🥋 Master Shifu has entered. The arena was not ready. 🐾 Nobody announced him. Nobody needed to. The energy arrived three seconds before he did and by the time he walked in the arena had already reorganised itself around what was coming. 😐 The drunk kung fu started subtle. One step left. One step right. A spin that had no business landing and landed perfectly. The kind of movement that looks like chaos from the outside and feels like complete control from the inside and the difference between those two perspectives is the entire art form. 🎋 Po trained for years. He trained differently. He trained in the specific school that has no master and no syllabus and no techniques with names — just a red panda and muscle memory from lifetimes nobody briefed us about and bamboo wine that may or may not have been involved in the preparation. 😤 The Five watched. The Five took notes. The Five quietly reconsidered everything they thought they knew about the style and the school and the correct...