Kung Fu Panda 2 Po -

He stood up.

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 knelt down and hugged his goose father. “Dad,” he whispered. “I know about my real parents.”

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. 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.”

He remembered his mother’s face. He remembered Mr. Ping’s noodle soup. He remembered Shifu’s patience. He remembered the Five’s trust. He cupped his paws together, not to block, but to hold .

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. He stood up

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.

“I love you,” the vision whispered. “I did not leave you to be weak. I left you to be strong. To live.”

“My son.”

Po smiled, tears on his fur. “And I know you chose me. That makes you just as real.”

Po walked out of the smoke. His eyes were no longer confused. They were as clear as a mountain lake.

The last thing he saw was Po, standing unharmed in the center of the inferno, a panda who finally knew exactly who he was. The rain

“Po, run!” Tigress yelled.