Kung Fu | Panda 2 Po

The fight was a blur of fists and tail feathers. But Shen was cunning. He didn’t fight Po’s strength; he fought his mind. Every strike, every taunt, was a needle into the old wound.

“Po, run!” Tigress yelled.

Shifu sighed. He hopped down, landing as light as a falling leaf. “Your next lesson is not in the physical. It is inner peace .” He tapped Po’s chest. “To stop a weapon like Lord Shen’s cannon, you must first stop the war inside yourself.” kung fu panda 2 po

Po didn’t run. He walked straight toward the cannon. Shen laughed. “Finally accepting your death, panda?”

He wasn’t the Dragon Warrior because he was destined. He was the Dragon Warrior because he had learned that the greatest battle isn’t against a peacock or a cannon. It’s against the fear that you are not enough. And he had won. The fight was a blur of fists and tail feathers

“But what if the wound is me?” Po whispered.

“You don’t even know who you are!” Shen screeched, dodging a Wuxi Finger Hold. “You are nothing! A mistake left in a box!” Every strike, every taunt, was a needle into the old wound

Shifu opened one eye. “The past is a wound, Po. Do not pick at the scab.”