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.
Po knelt down and hugged his goose father. “Dad,” he whispered. “I know about my real parents.”
Outside, Shen had cornered the Five. He had his ultimate weapon: a giant cannon loaded with a hundred pounds of gunpowder and metal shrapnel. “The age of kung fu is over!” he shrieked, lighting the fuse. kung fu panda 2 po
“The panda!” Shen laughed, a high, brittle sound. “The orphan who thinks he’s a warrior. Do you know what your parents were? Weak. They ran. They left you to die.”
“But what if the wound is me?” Po whispered. Po nodded, not understanding
The cannonball struck his open palms. Instead of exploding, it began to spin, a furious sun of destruction. But Po didn’t fight it. He guided it. He shifted his weight, turned his wrists, and with a soft, gentle exhale, he redirected the blast.
That night, Po sat on the roof of the Jade Palace. The stars were out. He no longer felt a hole inside him. He felt a garden. And in that garden, a peach seed was finally beginning to grow. But all he saw was the cruel, laughing
The cannon fired. A roaring sphere of fire and iron screamed toward Po.