Trials from the Present and Past
Memories of a more peaceful place faded away to wisps, not even recognizable through their absence. Contradictory memories of death burned through a reborn Mongol's mind.
"I, died."
Questions of how this was possible raced through his mind. Was it witchcraft? Had his wish to be buried in an unmarked grave been ignored? Had someone found his body despite it being hidden? What happened to Ögedei and the empire he built? How was Börte and the rest of his wives? Those questions rattled the Khan's brain, though it might have been imperceptibly quicker before his rebirth the Khan of Khans did not notice.
Genghis Khan opened his eyes.
Bright light blinded him temporarily before it vanished. The glass ceiling pulled up and fog oozed from fog emitters, that had been specifically placed for dramatic purposes.
The scene before him was, to put it bluntly, baffling. A bunch of famished men and women in mostly white coats appeared of have had a fight. They all had strange hair styles and colors, skin colors, and equipment. What he beheld could be summed up in three simple words.
"Та хачин юм."
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He would later be visited by one of his descendants, who was disappointingly scrawny. His descendent explained that through science he had resurrected him and that he had died several centuries ago. It had been distressing to realize that. Dr. Doofenshmirtz would later come by and inject him with a tube which made him glow. Temüjin noticed that afterwards he could think and act quicker and was much stronger.
The world that he found himself in was a strange one. Everything first seemed as magic, though that was explained to simply be advanced technology and that magic was not real. Then it turned out that magic was real. He assisted his descendent with assembling a mighty army, which was where Temüjin first met the one with the greatest amount of potential. Dennis would help to prevent a rival from humiliating Dr. Doofenshmirtz and presumably forcing him to declare war on this, "Doom." He would learn English from a duck creature by the name of Ludivine Von Drake. He would then deal with some strange hoplites with magma guns and giant ants, though ironically learning metaphors had hindered his purpose. Then he would sneak his way onto a destroyed island to rescue a giant four-eyed creature (also with a lab coat) and bring him back to Doofania.
…
His first words had not anywhere near summed up how strange his second life was. While reminiscing on the past year, he noticed his descendent approaching him, though he appeared somewhat recalcitrant.
"Temüjin, I have come to the realization that you are right! I shall undertake your EVIL Mongolian boot camp!" His heir's fascination with labelling everything as Evil was quite strange, maybe some childhood trauma?
"Vood. You are my descendent and it shames ve to have you ve so scrawny. By the time this is done, you shall be satisfactorily swole."
"Thanks Temüjin! So, when does it begin?"
Genghis Khan pulled out his sword. At birth, he had been named blacksmith. He would forge his descendent into a worthy Mongol. There was no alternative.
"Now run. It begins now."
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The next couple of weeks all followed the same pattern. Genghis Khan would scream at Heinz to wake up at 4:30 AM. Run across country while only drinking horse milk and further exercises to force Heinz to bulk up. This would change one evening while Genghis Khan was letting Heinz wallow in pain.
Heinz jogging in place, while his everything ached in pain after having finished that day's work. Dr. Doofenshmirtz had wanted to collapse but Khan knew that it was healthiest to slow down movement and so extended his trainee's misery.
"Shouldn't Dennis be here by now?" Dennis normally came by at the beginning and end of the training sessions to provide sandwiches.
"Ve vhere about an hour late this time, it is likely that Dennis went back to his home after waiting for us to show up."
"HAVE A SANDWICH!" Dr. Doofenshmirtz fell over as Dennis's sandwich hitting him made him collapse.
"Ah, here he is. Heinz. You may stop jogging."
Dr. Doofenshmirtz groaned and pulled himself to his feet. "Thanks, wait. Dennis, why do you have a track suit on?"
"I want to join you!" The enthusiastic duck replied.
"Where did you get a duck sized, black and white, track suit?"
"I already had one!"
"Okay then… Why did you put it on now?" The Khan's descendent was obviously confused. Obviously, he did not anticipate what was to come. "Temüjin and I just finished training today."
"And vhat is where you are wrong descendent." Heinz had already finished his horse milk and had sufficiently rested.
"Training never finished to begin with!"
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The introduction of Dennis was going quite well. He had even sped up Heinz's progress. But Genghis Khan had an issue.
He did not know how to train Dennis. He certainly could certainly have Dennis exercise (his descendent and the metal man gave some suggestions on what muscles should be focused on and what exercises would help with those), but all the martial arts he knew would not work with a .76 meter (3.3 Chi)-tall duck. Dennis was also a toon, which made him indestructible, though it made him adverse to lethal force. The Khan did not establish a meritocracy across his empire and not be willing to listen to advice after all. Therefore, he had one option: talk with the Agent.
He had requested time to talk with Agent Russ, though he had not mentioned the topic, just that it was important to the martial security of Doofania.
The Agent's office was compact and had little decoration, though that was expected. Russ worked for the American government, not Doofania. "What is this pressing concern of yours Khan?"
"You are avare of the fact that I have been training my descendent to get him properly swole?"
There was a brief pause, "Yes, yes I am. I have been busy, but I have heard the Doctor complain about 'his everything hurting' and how places he 'didn't know he had' ache." Khan could see that the Agent's interest was piqued, though it was hard to notice it. It was only to be expected, given the man's career.
"It sounds like my descendent will need harsher training then. I asked to see you so you could give me advice on what martial arts I could train my lieutenant in. He joined the doctor in training just a day ago."
Russ's eyes widened. Von Drake would probably comment that his eyebrows nearly fell off his face. "You mean Dennis? Dennis joined Dr. Doofenshmirtz in your Mongolian boot camp?"
The Khan of Khans grunted. "Of course. I have always said that Dennis had potential. I would not be wrong about such a thing. It was inevitable."
The agent's disbelieving incredulity was swiftly put under control. "It is hard to think of Dennis going through the same training as the Good Doctor, but I do know of a few styles that Dennis could be trained in"
"Vood, when shall I ve able to expect your contribution?"
"I have a few things to finish up, but I should be available in two days."
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Agent Russ's instructions would prove vital in the education of Dennis. Together with Genghis Khan, Agent Russ would come up with a martial art style which took advantage of the Toon Force and taught Dennis the variant most suited to his physiology. Dennis cheekily called it 'Kung Fool.'
Two months after Dr. Doofenshmirtz asked the Khan of Khans to train him, Temüjin decreed that he was satisfied. The Doctor still had a lean physique, he wasn't loaded with muscles. He had, however, lost the flab that had ailed him. He had gained a significant amount of muscle tone. In the later parts of the training some had compared him to a gymnast. While the Doctor did complain about the pain, he did admit he felt better than he ever had before! The Khan had decided to train him with Dennis, so the two had similar martial arts styles. Temüjin was no longer shamed to have such a slouchy descendent. He certainly approved.
That was nothing compared to Dennis, however. Even Temüjin Borjigin did not expect the radical improvement that Dennis had gone through. He was a master (as much as one can be after two months) of Kung Fool. He was much stronger (though he still looked similar because of the Toon Force). The Khan estimated that against most common enemies, Dennis would have a chance on coming out on top.
Now that the Khan's honor had been satisfied, it was time to start focusing on the modern world, and how to live in it. Provided that nothing bad happened, of course.
A/N: Not completely satisfied, I think I could have expanded it some. I'd like ideas that I could use to improve it.
