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Shadow of the Colossus Scepter
It’d been a while since it was this easy to retrieve a Shen Gong Wu. They beat Jack to the punch and left before he even showed up, no nefarious schemes from Wuya or Chase or Bean or any other random villain. Maybe winter settling in the northern hemisphere had slowed evil down for a change.
… Okay, maybe not, but they could dream, right?
“So, the Colossus Scepter can change anything into a larger version of itself?” Omi asked, peering at the long black staff currently resting on the dining room table from over its lip.
“Yup!” Dojo pointed to the open Scroll for emphasis. “Well, any living thing, that is. Acorns into oak trees, chihuahuas into mastiffs, rabbits into… really, really big rabbits…” Dojo shrugged at the lame finish. “You get the idea.”
Kimiko rested her chin on her propped-on-the-table arm.
“Sounds like something out of a tokusatsu.” The boys looked at her in confusion, and she rolled her eyes. “A ‘Super Shapeshifting Power Fighters’ show?” Raimundo and Clay both “ohhh”d in recognition, while Omi still looked puzzled. “I really need to get you guys into the original stuff.”
Omi’s brain flitted back to the Shen Gong Wu… and then his eyes sparkled as he realized something!
“Then perhaps I might have a bigger form as well?!”
Clay put a gently restraining hand on the monk’s head. “Easy, partner… We might end up with a repeat of the Cyclops incident.”
Omi pouted. “That is true…” He muttered, “although it wasn’t that troublesome until the Changing Chopsticks malfunctioned…”
Raimundo rolled his eyes at the little guy’s self-serving memory. “So like… what about, you, Dojo? Say you’re already in your big dragon mode, does it just turn you into an even bigger dragon?”
Dojo blinked, expression totally normal and not staring into the middle distance through a memory of him rampaging around medieval Asia like a kaiju, certainly not featuring burninated countryside and screaming peasants running out of their thatch-roof cottages.
“Um… yes. Yes, that is absolutely all it does to me and is very very boring, no need to test it out on me.”
The monks looked to each other and… silently all agreed not to unpack that. At least not now.
“So… what should we test it on?” Omi asked.
The four monks pondered for a moment… before dashing off in different directions with grins on their faces!
“Alright, who’s up first?” Raimundo asked with an excited grin as they regrouped in the snowy courtyard.
Omi immediately began waving his hand in the air! “Ooh, ooh! I will go first!” He proudly pulled his test subject out of his sleeves. “Behold!”
The other’s blinked…
“Uh… Omi? That’s just an apple.”
“A fresh apple!” A few quick chops of his hand, and the apple fell neatly into slices surrounding a perfectly cylindrical core, the seeds somehow extracted and neatly placed off to the side. “Master Fung once said that fruit does not immediately die when picked; it merely sustains itself off its stored mass until it can no longer do so. So, I was hoping to see whether there would be a difference between using the Scepter on the flesh versus the seeds!”
Ah… the others nodded in approval, the idea was scientific and cute.
“Sounds like a plan.” Raimundo handed the Scepter to Omi.
The little monk grinned and pointed the Shen Gong Wu at a seed. “Colossus Scepter!”
The Scepter and the seed both glowed golden, and in an instant the seed sprouted and grew and grew until a short, craggy apple tree sat in the middle of the courtyard, branches bare since it was winter, but promising leaves and blossoms and fruit once the seasons passed.
Omi grinned at the “ooh”s and “ahhh”s of his fellow monks.
“And now…” he pointed at one of the apple slices. “Colossus Scepter!”
The apple slice also glowed and shook, and while the morphing seemed a bit shaky, like it needed more magic to turn the flesh into something viable for life… but sure enough, another apple tree sprung forth next to its sibling.
The other monks were pleasantly pleased, but Omi crowed with delight!
“Aha! My experiment was a success!”
Kimiko gave him a smile and light pat on the head. “Okay, my turn.”
The Fire Dragon pulled a particular Shen Gong Wu from off her person and set it down on the ground.
“Sweet Baby Among Us!”
The little statue glowed, and in an instant the large golden baby sat among them, fussing at first and then cooing as he realized that there was no danger around. Playtime?
Kimiko pointed the new Shen Gong Wu at him. “Colossus Scepter!”
The already massive baby was enveloped in gold light, reaching higher, higher, higher into the sky until both feet took up nearly the entire courtyard, pushing the Dragons into the wall of one of the buildings…
Said feet were clad in shiny loafers that led up to golden socks, slacks engraved with pinstripes, a gilded two-piece suit, and a very shiny, very disgruntled face talking into a golden cellphone the size of a car with a booming tenor.
“I don’t care if he has to work double overtime; tell Chan if the Johnson account falls through, then he’s fired, fired!”
The monks all looked at each other, disappointed even as they struggled to breathe. “Well, that’s depressing…”
Kimiko struggled to pull the Scepter out from the shoes and boys’ bodies crushing her, and aimed it at the Bitter Businessman Among Us.
“Colossus Scepter!”
Very thankfully, the Businessman began to shrink back to his adorable, not-corrupted-by-capitalism Baby self, and he cooed at them once more. They waved back at him gently, and the giant baby shrunk back even further to his innate statue form.
“Oof, definitely never using that combo again.” Raimundo shook his head. … Although he paused. “Actually, what would he throw instead of diapers? Pink slips? Fancy pens?”
Clay shook his head. “Some questions just ain’t meant to be answered, partner. Especially not at the cost of someone’s innocence. … But my bet would be mountains of paperwork. Really complicated paperwork.”
Everyone shuddered at the thought.
“Okay, my turn.” Raimundo smirked. “Since Dojo was too much of a chicken, I was wondering how it’d work on the Sapphire Dragon—”
“NO!”
“Raimundo, what the heck?!”
“Have you lost your pebbles?!”
“Marbles…” Clay and Kimiko corrected him flatly.
“Does the type of rock really matter here, Raimundo has clearly lost them!”
“I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” Raimundo held up placating hands, satisfied that he freaked them out for a second. “I was thinking maybe trying it on our Wudai Weapons? They’re kind of alive, right?”
Ohhhh. Everyone’s eyes lit up at the thought of wielding super-sized, ultra-powered Weapons.
“Heck yeah!”
“I’m in!”
“This is a most brilliant idea, Raimundo! You once again have your tiny rocks of indeterminate type!”
Raimundo rolled his eyes as he and the rest of the monks placed their Weapons in the center.
“Colossus Scepter!”
All four weapons began to grow, and grow, until once again the courtyard was filled, this time with sharp metals and leather and a long pole of ice. Everyone’s eyes shone brightly in awe!
“So cooooool!”
Clay approached the Massive Bang Meteorang… and quickly realized the main downside to this idea, even his prodigious strength unable to do more than lift one wing tip.
“I think… there might be a little snag there, Rai. I’d have to be the size of that businessman to lift this thing!”
Kimiko similarly struggled trying to lift the flap of the Arrow Sparrow’s pouch, only for her grip to slip and the flap to land on her like a flyswatter!
Omi pondered… since his Weapon’s power was shapeshifting…
“Shimo Staff!”
The giant icicle glowed gold… and turned into a massive guandao that sliced the obstacle course in half!
Omi blinked… and blushed, hastily turning to Raimundo.
“We should probably return our Weapons to their former sizes! … And if anyone asks, Jack Spicer did it!”
Raimundo nodded, calling the Colossus Scepter and shrinking the Wudai Weapons back to normal.
“So, uh… we ready to call it a day?” Raimundo asked.
“Not so fast!” Clay pulled out a small cup. “I think my idea’s gonna be the winner here! I brought a piece of the sourdough starter Ma sent me last Christmas; the original’s been with us since her side of the family made the trek to Texas! That’s over a hundred and fifty years of history right here!”
The other monks came over and peered into the cup… and stood back, the sour pungency of even this much of the starter overwhelming them all.
“It definitely smells a hundred and fifty years old!” Omi exclaimed, pinching his tiny nose and waving a hand in the air.
“You sure that’s alive, bro?” Raimundo cried out.
Clay sighed, half expecting this, but already realizing the cure beforehand.
“Well now, I didn’t realize y’all didn’t care that much for my sourdough flapjacks. It’s a right shame too, since I was planning on making them tomorrow morning. But I guess we can have plain ol’ rice porridge instead if y’all’d rather—”
All three monks zipped back up to him, faces innocent and eyes shining, while a serene smirk graced Clay’s face.
“No no no, we care!” Kimiko said hastily.
“Yeah, dude, we were just teasing, we swear!” Raimundo nodded vigorously.
“Any amount of stench is worth the tangy deliciousness of your flapjacks, Clay!”
Yeah, that’s what I thought… Clay thought but left unvoiced as he nodded beatifically at them.
“Anyway… I’m curious whether this’d make enough dough to keep us on bread for weeks! Or go all the way and make a whole loaf of bread the size of a barn!”
The other three monks should’ve guessed this would involve food. But honestly, it was only fair, given how Omi used his on an apple and their attempts ended so poorly. And who knows, tons of bread wouldn’t be a bad outcome. Raimundo smiled and handed the cowboy the Scepter.
“Colossus Scepter!”
The cup rumbled and rattled against the courtyard tiles… before massive blobs came spilling out, not of dough or fresh-baked bread, but dozens of building-sized sourdough bacteria, all hungry and producing an even greater stench than the tablespoon of starter they sprang forth from!
A pause among the Dragons…
“Maybe they’re friendly…?” Omi ventured in sheepish fear.
It was then that one bacterium, slightly larger than the others, let out a watery roar that somehow everyone knew translated to “WORLD DOMINATIOOOON!” and led the stampede of bacteria out of the courtyard towards the main gate.
“We must capture them before Master Fung finds out!” Omi called out!
“Why do I sense great evil has been unleashed?” Master Fung asked as he suddenly appeared behind the monks, equal parts concerned and… tired, so tired.
Oh. Crud.
The four monks turned to their master, stunned silent… until three voices piped up as one.
“Clay did it!” And with that, the Water, Wind, and Fire Dragons vanished in opposite directions!
“Oh, well thanks a lot, y’all!” Clay grumbled after them, before his fear kicked back in at the sight of Master Fung raising an unamused eyebrow at him. He pulled off his hat and fiddled with the brim between both of his hands. “I um… I can explain, sir.”
… Okay, maybe not, but they could dream, right?
“So, the Colossus Scepter can change anything into a larger version of itself?” Omi asked, peering at the long black staff currently resting on the dining room table from over its lip.
“Yup!” Dojo pointed to the open Scroll for emphasis. “Well, any living thing, that is. Acorns into oak trees, chihuahuas into mastiffs, rabbits into… really, really big rabbits…” Dojo shrugged at the lame finish. “You get the idea.”
Kimiko rested her chin on her propped-on-the-table arm.
“Sounds like something out of a tokusatsu.” The boys looked at her in confusion, and she rolled her eyes. “A ‘Super Shapeshifting Power Fighters’ show?” Raimundo and Clay both “ohhh”d in recognition, while Omi still looked puzzled. “I really need to get you guys into the original stuff.”
Omi’s brain flitted back to the Shen Gong Wu… and then his eyes sparkled as he realized something!
“Then perhaps I might have a bigger form as well?!”
Clay put a gently restraining hand on the monk’s head. “Easy, partner… We might end up with a repeat of the Cyclops incident.”
Omi pouted. “That is true…” He muttered, “although it wasn’t that troublesome until the Changing Chopsticks malfunctioned…”
Raimundo rolled his eyes at the little guy’s self-serving memory. “So like… what about, you, Dojo? Say you’re already in your big dragon mode, does it just turn you into an even bigger dragon?”
Dojo blinked, expression totally normal and not staring into the middle distance through a memory of him rampaging around medieval Asia like a kaiju, certainly not featuring burninated countryside and screaming peasants running out of their thatch-roof cottages.
“Um… yes. Yes, that is absolutely all it does to me and is very very boring, no need to test it out on me.”
The monks looked to each other and… silently all agreed not to unpack that. At least not now.
“So… what should we test it on?” Omi asked.
The four monks pondered for a moment… before dashing off in different directions with grins on their faces!
“Alright, who’s up first?” Raimundo asked with an excited grin as they regrouped in the snowy courtyard.
Omi immediately began waving his hand in the air! “Ooh, ooh! I will go first!” He proudly pulled his test subject out of his sleeves. “Behold!”
The other’s blinked…
“Uh… Omi? That’s just an apple.”
“A fresh apple!” A few quick chops of his hand, and the apple fell neatly into slices surrounding a perfectly cylindrical core, the seeds somehow extracted and neatly placed off to the side. “Master Fung once said that fruit does not immediately die when picked; it merely sustains itself off its stored mass until it can no longer do so. So, I was hoping to see whether there would be a difference between using the Scepter on the flesh versus the seeds!”
Ah… the others nodded in approval, the idea was scientific and cute.
“Sounds like a plan.” Raimundo handed the Scepter to Omi.
The little monk grinned and pointed the Shen Gong Wu at a seed. “Colossus Scepter!”
The Scepter and the seed both glowed golden, and in an instant the seed sprouted and grew and grew until a short, craggy apple tree sat in the middle of the courtyard, branches bare since it was winter, but promising leaves and blossoms and fruit once the seasons passed.
Omi grinned at the “ooh”s and “ahhh”s of his fellow monks.
“And now…” he pointed at one of the apple slices. “Colossus Scepter!”
The apple slice also glowed and shook, and while the morphing seemed a bit shaky, like it needed more magic to turn the flesh into something viable for life… but sure enough, another apple tree sprung forth next to its sibling.
The other monks were pleasantly pleased, but Omi crowed with delight!
“Aha! My experiment was a success!”
Kimiko gave him a smile and light pat on the head. “Okay, my turn.”
The Fire Dragon pulled a particular Shen Gong Wu from off her person and set it down on the ground.
“Sweet Baby Among Us!”
The little statue glowed, and in an instant the large golden baby sat among them, fussing at first and then cooing as he realized that there was no danger around. Playtime?
Kimiko pointed the new Shen Gong Wu at him. “Colossus Scepter!”
The already massive baby was enveloped in gold light, reaching higher, higher, higher into the sky until both feet took up nearly the entire courtyard, pushing the Dragons into the wall of one of the buildings…
Said feet were clad in shiny loafers that led up to golden socks, slacks engraved with pinstripes, a gilded two-piece suit, and a very shiny, very disgruntled face talking into a golden cellphone the size of a car with a booming tenor.
“I don’t care if he has to work double overtime; tell Chan if the Johnson account falls through, then he’s fired, fired!”
The monks all looked at each other, disappointed even as they struggled to breathe. “Well, that’s depressing…”
Kimiko struggled to pull the Scepter out from the shoes and boys’ bodies crushing her, and aimed it at the Bitter Businessman Among Us.
“Colossus Scepter!”
Very thankfully, the Businessman began to shrink back to his adorable, not-corrupted-by-capitalism Baby self, and he cooed at them once more. They waved back at him gently, and the giant baby shrunk back even further to his innate statue form.
“Oof, definitely never using that combo again.” Raimundo shook his head. … Although he paused. “Actually, what would he throw instead of diapers? Pink slips? Fancy pens?”
Clay shook his head. “Some questions just ain’t meant to be answered, partner. Especially not at the cost of someone’s innocence. … But my bet would be mountains of paperwork. Really complicated paperwork.”
Everyone shuddered at the thought.
“Okay, my turn.” Raimundo smirked. “Since Dojo was too much of a chicken, I was wondering how it’d work on the Sapphire Dragon—”
“NO!”
“Raimundo, what the heck?!”
“Have you lost your pebbles?!”
“Marbles…” Clay and Kimiko corrected him flatly.
“Does the type of rock really matter here, Raimundo has clearly lost them!”
“I’m kidding, I’m kidding!” Raimundo held up placating hands, satisfied that he freaked them out for a second. “I was thinking maybe trying it on our Wudai Weapons? They’re kind of alive, right?”
Ohhhh. Everyone’s eyes lit up at the thought of wielding super-sized, ultra-powered Weapons.
“Heck yeah!”
“I’m in!”
“This is a most brilliant idea, Raimundo! You once again have your tiny rocks of indeterminate type!”
Raimundo rolled his eyes as he and the rest of the monks placed their Weapons in the center.
“Colossus Scepter!”
All four weapons began to grow, and grow, until once again the courtyard was filled, this time with sharp metals and leather and a long pole of ice. Everyone’s eyes shone brightly in awe!
“So cooooool!”
Clay approached the Massive Bang Meteorang… and quickly realized the main downside to this idea, even his prodigious strength unable to do more than lift one wing tip.
“I think… there might be a little snag there, Rai. I’d have to be the size of that businessman to lift this thing!”
Kimiko similarly struggled trying to lift the flap of the Arrow Sparrow’s pouch, only for her grip to slip and the flap to land on her like a flyswatter!
Omi pondered… since his Weapon’s power was shapeshifting…
“Shimo Staff!”
The giant icicle glowed gold… and turned into a massive guandao that sliced the obstacle course in half!
Omi blinked… and blushed, hastily turning to Raimundo.
“We should probably return our Weapons to their former sizes! … And if anyone asks, Jack Spicer did it!”
Raimundo nodded, calling the Colossus Scepter and shrinking the Wudai Weapons back to normal.
“So, uh… we ready to call it a day?” Raimundo asked.
“Not so fast!” Clay pulled out a small cup. “I think my idea’s gonna be the winner here! I brought a piece of the sourdough starter Ma sent me last Christmas; the original’s been with us since her side of the family made the trek to Texas! That’s over a hundred and fifty years of history right here!”
The other monks came over and peered into the cup… and stood back, the sour pungency of even this much of the starter overwhelming them all.
“It definitely smells a hundred and fifty years old!” Omi exclaimed, pinching his tiny nose and waving a hand in the air.
“You sure that’s alive, bro?” Raimundo cried out.
Clay sighed, half expecting this, but already realizing the cure beforehand.
“Well now, I didn’t realize y’all didn’t care that much for my sourdough flapjacks. It’s a right shame too, since I was planning on making them tomorrow morning. But I guess we can have plain ol’ rice porridge instead if y’all’d rather—”
All three monks zipped back up to him, faces innocent and eyes shining, while a serene smirk graced Clay’s face.
“No no no, we care!” Kimiko said hastily.
“Yeah, dude, we were just teasing, we swear!” Raimundo nodded vigorously.
“Any amount of stench is worth the tangy deliciousness of your flapjacks, Clay!”
Yeah, that’s what I thought… Clay thought but left unvoiced as he nodded beatifically at them.
“Anyway… I’m curious whether this’d make enough dough to keep us on bread for weeks! Or go all the way and make a whole loaf of bread the size of a barn!”
The other three monks should’ve guessed this would involve food. But honestly, it was only fair, given how Omi used his on an apple and their attempts ended so poorly. And who knows, tons of bread wouldn’t be a bad outcome. Raimundo smiled and handed the cowboy the Scepter.
“Colossus Scepter!”
The cup rumbled and rattled against the courtyard tiles… before massive blobs came spilling out, not of dough or fresh-baked bread, but dozens of building-sized sourdough bacteria, all hungry and producing an even greater stench than the tablespoon of starter they sprang forth from!
A pause among the Dragons…
“Maybe they’re friendly…?” Omi ventured in sheepish fear.
It was then that one bacterium, slightly larger than the others, let out a watery roar that somehow everyone knew translated to “WORLD DOMINATIOOOON!” and led the stampede of bacteria out of the courtyard towards the main gate.
“We must capture them before Master Fung finds out!” Omi called out!
“Why do I sense great evil has been unleashed?” Master Fung asked as he suddenly appeared behind the monks, equal parts concerned and… tired, so tired.
Oh. Crud.
The four monks turned to their master, stunned silent… until three voices piped up as one.
“Clay did it!” And with that, the Water, Wind, and Fire Dragons vanished in opposite directions!
“Oh, well thanks a lot, y’all!” Clay grumbled after them, before his fear kicked back in at the sight of Master Fung raising an unamused eyebrow at him. He pulled off his hat and fiddled with the brim between both of his hands. “I um… I can explain, sir.”