Volume Two: Eyes of Hate

Chapter XVII

Shatter Bones, One by One

September 19, 1210

Outside of the Training Hall, the snow leopard clouted against thick stones one and the other while geese servants maintained their control on their devices, which delivered most of the rocks toward Tai Lung. Fisting one and the next, the leopard hailed. The day remarkably shaded its aquatic horizon, so precise with the clouds splayed its white amongst the mountains and underneath stretched through gaps. Contemplating these rocks, which shattered more than a hundred cuts along with small and big debris, Tai Lung instantly recalled this soothing voice that let him concentrate his strength. In contrast, each strike before many Gods know how many times to hit hard and thick objects, paws would be immune from pain, opposing encounters.

In his teen years, Tai Lung watched his red panda master shatter stones. On the stairs near the Training Hall, Grandmaster Oogway observed his students smirking endlessly. The leopard was on the intermediate level of Kung Fu as if his teachers participated in woods to break in half, stones shattered, and wooden crocodile models paced its swivels. By the time the snow leopard teen broke only five rocks, Shifu had chronicled his student's knuckles shatter, determining one issue the red panda master figured.

"Each blow against hardened surfaces will deliver your paws be excruciatingly in pain," Shifu spoke, clasping paws behind his back. His fu manchu beard was light cinnamon, and ocean eyes sharpened. "This task of eliminating the pain is essential, which can take years of your strength, and years longer of flexibility."

Grunting, young Tai Lung stroked his quivering paws as Shifu's paw signaled servants to halt the moving device. "My paws hurt."

"I informed you that there would be bloody knuckles and broken bones you must be aware of. Even when challenging against opponents in tournaments and bandits scouting throughout the villages, never let them discover your weakness."

With a final blow to the young leopard, the sixth rock shattered in half; Oogway sighed in approval to the student, whose another paw now trembling even worse but later-to-be improved for more strikes.

Entering the Training Hall close to one model and the other on the far left corner of the space, Tai Lung diverted crocodiles' swivel limbs and tail. His maneuverability of dodging and attacking became fierce than before, as he participated in more than a thousand wooden crocodile models exactly more than a week before his title. And with that title, not every soul (but the panda) could pass this anticipation of knowledge from reading more than a thousand scrolls, many degrees (ranks) to approve forms, and their kung fu skills.

Smashing five crocodiles in advance, Tai Lung spun amidst the air, booted three kicks against the sixth model's head, swiveling its whole body to a hundred pieces. Cold sweats absorbed his fur, his arm brushing his eyes while regaining his strength from tiredness. By the time this snow leopard went for his right paw launching toward the seventh model, his claw once stopped from an opened paw. Glimpsing at where his punch ceased, the amber with black stripes figure stood by, revealing her reflection fur colors from the ceiling's warming light of the aqua horizon.

"Tai Lung, you have not stopped training for five days straight," Tigress glanced at him.

The leopard withdrew his paw. "I shall not be rested until I am done with all that my strength I have, Tigress."

"You will have soreness soon enough."

"Which I am immune from hitting all ironwood trees and stones."

Tai Lung's damaged paws trembled, which his knuckles flared slightly burnt scratches that he did not mind of his injury during his overdo training. He rasped his growl under his throat, clenching his wrist and the other. "Neither of these devices hit back," Tigress glared. "Mantis will look over to your sore paws. Come with me."

Shortly after dispersing to the Student Barrack where the green insect was about to walk out, Tigress and Tai Lung entered the leopard's chamber. Most had banners of ancient tournaments on all four shoji walls, including his final poster to the front indicated the Great Dragon matching against Bovine Twins. Blends of leopard's sweat and fruity stick scents puffed elsewhere. One painting Tigress perceived on behind Tai Lung was when she was small and innocent, carried with one clouded limb from the hearty grin of her adoptive brother, standing with Oogway, Shifu, and Xing's grandmother, Ming.

"Oh, boy, let me tell you this one: You are lucky to use this medicine that I rarely use when Monkey kept darting on those dummies, which splinters do sting, depend on how worse by overdoing what you are not supposed to do."

Mantis rummaged for these splinters, which he delicately jerked small points. Then, using his small brush, he mixed the bowl with remedy fluid; after pulling one of them at a time, he marked the leopard's scratchy wounds, drenching cold drips on where the wound spat its splinters.

Tai Lung softly growled under his throat. "Can this remedy heal my wounds?"

"Are you kidding—?"

Tigress cleared her throat, which Mantis quivered his head from going over doubts to the leopard's honest question. "Yes. This remedy cools well to your burns and shouts 'Antenna Heal,' giving at least a few days or so, for as long as this remedy do the talking."

Tai Lung squinted his eyes in confusion, raising one toward his adoptive sister, who crossed her arms. "He's advising you not to practice for a while," Tigress said.

Monkey hollered from the corridor near the kitchen as Mantis vibrated his wings. Tigress swaddled these bandages on Tai Lung's paw and the other after before their insect doctor hopped toward where Monkey was. "We'll be down at a few," said Tigress.

Tai Lung lowered his hum in relief as his adoptive feline sister caressed his wrapped knuckles. "Have you even get a chance to see our father?"

He glanced at her. Undoubtfully, he hadn't attended to provide one chance to his father, giving beyond uncertainties that Tai Lung would want to attend in Shifu's presence. "You should have known he and I have history, sister. He broke all of my opportunities, and I broke him in half."

"Not all of your opportunities. Why would you come to Jade Palace when Shifu has not able to meet you once more?" Tigress swayed her gesture.

"These temples are haunted, just as I am the spirit in front of his eyes, daring to terrify someone who wants to call me."

"You are not."

Tigress held her brother's rumpled knuckles, which gave Tai Lung a soft squint. "Before you say no, Shifu and the Five are heading Mr. Ping's noodle restaurant. We'll have sustenance there. Our father needs you to shine out of the darkness rather than to stay here and let your knuckles splatter with splinters."

She was inviting her adoptive brother alright. What other choices could her brother make to be in solitary, instead of chronicling his faults and histories of his name shattered by what he gave so many opportunities of his to be the Dragon Warrior? Aside from those methods to wickedly reclaim what he sought triumph (which he feared on repeating the history of his mistake), something inside of his heart was not shining enough to seek what masters before the Five delivered him one that he would return his affection. What defined the son of Shifu more?

Leading to the Valley of Peace was slightly difficult to come over, while the fortunate son sensed a few souls shivering. Sometimes the others who witnessed Tai Lung's rage never let go of their issues, seeing Shifu's disciple who could rip off the entire valley in half. Nevertheless, he hurt many, but not exactly the next encounter he challenged Po or the other here where villagers grew shine, and thus pandas.

Arriving at the Dragon Warrior Noodles and Tofu, Tai Lung wandered the entrance that these cracks were brighter and repaired on the archway before. "Thank you all for coming to Dragon Warrior Noodles and Tofu!" Tai Lung, behind the group of Masters, heard Li Shan give blessings to the villagers dispersing. Panda twins Dim and Sum held ten bowls of noodles (one for five bowls each) and passed customer plates to where they sat. Mr. Ping inside his cooking room waved, and Li did the same to the Furious Five and Shifu.

Tai Lung remained in his seat as the Masters ordered their foods, then Tigress purchased three more for her and two of her students (one for Lei Lei and one for Tai Lung). Banners, posters, paintings of the Dragon Warrior and Furious Five he glanced at them all over four walls (including the entrance behind him), the leopard pondered that this hero uniting with the Furious Five became the People's Hero, as much as Tai Lung would have become part of them if his rage would not have happened in the first place. So what exactly made the panda so special, and like everyone else so unique like Tai Lung, raised by the red panda and served under Kung Fu Creator?

He let go of his anticipation once the Five served their seats together. Shifu sat along with the Dragon Warrior's father, Tai Lung had mentioned before. These tales of the panda's catastrophe, followed by his peacock friend's responsible, truly made the Great Dragon's concern of Shen formerly sealed his fate, preventing every black and white soul from stopping him. Still, only one nearly (and already) convinced Lord Shen to unleash his pain from the past of miseries.

Tai Lung pondered the universe, followed by the divination of yin-yang. One wondered about this "Po" as the worthy opponent. The second forewarned from someone that the "warrior of black and white" defeated his tyranny. And the third? Asked his jaded-brother necklace once that the panda is the one who destined to stop the Mighty?

Later, the Great Dragon was the only warrior being soft and ate his noodles while the group communed and Shifu chuckling with Po's dads. Tai Lung chewed one dumpling at a time, stiffening his shoulders once mixing of noodles and dumplings made such spirits, letting him devour once more. "Stripey! May I hand you another ribbon tie and lotus flower? These are from my aunt Mei Mei."

"Oh, it's so heartwarming," Tigress inspected these new crowns of lotus flowers. "Give my gratitude to her, Lei Lei."

"Sure!"

Lei Lei hurried out with Bao, passing by the crowds strolling on the road.

Adapting a soft look into a curiosity, Tai Lung nodded. "I see how the girl is so precious than any of you."

The insect stopped sipping. Mantis widened. "Ah-ha! Now Tai Lung speaks! No offense, by the way, but you haven't talked with us for a while."

"I mean. . ." Monkey fiddled his chin. "You haven't come over close to us for at least a month. I guess my bananas offended you."

"Nonsense, Monkey!" Viper hissed.

Monkey tugged his whole lips and drew back. "I take my bananas back."

"What my brother here is saying that being alone is such, well, too hurtful," the snake assured. "At least, for the time being, you live home and have everything you need instead of being isolated."

Mantis blended his spoon into his plate. "While I am still not so good at helping people with second chances, like you, of course, but the Five are here to encourage ourselves and one another."

Neither of these masters was wrong for that obvious reason, as Tai Lung hardly convinced Shifu's disciples. He blended his noodles and tofu, contemplating his adoptive sister. "I was beginning to wonder about your nephew, who has the same look as my adoptive mother's eyes."

Their faces exchanged from one perspective to another, eying at themselves as if Tigress looked at her leopard brother harder. "You're referring to Xing's master. His grandmother."

"Before the time of your adoption as I was in my own chamber at the Barrack, where Shifu was speaking with the grandmaster and his colleague, Master Ming briefly mentioned his beloved son who married someone. I never know I had my own adoptive brother of his as she oathed for me to meet the finest warrior, somewhere around my young age. Sometimes I wondered the name Chen Shui, followed by his mother's legacy."

"That kid Xing has some spirits," Viper spread her lips after digging her spoon in her noodles. "A surname bloodline "Chen" has been around for many moons, around before his ancestors and others built an ancient, martial arts monastery."

"Xing has a gift," determined Monkey, craning his head near the table. "A gift to which he's a fast learner, growing perception, and — a skilled bowman. How did he learn to use bows and arrows that quick, Viper?"

Viper added. "One time, Xing said he sometimes uses his bow and arrow during his younger life. Since the wolf, Zhong, made weapons training before the Company and I went to General Bear's army, Xing wielded his bow and arrow, made his shots more precise than Zhong's soldiers."

"What killed the boy's parents?"

The query from Tai Lung's thought of Chen Xing's family hesitated a few masters, downcasting their eyes on their meals. Tigress filled in after cleaning her lips from the food she ate.

"It's the word 'Who' to start that simple question but leads to a tragedy," Tigress placed her bowl to the side. "With this difficulty that my nephew would not escape from his bittersweet memories, he explained that one of his father's visitors came to his home and slaughtered his parents in the forest. He described his memory as unfortunate but did remember the warrior's scarred face who was responsible."

The Great Dragon flickered his black ears. That led to his discovery that he did follow the leader and yet failed another but almost accomplished. He remembered him well, alright, that these shadows of bovine's eyebags, which his orange-crimson glared, and sought Commander Vachir collapse into the void at Chorh-Gom Prison. "The one you described your nephew's worthy opponent, he was a stubborn and a fool to be the conqueror, followed his hateful legacy. But, unfortunately, I was too blind to see his scheme," Tai Lung clarified.

Mantis placed his spoon in the bowl. "I'm not really the best psychiatrist, but only a doctor who takes care of warriors, and all the people, Tigress and I were in the guest room, heard Xing's problematics. He said the dead haunts him or something."

"The dead?" Tai Lung repeated.

"The worthy opponent scarred Xing for a while after my nephew faced him in the Spirit Realm," Tigress stroked her throat, which the Prince of Darkness was choking her she experienced. Tai Lung could see her paw and Tigress clasped on top of the table after clearing her throat. "If I were my nephew, I would have stay focused on what lies ahead of me instead of regarding the past. Had any of you ever seen Po been solitude after we handled Shen's tyranny?"

"Maybe?" Monkey guessed.

"I think so," Viper recalled.

"Po needed his room to let go of what his old foe did to him. My nephew is like that."

As the alpha of Furious Five had done clarifying her nephew's conditions to share, her left eye appeared one rabbit in aqua-green kimono, and a small bow tie above the head swiveled the villager's view, widening. Pardoning her group, Tigress went on to where the rabbit was, and the villager scurried to her. "Oh! Master Tigress!"

Tigress bent her left knee. "Are you alright, Miss Ying?" she palmed both shoulders when her leopard student joined behind her.

"Jianfeng is threatening Mrs. Chow! He's blackmailing her!"

Tigress glanced at the two-story apartment complex of Mrs. Chow's Gift Shop about one block away; Tai Lung hastened his stroll where the people crowded and stared at their villager hollering in front of her store.

"Give me those yuans, NOW!" the boar with metallic brown pants smashed his spike ball at flower pots.

Mrs. Chow drenched her red eyes over her cheeks. "My flowers!" She reached for her broken objects, but the boar bandit clenched behind the neck of the sow's garment, hurling her off course. Villagers close by rallied on the path and helped her rise; the boar intimidated her and those who were supporting Mrs. Chow, pointing his weapon.

"Listen, lady! There are poor people out there starving to death, wanting to rob the rich like you so they'll be fine!" Jianfeng snapped. "You owe my clan five hundred yuans. Now this late fee will be this consequence!"

A gray pig with a left black eye patch in green garments stood behind Mrs. Chow. "She's broke! Leave her alone!" He snarled.

"Bite your tongue back, piggy!" The boar glared his cinnamon eyes. "Maybe my ball can carve your cheeks and serve my clan more hungry mouses to feed!"

Jianfeng hoisted his spike ball and charged forward. His wrist once seized from a clouded paw, crushing his nerve point, which made him yelp. Then, flicking at his wrist, including a familiar appearance of the warrior's chi eyes, whose growl hummed, the boar widened as his weapon collapsed.

"That won't be necessary," Tai Lung shoved him back further from Mrs. Chow, shifting his leg under Jianfeng's ankles, bowling him back. The boar rose and charged for his weapon.

Tai Lung booted his right knee and pummeled Jianfeng's hooves, striking one hoof and the other. The leopard clobbered his other foot and hammered his whole head, pivoting him to the ground. Tai Lung knelt the boar's spine and held his main limb back.

"No way!" Jianfeng cried while failing to wrestle, grunting. "It's you! You're that guy who the flappy panda had beaten you last time!"

The leopard jerked his arm, which his joint and muscle tenders blazed. He roared before Mantis leaped on Tai Lung's left shoulder. "Whoa, easy, Tai!" the insect halted. "You're going to break his arm!"

The leopard neglected Mantis. "Be mindful of your tongue. You have no reason to shatter Mrs. Chow's gift belongings."

Next to the leopard, Tigress joined. "Not yet," she clenched her paw. Crowds leveled their murmurs over the group; not knowing the presence near the group of Furious Five, the red panda approached the scene. His adoptive son resisted the boar's strength from fighting back.

"My boys will hear me from your return!"

Jiangfeng yelled, and Tai Lung seized his upper body, releasing his grasp. "Then run back and tell them. But you and your clan will not lay your hooves on every man, woman, and child here," Tai Lung sharpened his tone under his throat. "Never let your boar bandits see a warrior, who lost his pride, can shatter bones across the village, one by one."

Jiangfeng shook his whole limb without stopping, where Tai Lung almost broke. He shrunk his pupils. "Not on every soul. . ." Jiangfeng hastily nodded. The boar tripped his legs and bumped onto the goose's wooden cargo of radishes. Crushing against each of the fruit, Jiangfeng flipped and scampered toward East, yelping.

Tigress commanded both Mantis and Viper to relieve Mrs. Chow, whose tears on her cheeks streamed with pale red. Then, while villagers glanced at these warriors and a scene of this tragedy of Mrs. Chow's unexpected encounter, the red panda master behind Tai Lung tapped his grandmaster's staff.

"As a disciple of the Masters of Jade Palace, you are not supposed to threaten bandits who they may be intimidating against our people," Shifu toned his sharp voice as Tai shrunk his contempt from turning back against his former master.

"In a reckless way, they do," Tai Lung stroked his wrapping bandages on his knuckles.

Monkey ahead of the leopard keenly eyed on him. "Well, you sent him a vicious message," he shook his head.

"Tai, you might have scared Jiangfeng off, but the way you speak to him is immoral. If we are going to be on the team together," Tigress straightened her chin while Shifu stood behind her, "Masters of Jade Palace do not treat bandits in aggressive ways like shatter bones, one by one."

Without any rejection to challenge back against these warriors and had to get used to his surroundings from their presence, Tai Lung glistened his chi eyes at them both. "Some refused to surrender, and some accepted their fate instead, Tigress," he stated his soft growls, which blended the leopard's matter-of-fact tone. Tigress and Shifu glanced at each other when Tai Lung walked away from the group of murmuring villagers.

Sighing, the red panda firmly gripped his pole. "Your task takes longer for him to relieve from complications. Tai Lung is right about one thing."

"What is, Master?"

"Only a few refused to surrender, even in their defeat." Shifu cast his glance to the ground, so regrettably true that if any reckless enemy could decide not to partake from surrender: judgment, and later stay rotten in the cell alive. He looked up to her adoptive daughter. "What of his knuckles?"

"His paws have multiple splinters and a few scratches. Tai forced his training without my supervision, caused him to overdo his strength."

"Similarity to your timing of your own after practicing, Tai Lung had focused on his practice, even when I was with Oogway and your aunt," Shifu considered.

Tigress attended to her schedule after training, not thoroughly overdoing her persistent fighting experience what Tai Lung grew his strength than hers. "Master, may I—" she hesitated her query as if her thoughts were quite wondered of her brother's dynamics.

"I know you are going to ask, Tigress," he approached his daughter, patting Tigress's paw. "For him to return the true character that he broke, present his vision matter to one thing that heals his heart."

Something to change the one who tore this village apart was not a simple task. A few villagers (elders including, shared their tragic tale of Shifu's student's rampage to many kinds of people) might not tolerate the next tragedy, the paws of the fortunate son. Everyone grasped the tale for years, indeed. Still, to Tigress's thoughts of giving such priority for her adoptive red panda father wanting his son back, she would likely oblige Shifu's will to redeem Tai Lung, as well as the Dragon Warrior supporting the albino she never trusted the peacock.

Tai Lung, the Great Dragon, Shifu's fortunate son, crooned his throat after glancing back upon his shoulder at the crowd before hiking toward the Jade Palace stairway.

Gongmen City gleamed the sky blue sight of a whole town rebuilding where every brick and road was, that the conflict damaged this city enough into rubble, worse than Shen's tyranny.

At the Tower's Courtyard, the Nine's Leader and Clever gazed at their brothers train their weapons where Masters Storming Ox and Croc instructed their students. A bull student Shou, the Nine's Pirate, pivoted his wavy sword and hooves toward Niu; their reptile opponent readied his ax and spike ball tail before shoving forward.

Beside the peacock lord, Ladies Xia and Huiliang communed to their sow visitors and messengers of Northern Province in silver silks. Whether to be good or bad news to scrutinize scrolls, Lady Huiliang sought a direction for her spouse as she inquired about her political schemes, with Storming Ox's guidance to maintain Lord Dongji's regards.

The Dragon Warrior, his avian companion, and his albino student remained next to Xing and Lord Dongji. Crane adjusted his conical hat and turned to the peacock lord. "My Lord. Have you been training with your brothers?"

Lao chuckled. "Believe me, Master Crane. Niu, Shou, and Zhao are needing to improve their fighting skills and catch up to my advantage," the peacock lord tugged his feathers in long sleeves. "My type cannot be ignored while my moon and I were in the Meeting Room with councils, considering my training the way my brothers and I stick Wing Chun, Kung Fu, and Ming's Cai Li Fo."

Po gaped and pointed his finger at him. "Did you practice your chi what I showed you?"

Musing that the peacock's expression was priceless to pressing his beak, Xing bit his lips. "Po, you know my brother gets his daily routine done every day."

"Excuse my interruption," one of the warriors announced on the fighting platform. Then, positioning a mighty ax in between the bovine's feet, Master Ox's son sustained his respective grin toward the group, gleaming his heterochromia eyes of crimson and azure. "Dragon Warrior, Master Crane, the Nine seek a challenge."

Po flung his limbs into the sky. "Yes! It's time to get sweating, buddy!"

Crane bent the tip of his conical hat forward and followed his panda comrade, giving the Nine's Heavyweight students excitement as if Masters of Gongmen slightly grinned.

My brothers are going to get their asses kicked from these legends.

As Lao checked on his tiger brother, whose eyes drifted somewhere into reflection, both Po and Ox's son Niu bowed once Shou and Zhao supported their triumph to their ox companion. "Brother. What's troubling you?" the peacock lord asked as Xing blinked twice into awakening. "You can clarify issues to me. I am all ears."

Xing arched his left eyebrow. "Except for the fact that you don't have ears like mine."

"Oh? Is that how you speak to your Lord of Gongmen?"

Next to Lao, his father regarded them interestingly. Xing had mainly performed his jesters toward his best friend that he, Lao, and Lotus were children, blending their senses of humor. But, since the tiger glimpsed at Lao's talon to his head, Xing pulled his lips, and the peacock lord guffawed. "I was messing with you."

"So it seems."

Shen raised his glance at the tiger and peacock, lightly grinning. "Were you both like that several times?"

"Always."

Both Lao and Xing chuckled.

Niu sideswiped his foot behind the panda's ankles as Po leaped. He engaged the Dragon Warrior forward, brawling his hoof and the other while stomping his fighting stance. Crane at the right side of the fighting square joined with Masters Storming Ox and Croc communing. The panda grasped and jerked Niu off-balance, bowling a young bovine forward; Zhao and Shou hailed their surprise to Po and provided their Ox in triumph.

"Most of the time, I receive messages from all of China every morning. You know, support villagers, stop bandits from delivering damages, admire masters — they come and go like dailies," Xing informed his peacock brother. "Now for one of my issues, Lao, I read General Bear's scroll. Discerning what lies north of Mongolia, Huoju's Commander resides somewhere along with her exiled combatants."

The Son of Divinity gave his concerned expression, straightening his whole neck. "You are not elaborating these paintings of yours you drew, right, brother?"

"For now, my illusions are quiet. They'll come when I sense in the meantime," the tiger clarified, his stone eyes drifting on the peacock lord. "You are still glancing at your dream you once told me?"

Lao endured this encounter before, at Kong Bai Stadium tragedy where the Nine, Righteous Seven (Tai Chi students), Masters of Jade Palace, and many Emperor's men conflicted Huoju's army. With one plunge from his father's guandao, Lord Dongji went through hell in his trance, and sought the future of his own during his recovery, battled against the unknown where each fate stirred to the void: the desolations of China, Gongmen City in scorching ruins, the desert of the Demon Mountain.

The army of servants (which Lao could not describe other countless individuals) was persistent as he rampaged through the ocean of battle sheds, and at the heart of the Demon Mountain, which stood on top, was the dark temple along with a thousand eyes on ridges glaring at him.

"I memorized that well, no longer suffered from those complications. This demon mountain was only a dream. Thank the Gods I will not experience that terrible excruciation next time," Lao relieved, massaged to where his wound was as if each slice or a deep wound has a wound story to share. Next to his son, former Lord Shen sensed his whole spine swarm with stiff rime, knowing his ill mind forced him to slaughter Lao, thanks to Prince Huoju's mind tricks. "What you say is true, that illusions do return. But, if your thoughts happen to force you to draw what you see, what will you do?" asked Lao.

The tiger bit his lips while his head shook once more. "I cannot possibly know for sure, distinguishing these visions are like you are there, real or not real, that every figure and thing is alive, tasteful, sensible, breathing. . . It's complicated, taking me somewhere." He crossed as his main limb towered near his chin, fiddling his fu manchu. "If I remember well, while I was in the Nine's Meeting room with Nana's old friend, Gidahn's grandmother experienced her illusions before. Someone called it "Ascendant," which nightmares from dreams or fantasies you may feel strange, make your thoughts portray your drawings."

Oddly glimpsed at Lao, whose beak opened and eyes into perplexion, Xing breathed in his muzzle into a realization of being told so true, but whether minds of his brother and Shen becoming skeptical at first. "I might be crazy," the tiger sighed.

"Oh no, brother. You say true, Xing," Lao spoke with honesty. "My ancestor Li Han wrote the word "Yunxing" from one of his index scrolls. Apparitions are like pieces of puzzles, perhaps in order what you heeded and almost drowned you in the deep."

Xing snapped his paw finger. "There you go. That's one thing I'll have to be worried about mine later on for the time being."

"Yes. Nana wants you to educate your mighty student for her Grandmaster's quest. You and our sister pledged Oogway's Vow. By speaking of him, how in the Gods will your student find redemption, Xing? After what he did to Po's secret village and before that all happened against his brother?"

"That, my dear brother, is how will Lotus and I bestow him a better life than my student cursing at for those who forget him. So daring at his military title, and maybe being so gentle to him, but he prefers being. . . the Mightiest Warrior, antagonizing everyone with his bitter taste."

Well, that's how warlords became dominant and ruthless. Lord Dongji thought. "I wish you and Lotus the best for him to find harmony. Send your student some regards."

"Will do."

Meanwhile, the Dragon Warrior locked his submission grasp onto Niu's upper thigh, where the panda barely clenched, having the young Ox yelp and tap the floor more than three times. His surrender was promising to Niu, admiring Po as if Zhao and Shou praised, and three masters Storming Ox, Croc, and Crane grinned at the epic round, which Xing and Lao missed an opportunity to glimpse the panda's entertainment, except Shen, whose feathers clasped.

"And that, my buddy, never underestimate the power of the flabby panda while he eats his dumplings and noodles!"

Po's belly growled. "Taste of attractiveness!"

Many (but Shen slightly grinned) cried their laughs.

Author's Note:

— Quite good at Po's sense of humor, eh? That was just Po being Po, giving much to reminisce Po's stomach rumble at the Musicians Village. That's hard to forget that one.

— This chapter title changed something that can fit when I think of Shifu discussed to Tai Lung about broken bones. And during the leopard's young age, he shattered stones (followed up on SotS when Shifu do punches on rocks), made his knuckles break. By having Tai Lung utter my OC Jianfeng, the title proves to mention of him shatter bones when he was outraged, hurt many villagers.

— The next chapter is under work in progress, difficult to write on; however, it's finished but has to fill plenty of expectations, along with other completed first draft chapters (six of them). Only two remaining to conclude Volume Two, let's go! Boost me up, all y'all!