Man, was he getting old. Oogway chuckled to himself, he had pushed this off for too long. For nearly 500 years. He sat at the lone desk, surrounded by countless scrolls, the thousand scrolls of kung fu. He picked up the feather and dipped it into the black ink. His claws shook as he made the first few strokes. Oogway shook his head, after all this time he was still an emotional wreck when trying to write this.
Long ago, I had a brother-
Oogway choked on his tears, pushing them back. Times had changed, and today he would finish this. He didn't have much time left. So, he continued to write.
Kai . . .
He had succeeded in writing his old friend's name. Quess he had gotten stronger. He pushed himself to draw a picture of the Yak, midair. He bit his tongue as tears stained his eyes. No, he wouldn't cry, not again.
"My closest friend . . ." Oogway dropped the feather onto the paper and tears rolled down his cheeks. He raised one of his claws to his face and gently placed it against his face. He clenched his other claw. "I- can't? Am I not- why- am I not ready?"
"Master Oogway?!" Oogway shook his head violently and wiped away his tears.
The sagely master forced a smile as the Red Panda walked into his line of sight. "Shifu? Shouldn't you be training with Tai-Lung?"
"He finished them."
"Finished what, Shifu? I am no mind reader. I am merely a tortoise."
"The thousand scrolls, I think he is ready."
Oogway sighed. "There is no 'ready', Shifu. You can only be prepared so much, there is always something to surprise you. I'll be there in a minute, go ahead."
Shifu bowed to Oogway and quickly made his departure. Oogway turned his head back to the scroll in front of him. "Another time, old friend?" He didn't stop the tears this time. "Another time, then. On a long day."