Disclaimer: I do not own Kung Fu Panda or any related games and franchises.

Additional cues: My knowledge of my story descends from the first three movies, the television series Legends of Awesomeness the Spin-offs: Holiday Special, Secrets of the Masters, Secrets of the Scroll and Secrets of the Furious Five and last but not least the video game(PS2) to the first movie. Every other resource like comics, other games or series won´t be designated as canonical.

I never dealt with all the other things and there could be logical mistakes.

With cooperation with (the) SeekersofDARKNESS

Kung Fu Panda: The Chi´s tribute (Part 1) - The Attack

After the battle ended in a mess and people were arguing against each other and everything went ordinary again, there were two people sitting together at a table in a dark and tiny room filled with scrolls and papers within shelves. The light came from two closed and dusty windows. One lantern stood near by the edge of the table. Two papers laid in the middle of the untidy middle which was specked with inks from approximately every decade.

One of the two persons in the room coughed before he sighed and began to speak:
"Alright, just tell me the complete story." The pig, while saying that, looked on a paper which was the report of what happened, who was involved and who's fault it was. He was not amused or surprised by any of that. He shortly looked up and again back to the paper after finishing his sentence. He looked tired, like he did catch no sleep last night.
"Eh...where should I start?", asked the other person insecurely.
"From the beginning, of course!"
"So...you mean...from the beginning beginning? The beginning of all beginnings?"
The pig sighed yet again, this time way more annoyed and with more impatience. He pointed right to the other ones nose and said: "Yeah, from the very beginning, to where we are now, you comedian!" He emphasized the words very and now quite loud and reached for the other, yet, empty scroll to take notes.
"Eh, okay," the other figure began to speak about his history after clearing his throat.
"Once upon a time, years ago, in a tiny village, in the south from here, there was a snake who set itself on the quest of achieving knowledge. Don't ask. He had his reasons.
So he set out on a journey and began to learn very quickly, like on the first march between two towns, how important self-defence was when travelling the roads between the cities, or in the world, in gengeral. After almost losing everything he ever owned, including his own life he taught himself the art of self-defence. Well, at the start he had a little bit of help from a grandmaster. Day and night he studied the books and trained himself beyond exhaustion to master the art of Kung-Fu. He wandered through the lands as a nomad to amass his knowledge and use it to hone his fighting style. He even set out to study in the great library of Gongmen city, before it was, well... burned down during the attack of Lord Shen, as you surely know. After that he once again set out to wander through province after province until he arrived at a professional training camp. There he-..."
"I'll eh…" The pig interrupted the snake: "I'll interrupt your dull life story right there, because that is not what I wanted to hear from you!"
The pig raised his voice which received an inflective tone towards the end.
"Oh…but erm…" the snake, confused, tried to explain and remember what the pig actually said before he told him the backstory. Before he was able to finish his analysis the pig already talked on, loudly and clearly:
"I asked about the recent incident you moron!"
The snake blenched slightly before he begun once more to talk.
"Eh, yes, alright. Then I'll just start from there."
"And detailed please. Don't leave out any names," the pig insisted while reaching for a pen.
"So, as you certainly know there was this tournament in the academy today. Well, you also can call it training exercise under pressure. Anyhow, my team and I participated of course. The team consists of my classmates, as you surely know.
Lao, a fearless and frugal eagle with his calm mind. His sharp eyes and clear head managed to locate any hidden tricks of our oppomnents, clearify any nasty hidden strategy and falling into some training tools after that. Accidently of corse.
Then there is Yong, a red fox with an incomparable drive, a former body hunter and merc. Her abilities to strike directly into weaknesses and dodge very quickly while fighting did not help her meting the ground today and being crushed against the wall. The third is Ku Zhan, a red panda and master of various fighting techniques. He often fights with his stick though, staff, I mean. Staff of course. You know, the thing that flew out of the closed and now broken window and nearly hit Master… I forgot his name. Anyway… last but not least the cold zealot who never gives up, the rabbit Xing. Yeah, the one who held on until the end today Responsible of most of the destroyed gadgets.
Oh, yes and me of course: Shiren, at your service.
Our team climbed the ladder of the tournament together until we… well, came across our old rivals from the academy: the team consisting of the gorillas Hong, Rong, Bong, Bob and Tom. I can't really explain when it all… escalated THAT mutch but somewhere down the line our honourable and innocent battle turned into complete chaos. More than usual. It grew way out of hand way too quick and beyond the battlefield grounds. In the end it turned into this whole mess of…collateral damage…" The pig wrote on for few seconds after Shiren finished his speech.
"I see," the pig said absent minded, as if he had noticed something like a bill; Something he was writing every day. He gave the snake only a bored look. He was tired of conversations like that. Especially when they happened so often. "That's all this time?" he asked.
"Ah, yeah!,Also," Shiren began to explain something he knew nobody would care about but nobody cared about the whole szenario at all. It was one of so many. "…the gorilla team is completely innocent, of course. We alone…are guilty. At the end, we were the ones who damaged the academy."
Sighing, the pig finished writing, furled the scroll and handed it over to the snake.
"Give this to your master Jil, boy."
The snake took the scroll, took it in his bag: A brown pouch which was affixed on his neck. Before he turned around he listened when the pig added slowly, but loudly and clearly with emphasizing each word: "Without any delays this time!"
Shiren nodded heavily and turned around to leave while the pig sat back in his chair attending his work, yet again.

After that meeting Shiren left the little more or less comfortable room, which roughly really just based on many papers, shelves and two chairs around the table. It was a little and modest workroom for the Caretaker.
The training hall of the facility Xun looked battered and cracked on many places.
The damage on the outside was not even that bad as on the inside but there still were some new gaps in the wall. The damage was clear to see:
Windows were broken, furniture fragmented and even the walls got some cracks. Luckily the basement of the hall was strong enough to resist any kind of damage when it comes to accidents.

The other places were as healthy as they could have been.

The congeries Xun was based on multiple amenities, like the house, Shiren just left.
It was the "pig-den" for the authorities.

Xun was founded at the foot of a mountain in the north-side where a fresh flowing river was flowing.

It had a courtyard in the centre which Shiren just entered. In front of him was the big training hall which extended on to the right. The roof tiles were in a unitary red combined with the sunshine it painted the ground with orange light.
The hall required a lot of space. There was an orthogonally path to the left which led to the quarters of the students, as well as the dining hall. From Shiren's perspective, on the right of the training hall was a path which led straight towards the facility's entrance, beyond some huts for junk and supplies on the right.

On the other side of this way there were some other buildings for single persons like the professors or masters of this academy. Everywhere between the structures in general were some often tiny places to be found the professors used for some one-to-one lessons.
Here and there grew trees without any specific order. So it was no professional garden but it looked still a bit pretty.

"Lookie there! How was your meeting with the director, little bookworm?" asked a very familiar voice to Shiren. It was one of the gorillas from the team, Shiren mentioned earlier.
Did this fat giant just come to watch them working? How ridiculous, Shiren thought snidely to himself. He did not know what went wrong with their relationship to Shiren's and his classmates. They always seemed to be happy about a fight with them. Shiren in general did not like huge animals at all so he hat no patience with them at all.

Their appearance and choice of words aggravated Shiren but he controlled his emotions.
He hated the expression bookworm. He enjoyed reading, but he hated to get compared with such primitive live forms, just because they shared some resemblances.
An other abuse was slug but he did not hear that one in a long time and honestly he never missed it.
"Shut up, Bob!" someone directed him. Another familiar but way more friendly voice. It was Yong. She wore a white rimmed blue robe, brown pants and had a dark blue scarf coiled around her neck. She was in the middle of culling some splintery pieces of furniture. Or what was left of it.

Her reddish-brown eyes meshed well with her red and white fur.
But Bob did not stop talking to them derisively: "Do you finally got your deserved reprimand, kiddos?"
Yong hissed to Bob but Shiren fizzed at her to stay back. "It´s enough, Yong, thanks! We don´t have to make more trouble then we already have!"
Bob laughed. "You're unexpectedly reasonable today!"
"Bob, please just leave us alone with your senseless chattiness. We are very able execute this work ourselves," said an eagle tiredly from above.

Lao adjusted some roof tiles on the housetop. He had black feathers on his back and fawn feathers on the front and wore a leaf green top, a yellow belt and black pants.

All in all he was an interesting personality. When he spoke, he always seemed to be sleepy or bored. But he always was fully awake and impressively deft in battles.
Some yelling clanged from the inside the main training hall where most of the rubble was located.
It was definitely Xing yelling at someone, but from the outside it was not possible to discern any words properly.
Lao added: "Well… you would be doing a great job, if you left together with your companions."
With a happy and satisfied face, Bob finally walked away while he said: "Well, how the things are, you´re not going to stay here. I just wanted to enjoy the last moments with my old friends. But if you insist, little chicken...", he said while he left.
"No reason for an abasement," Shiren said to Lao: "There are real chickens who are serious Kung Fu master. You'd best not underrate them."
Yong, dropped, the trash she carried at a collection of broken wood and dusted off the sleeve of her blue robe. "What did he say this time?" she wanted to know, referring to the janitor.
Shiren tilted his head shortly. Since it was hard for him to shrug he simulated some expressions like a no Idea-shrug differently. It looked odd but his friends got used to it. His whatever-look told a lot on itself this time.
"Well, he seemed more annoyed than usual but I am starting to think he is just repeating the same sentences every time," Shiren answered.
"Oh, so you didn´t read the message yet?" she asked.

Shiren blinked twice and said: "I just left that building. He said I should avoid detours. So if you would excuse me. I´m going to join helping you after I gave the massage to master Jil," he answered and turned around to move on.
"What will she possibly say this time…?" Lao wondered without looking up from his work.
Without being responsive to that the snake was on his way out of the training-facility to meet his master outside.
He knew Jil had a lot of patience so he did not expect a very hard punishment.

Very hard meant something like forcing Shiren to bring a shelf up a mountain on his own, not silly overwork, harder training or something like that usual stuff.
Normally, if it was not enough to just clean it up. The class often was ordered to replace the furniture completely. And that happened often enough. That meant to walk into the next town and find a carpenter or something but it was the most easy way.
It was not rare for Jil to receive a complaint letter these days. The first times something got broken, a little confession was enough.

As Shiren and his frineds entered this place, a few years ago, it was more peacefully until they begun starting relationships and rivalries with other students.
Jil´s apprentice did not know how they always were able to manage to transform normal battles into wild skirmishes.

Or they weren't willing to accept the truth of their uncontrollable minds.

Shiren on himself was a tiny bit offensive when he was fighting so he actually never broke anything but on the same side barely did anything useful in the fights, but as a part of the squad he was willing to burden himself with their obligations. He always tried to strike in the right moments but before he was able to something went wrong every time and he got distracted with the first tilting vase. Instead of furious he grew very passive during his time in Xun. Especially since approximately last week when he forced his allies to a very bad fight they weren't able to win in the first place.

Shiren was always able to find his master outside of the facility at a special place.
Because he knew that every master who had some kind of pride or self-awareness, if they weren't training physically or going after their hobbies, they were training their mind.
This meant to meditate or find another employment like every master does for themselves individually. Shiren wondered sometimes if reading could also be a part of it. If so, Shiren would be more the master of the mind. But Jil always said: No. Though he never understood why.
At the rim of a bamboo forest flowed a tiny stream, he sought for his master at this place. He knew she used to always meditate at this place like other masters of the facility as well. It was a very quiet place out of any kind or road and near by the facility so it was the first step of fining your master when you did not know where to search.
Indirectly there governed a law to be quiet because of the meditations. Or maybe everyone meditated here because of the silence? Shiren was not sure what came up first.
Because of his experience on finding her, it was not a hard task to locate her.

The place was a bamboo forest with a tiny water flow. Down the mountain there was a path which led a little bit down to a village. It was companied with trees from the forest on the east. On the west began the bamboo forest.
After a short time he found his master: A white peafowl on the river bed. This white reminded Shiren on flying ash in the wind so maybe it was more grey than white.
But she did not look like she was actually meditating. Not quite. Shiren thought, if someone was meditating, they would close their eyes, sit at a very quiet place and chill there or something like that.
Something was completely wrong. It scared him, how furious she looked like! Yes, completely furious!
Standing there with OPENED eyes and starring at a stone could not mean anything good in any way! He was sure, something terrible happened. She was thinking or reflecting on something! Maybe both.
He wondered if she already heard about something that got damaged? At least there was no fire this time, so there was no smoky sky to warn her.
Fear climbed Shiren´s mind. A fear about a bad omen but he had no other choice then to creep towards her.
At the end… he was ordered to not make detours as he conveyed the massage to his master.
He was just about to speak as she interrupted him and spoke first:
"Let´s bring it behind us," she said calmly, turned towards him and looked at him expectantly.
Then she put forth her hand.
Shiren paused briefly but gave the scroll to her anyway.
She took it and opened it while she turned her back on him while reading it.
A while there was nothing to hear but the flowing water or the hissing of the wind, as she read what she just received. It was terrible and felt like he had to sit there until a giant hammer would hit him on his head at any time.
Shiren was not able to see her facial expression, which increased his fear.
He always was told other people, whenever he had to deliver a little letter like this to Jil, nothing bad or horrible will happen in any way but he was never able to trust himself at the moment of the truth.
Surely they would get banned some unpleasant way or even get ordered to do an abasing task. Well, at least not as bad as getting banned…
After few seconds it was time: She reacted as she sighed.
Shiren winced scared a little bit and waited for her judgement.

With sedateness her hands disappeared under her light teal robe as she folded them together and turned at Shiren.
There was no rage to be found in her facial expression. No anger or even other emotions were to see. It was scary.
Also she was hesitating her answer. This did not made him feel any better. Now the hammer would come at any time soon.

But this moment, while his master was looking towards him, he should better not show any kind of scarceness or tension.
He waited patiently on her judgement
and he had to accept it.
"Shiren," she begun and now looked a little bit disappointed. "… We don´t even have the middle of this week..."
Shien knew he better should not bring any arguments against it, but he did not want her to be completely disappointed: "Well..." he answered: "At least We… had done worst things…"
He braked up the sentence every slower and quieter as he started it. He realized he did not archive anything with his words but nuisance.
Jil rose out of the streamlet and spoke on: "We discussed that a while ago, if you remember. Even with the appearance of your four classmates.
And still I cannot stop asking myself over and over again, why you are never changing anything at all. I do not act on the assumption I taught you who to go on the rampage in the best way to damage everything around you but your enemies."
Shiren nodded deeply. "No. But to be honest, Kung Fu is dangerous indeed when using it inside a building..."
Jil did not appreciated this answer in any way. Shiren immediately noticed that on her crankily, yet nearly menacingly kind of pronunciation with a down look at him: "Shiren! Kung Fu is not a toy or anything you should underestimate in his art! It is dangerous, yes and is able to damage even more than just some bulges and scratches! You… should know as best."
She raised her had again but did not interrupt her look to him. "Why exactly is Kung Fu taught by masters like me, to students like you?", she asked him.
Shiren answered with downcast sight and answered quickly: "For your self-defence and self-control." It was not everything but Shiren did not expressed every single detail now and bore her with that.
Jil went with slowly steps on. "So no particular reason to expand a fight for a tournament out of the battlefield. Just think on the wild beasts, which did so. Grand Kung Fu masters, Shiren," she prompted him to answer while walking.
He nodded again and followed slowly while he announced: "Tai Lung, student of the Jade-Palace and in his view a grand warrior, which tried to be the Dragon warrior with brutality. He brought many pain and destroying. Than there was Kai, the brother in arms of Oogway. Origin from this academy. He was able to destroy palaces in little seconds," he recited without thinking.
"With just one cut one a knife," Jil added.
She turned to Shiren and stooped walking. "Five Kung Fu warrior disassemble often times in a week the facility because of non self-control." She looked away from him. She obviously meant her students.
"I would prefer that you would learn how much damage Kung Fu can deal if you use it to heavily," she said calmly.
Shiren thought to tell her, she don´t need to tell him specificity, as she hit him with a quick nerve attack and benumbed him on the ground. There was the hammer. She did it just for demonstration for strong attacks but it scared him as it would be a serious fight.
Indeed he was waaay to conservative.
Very often he thought that he was not able to do anything in Kung Fu in the right way. Sometimes he was wondering what he is even doing here.
"Shiren", said his master once more while she was healing his injury carefully: "Go back and help the others. Tell them, I will meet you later right before the facility. In two hours."

The healing felt great. Regaining the ability to move was always a good feeling after loosing them for a moment.

Shiren nodded while trembling a little bit: "Yes, master."
He wasted no time in with getting back to the inside of the facility.