Kung Fu Panda: Reborn as Po

The battlefield, once a cacophony of clashing weapons and war cries, fell eerily silent in Po's mind as he witnessed the gambit unfold.

The Allied Kingdoms had resorted to a desperate strategy—a devastating assault using explosives hidden beneath the battlefield. Triggered remotely, the explosions ripped through the advancing Chinese forces, leaving craters and devastation in their wake. Hundreds of soldiers were lost in an instant.

Po froze, the sight burning itself into his soul. Bodies that had stood proud and ready moments ago now lay lifeless. Soldiers he had trained, whose dreams and hopes he had fostered, were gone in the blink of an eye.

He had seen many things in his journey—great triumphs and bitter failures. But never this. Never death on such a scale.

The shock turned to a hollow ache in his chest, and then into something deeper. A cold, unrelenting fury welled up from within.

Po's breathing slowed, but his chi burned hotter than ever. His jade aura flared to life, growing brighter and more intense as it encased him like an impenetrable shield.

Tai Lung, nearby, sensed the shift. "Po...?" he called cautiously, his voice tinged with concern.

But Po's mind was elsewhere. His usual jovial demeanor had been replaced by an icy resolve. His eyes narrowed, and his voice, when it came, was a whisper that carried like a thunderclap.

"This ends now."

Po stepped forward, his movements deliberate and methodical. The ground cracked beneath his feet, his chi radiating out in waves that seemed to still the air around him. He raised his hands, and the techniques of his newly mastered styles began to flow like water from an overflowing dam.

The first wave of enemy soldiers charged at him, their weapons raised. Po intercepted the strikes with his bare hands, absorbing the kinetic energy of their attacks. With a roar, he redirected that energy back at them, sending bodies flying like ragdolls.

A second group rushed in, and Po responded with devastating precision.

With a swift arc of his right leg, Po unleashed a crescent-shaped kick that tore through the enemy ranks, ripping through armor and flesh alike. The shockwave of the attack sent others sprawling, their formations shattered.

From his elevated vantage point, Po's eyes glowed as he focused on the enemy commanders. He could see the flow of their chi, the crucial points that directed their movements.

He inhaled deeply and exhaled sharply, firing invisible bullets of air. Each one struck true, disrupting the chi flow of his targets and leaving them disoriented and vulnerable.

Grabbing a fallen enemy's blade, Po dashed forward in a blur. His first strike cleaved through the ranks with such force that the very air seemed to split. When an enemy commander dared to challenge him, Po met their weapon with his own, clashing the blades together.

Using Shi Huang Guard and Yan Cut, Po stored the commander's power within his sword and redirected it in a devastating counterstrike. The enemy's weapon shattered, and the commander fell with a single blow.

Even as his rage drove him forward, Po's movements were precise. He seamlessly transitioned into the flowing techniques of the Water Stream Rock Smashing Fist, moving like a calm stream before erupting with punches that reduced entire squads to nothing.

A group of assassins surrounded him, attempting to use their speed to gain the upper hand. Po activated Allsight, predicting their every move. With pinpoint precision, he intercepted their strikes and delivered Piercing Fang attacks that left no room for retaliation.

Faced with an armored phalanx, Po activated the destructive power of his former style. His strikes were no longer fluid or defensive—they were brutal, each blow a concentrated explosion of chi that obliterated his opponents.

As the Chinese forces rallied behind him, the Allied Kingdoms' rulers stepped in to try and turn the tide.

Raja Rajeshwar appeared, his chi glowing golden as he struck with precise, devastating blows. His warriors, inspired by their king, surged forward.Queen Tara, leaping from shadow to shadow, targeted key Chinese commanders. Her snow leopard grace was unmatched as she struck with calculated efficiency.Khan Batu led a cavalry charge, his riders thundering toward Po. But the Dragon Warrior was ready.Tai Lung Intervenes

Seeing the cavalry's advance, Tai Lung launched himself into the fray. "Po!" he roared, knocking a group of riders from their mounts. He slammed his chi-infused fists into the ground, creating a shockwave that halted the charge.

But even Tai Lung was taken aback by Po's relentless assault. "This isn't you," he muttered under his breath, watching Po carve through the battlefield with an unyielding fury.

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, the Allied forces began to falter. The combined strength of Po, Tai Lung, and the Furious Five had left their armies in disarray. But the cost of the battle was undeniable.

Po stood amidst the carnage, his breathing heavy, his hands trembling as the cold fury slowly ebbed. Around him lay the aftermath of his wrath—broken weapons, shattered armor, and countless fallen soldiers.

Tai Lung approached him cautiously. "Po... you okay?"

Po didn't answer immediately. His voice, when it came, was calm but resolute. "Oogway's rules and code of War... they don't apply here. Not anymore. Forget that old Code of War for now."

He turned to the remnants of his army, his voice carrying across the field.

"This is war. And we will do whatever it takes to protect our Empire."

The soldiers cheered, but Tai Lung and the Furious Five exchanged uneasy glances. The Dragon Warrior had changed. And the War was far from over.

Po spoke a single sentence that chilled the spins of Po's close friends:" They killed our friends and allies, Kill. them. all."

AN: Po has lost it, but who will stop him when he's like that? Drop your Powerstones and I'll try to post the Chapter as soon as possible.