Master Fung Hadn't lied when he said that it would be tough. Just getting a good stance was difficult.
Jack trained at all hours of the day and even the night. He forfeited much sleep in order to master the basics.
"Jack," Kimiko said one day, "You need to sleep. You can't get stronger if you never rest."
"Yeah," Jack sighed, "I guess you're right."
Jack dragged his ragged body into the temple where he took a very cold shower and then fell asleep in his underwear.
"He is most persistent," Omi noted.
"Indeed," Hannibal noted from the other side of his orb, "At this rate, Jack will be Wudai in just a few months!"
"I can't wait," Wuya said in a lackluster manner.
"I can't help but notice your sudden change in demeanor, Wuya. What's on your mind?"
"Well, when I fought Jack in that Showdown, the one over the Walkachoo Wall?"
"Yes?"
"He… seemed different…"
"Ah, I'm glad you noticed. That is Jack's evil shining through. It's still a pathetic bud…"
"Didn't feel pathetic when he hit me…"
"He hit you?" Hannibal said excitedly.
"Yeah. But it was weird. I felt it not only on my face, but in my soul…"
"You have a soul?" Bean mumbled.
Wuya glared at him.
"My dear, that was just your pride sharing the blow with your flesh."
"No, it felt like he reached inside me and tore a bit of me away…"
"Is that so?" Bean said intently, "Did you feel like you were bleeding on the inside?"
"Yes! It was terrible…"
"Then I do believe a new variable has presented itself in our equation. Jack may be more than we had originally expected…"
"How so?"
"No need to concern yourself with it. Just continue to do as I say and Jack will be ours soon enough," there was a hint of concern in Hannibal's voice.
"Should I be worried?" Wuya asked.
"Nah. Just do exactly what I say from now on."
"A… Alright…"