The fireball shot back, striking the cannon. The explosion was colossal, swallowing Shen’s war machines, tearing the tower apart. Shen looked up, his perfect feathers singed, his madness finally meeting reality.
Shifu opened one eye. “The past is a wound, Po. Do not pick at the scab.”
Po nodded, not understanding. He tried to meditate. He tried to clear his mind. But all he saw was the cruel, laughing face of Shen, and the phantom of his real mother, setting him in a radish crate to float away. kung fu panda 2 po
“Po, run!” Tigress yelled.
And Po closed his eyes.
Later, the Five carried Po on their shoulders. Mr. Ping waddled up, weeping. “My boy! My little dumpling!”
Po knelt down and hugged his goose father. “Dad,” he whispered. “I know about my real parents.” The fireball shot back, striking the cannon
Then, he heard a voice. Not Shifu’s. Not Tigress’s. A warm, deep voice he had never heard, yet knew as well as his own reflection.
