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“Master Shifu,”
His students, everyone would call him that nowadays. He was sure he didn’t deserve the title the gave him, he certainly was no Oogway. Not at all. If fact, he never would be Oogway. But still, they called him that. It made him feel strange, like they were mocking him
Like they knew he wasn’t good enough—like they knew he would never be good enough--
He shout out his inner turmoil, the thoughts he would bare often. A true teacher—master should have inner peace. But he wasn’t such, he wasn’t like Oogway.
So, why did his students have to look at him with so much hope? Like he used to do, and still does Oogway, he wasn’t like Oogway. They shouldn’t be looking at him like that.
Yet they still did. They still called him ‘Master.’
He hated—loathed it.
If he was so great than why—why wasn’t he like Oogway--? Why did his father leave him?
Why did he do what his father did and forsake his own damn son?
Drawing in a steady breath, he looked towards the students before him. They still looked at him with hope and respect.
He flattened his ears.
Why couldn’t he just be like Oogway?