I do not own the characters, nor the iconic lines of the characters, nor the world of Kung Fu Panda. All rights go to DreamWorks Animation for coming up with the Kung Fu Panda franchise. This storyline just came to me years after I watched the original film and was just feeling nostalgic so I decided to rewatch it and came up with this after watching the first film. Have a dumpling, and enjoy! XD
"Shifu, I-" A young snow leopard looked pleadingly at the old red panda.
"WILL YOU HAVE THE SCROLL?," the master roared.
"YES MASTER," Tai Lung snapped back into full attention as he had been trained to all his life. It was his destiny as his master had foresaw, and Shifu could never be wrong. He couldn't be.
"Because you should give up! You will," Shifu directed a low blow to Tai Lung which he deflected, "never," an uppercut, "succeed," as Tai Lung's eyes widened for a second as if he had been smacked in the face by his father figure, "with your attitude!" Shifu's second low blow to the young cub caught him off guard. Letting out a whine, Shifu's heart ached at putting his son through such hard training, but he had to. It was as much his destiny as it was his son's, as Oogway foretold the legend about the dragon scroll. He would train the dragon warrior.
But Tai Lung had recovered with the desire for the scroll that rejuvenated him with power and energy. And as a thousand times before, he roared out, "I WANT MY SCROLL!" as he threw his arms and legs out in a flurry of his own impressive array of kicks and punches in retaliation, careful and ready to stop any of them in their tracks before delivering any excessive hurt to the closest companion of his life.
And Shifu looked upon his student glowing with pride, but it wasn't enough for the young cub. As much as Shifu didn't know how to express his joy in words, Shifu needed it in that form. And he yearned to hear it, even though he would only hear it decades later, not that he knew, nor Shifu knew, what would end up of the father-son duo.
And as Shifu ended the last of the relentless and demanding training sessions designed to push the little cub to his limits and then some, the smaller one consoled his wounded and battered self with words, words that he wished nothing more than to say them to his father figure now, even though it was an unspoken taboo to air such emotions, and he knew that Shifu would frown upon such an open display of affection and call it weakness. But he would say it, the same number of decades later, when such disapproval would mean nothing to the warrior who had been hurt by Shifu's low blows.
"All I did, I did to make you proud, Shifu. Tell me how proud you are."