were they honorable, only out for themselves. Who knew? Perhaps their murde
One by one, Zephyr’s assailants were sent flying by his attack. “Impossible!” cried Mist as he was sent flying back too, face full of shock. He turned to the voice, which gained even more suspense upon seeing whence it came. There, a few men slowly walked over with their leader, an old man with long, silvery hair that blew in the wind, his eyes carried nothing but contempt, like an old, honored lion. Beside him, a group of Khan leaders followed suit, among them was Spout Khan. “Impossible! You should be dead by now!” Mist cried, his fear intensely grew at the sight of the strong defenders that were approaching. Mist’s fear was warranted, seeing how the old man that led the party was none other than Typhoon Khan, his father. “Take these men down, no quarter!” Typhoon commanded, then, he turned his gaze to Mist, “Traitor!” his anger boiled as he shouted. A great tiger appeared behind Typhoon which signalled his attack. He was livid now, he said nothing as he raised his hand and sent a sl
Many Khan leaders died that night; those who were killed by Mist, and those who were killed by the black-garbed assassins. Typhoon Khan was of no help, he sentenced all who supported Mist and his endeavours to the sword. Essentially, the Khan were now left at half of their power. “From now on, the Khan will be reborn!” Typhoon stated. “Although we suffered a great loss, I believe that as long as we work together, the Khan will be returned to glory! Hell, it might even be better than before!” he exclaimed.“I’m sorry My Lord. The years under Mist have been rough, we could do nothing but stand-by and watch as he drove us into the ground. We are very sorry to have disappointed you!” sighed a group of leaders, guilt plastered each of their faces. These leaders were the true pillars of the Khan, the most honorable bunch. However, even as they spoke, their gaze instinctively turned to Zephyr, who was seated there, calm and silent. If it were not for those that personally witnessed Zephyr’s