Candles flickered in a dim room of the Jade palace. Master Jing listened quietly, his eyes shut tightly. He waited ..... the suffocating silence was only interrupted by the occasional sound of a flame spurting as it lapped up wax. There was complete.silence...... and suddenly, the rushing sound of wax as the candles above finally reached their limits. Jing had hand crafted these candles himself so that the wax would fall at exactly the time he needed it to. Jing sprung into action, he swirled in one quick circle, allowing five blades to escape his wings; each was evenly spaced at 72 degree increments to cover all 360 degrees. He threw five more at an offset of 36 degrees, then five more at an eighteen degree offset, he calculated and reacted five more times. The wax followed the blades onto a large piece of paper that fully encircled the room. His movements shifted and he spun in a windmill fashion countless times. His blades whistled through the air and caught the wax as it trickled down. Jing's face turned to a look of fierceness as he stopped slinging blades and simply began flapping hard at the ground. The force of the gusts caused the candles on the ground around him to sling wax at the walls indiscriminately. He made three very hard flaps before taking his right wing to the ground, bringing it up quickly and throwing a hard gust at the wall with a loud yell.<br/><br/>He stopped and so had the wax..... the candles had gone dark.............all was quiet once more....... until the sound of his door sliding open alerted him. He deftly threw a blade in the direction of the noise.<br/><br/>Master Po had caught the blade with the tip of his forefinger and thumb. If he had not, it would have stuck him right between his eyes "calm as ever Master Jing Mei," Po said sarcastically.<br/><br/>"You caught me in the middle of something," Jing said seriously "I'll be outside the training hall in five minutes,"<br/><br/>"You always seem so angry," Po said "You should be celebrating on this day, you might even be the dragon warrior,"<br/><br/>"I will not 'celebrate' this day ,Master, for this day marks the beginning of great loss and pain," Jing roughly tore the blades from the wall " besides, I'm too full of hatred to be someone who is meant to bring peace,"<br/><br/>_________________________________________________________<br/><br/>The crowd was blaring loudly. The stage had been set, the dusty ground of the arena was prepped and the Furious five and almost the entire valley were in attendance.<br/><br/>Shifu stood in the center of the stadium with Po by his side. Po looked uneasy in the ceremonial clothing. Shifu cleared his throat as if it would silence the entirety of the village "The day has come," he began. The crowd was already in an uproar "Old shall greet new as the first dragon warrior shall pick our second," the crowd grew even louder. Shifu tapped his staff "let the tournament begin!"