Then, he heard a voice. Not Shifu’s. Not Tigress’s. A warm, deep voice he had never heard, yet knew as well as his own reflection.
The cannon fired. A roaring sphere of fire and iron screamed toward Po.
Days later, the Furious Five and Po rode to Gongmen City. Shen had returned, and his metal army was swallowing China. When they arrived, the city was silent as a grave. The peacock stood on a balcony, white feathers like knives. kung fu panda 2 po
“But what if the wound is me?” Po whispered.
Po knelt down and hugged his goose father. “Dad,” he whispered. “I know about my real parents.” Then, he heard a voice
The last thing he saw was Po, standing unharmed in the center of the inferno, a panda who finally knew exactly who he was.
He looked at his paws. The past was not a chain. It was a river. It had brought him here, to this moment, to this dusty floor. A warm, deep voice he had never heard,
Mr. Ping froze, terrified.
“You don’t even know who you are!” Shen screeched, dodging a Wuxi Finger Hold. “You are nothing! A mistake left in a box!”
“Po, run!” Tigress yelled.