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He lay in the rubble of an old storehouse. Dust motes floated in a beam of light. His heart hammered. The Five were fighting outside, but Po couldn’t move. The darkness was swallowing him.
Po faltered. For a split second, he saw the radish crate again. The rain. The red. Shen saw the hesitation and struck. A blade of metal caught Po across the chest, sending him crashing through a wall.
“Po, run!” Tigress yelled.
“But what if the wound is me?” Po whispered.
Po charged.
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.”
Po sobbed. For the first time, he didn’t feel the pain of abandonment. He felt the weight of sacrifice. His mother didn’t throw him away. She saved him.