KONG'S BOREDOM

Kong's Boredom (Chapter Four)

The weeks following Kong's introduction of soap and toothpaste were nothing short of a revelation for Tudor England. The kingdom, which had been steeped in centuries of filth and disease, began to see subtle changes. People noticed that their skin was cleaner, their teeth less painful. There was still the stench of the streets, but it wasn't quite as suffocating as before. Kong's ideas were spreading like wildfire.

Queen Mary, still wary of Kong, couldn't deny the positive impact of his "modern" methods. He wasn't just a brute force with a gun anymore; he was proving to be a cunning strategist who understood how to win the hearts and minds of the people. Even the nobles, who were initially skeptical of Kong's teachings, started to see the benefits.

But not everyone was pleased with the giant's influence. Among those who eyed him with suspicion was Queen Mary's younger sister, Elizabeth. She had always been sharp and quick to see through facades, and something about Kong didn't sit right with her.

From their first meeting, there was a tension between them. Where Mary showed a cautious curiosity, Elizabeth showed a cold, calculating demeanor. She watched Kong with narrowed eyes, studying him like one might a snake coiled to strike.

Kong didn't care much for her either. "Lizzy," as he privately called her, seemed too smart for her own good, and he didn't like how she always seemed to be two steps ahead in their conversations. She was an obstacle, one he couldn't simply shoot his way through.

"Why is it that you, a stranger from another time, come here and act like our savior?" Elizabeth asked one day, her tone dripping with skepticism. "We have lived just fine without your 'modern marvels.' What makes you think we need you?"

Kong smirked. "You lived fine, huh? That's one way to put it. From where I stand, 'fine' means half your population rotting from the inside out with no idea why. I'm here to help, but if you don't want it, I can pack up and leave anytime."

Elizabeth's eyes bore into him. "Do not mistake tolerance for trust, Kong. My sister might be willing to entertain your ideas, but I know better than to trust a man who speaks so highly of himself."

Kong just laughed. "I don't need trust. I need results."

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Months Passed...

As time went on, Kong's influence continued to grow. People started referring to him as the "Giant Reformer," though Elizabeth would snidely remark, "More like the Giant Conman." The nobles who had once dismissed his ideas began adopting his methods. The kingdom started to modernize, slowly but noticeably.

The courtyards became places of activity where Kong taught selected craftsmen to make soap and toothpaste. He even started instructing a few on basic medical knowledge. They didn't fully grasp the science behind it, but they saw the effects-fewer deaths from infections, fewer aches and pains.

The populace became healthier, and with health came morale. Queen Mary had to admit, begrudgingly, that the giant's influence was having a positive effect on her kingdom. But beneath the surface, tensions simmered. Not everyone was as enamored with the changes as Mary was. The old guard, the traditionalists, and the knights began to grow restless. And Elizabeth, ever perceptive, began to sow seeds of doubt. She played the long game, biding her time.

One day, a group of knights gathered outside the palace, watching Kong train. Kong's training routine was brutal; he didn't go easy on himself. Even in this new world, he stayed sharp, practicing his combat skills and keeping his body strong.

A young knight named Walter, known for his bravery but not necessarily his intellect, observed Kong from a distance. He had heard all the rumors-the whispers about the giant from another world. Some said he was a god, others a devil. But watching Kong train, Walter saw something he didn't expect: vulnerability.

Kong was running through a set of exercises, gritting his teeth as he pushed his muscles to their limits. Sweat poured down his face, and for a moment, he slipped, his leg giving out beneath him. He hit the ground hard, cursing under his breath.

Walter's eyes widened. He watched as Kong clutched his leg, wincing in pain. It was clear he was injured. For a moment, the great and powerful giant looked just like any other man-hurt, tired, and mortal.

A thought crept into Walter's mind. He's human, he bleeds, he can be hurt. The realization was like a spark, igniting a dangerous idea. If Kong could be hurt, he could be killed. And if he could be killed... well, perhaps Elizabeth wasn't so far off in her suspicions.

Walter didn't say anything aloud, but the wheels in his mind began to turn. He knew he needed to report this back to Elizabeth. She would know what to do.

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End of Chapter Four.