Wu Xie was fascinated by this glimpse into Master Fu's past. "Tell me more about your time at Lushan Academy," he urged, eager to learn more about his mentor's history.
Master Fu chuckled, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. "Ah, perhaps another time, young one. For now, our main focus is on you," he said, his tone turning serious.
"You have much to learn and much to accomplish. And with that, let us continue on our path."
"Alright, Wu Xie," Master Fu said, breaking him out of his reverie. "Today, we will begin your training in martial arts."
Wu Xie nodded eagerly, trying to ignore the nervous flutter in his stomach. He had always been a great sportsman on his own planet, but this was different.
The body he currently inhabited was weak and untrained, making it difficult for him to tap into his true abilities.
"Let's begin with some basic stances," Master Fu instructed, demonstrating a simple martial arts pose.
Wu Xie tried to mimic the stance, but his body felt awkward and clumsy. He stumbled and nearly lost his balance, much to the amusement of Wovi, who watched from a nearby perch.
"Again," Master Fu said patiently, guiding Wu Xie through the movements.
But try as he might, Wu Xie couldn't seem to get it right. His arms flailed, his legs tangled, and he ended up in a heap on the ground.
Master Fu sighed, a hint of exasperation creeping into his voice. "Let's try something else. How about we work on some basic punches?"
Once again, Master Fu demonstrated the proper technique, his movements fluid and precise. Wu Xie watched intently, trying to commit the motions to memory.
"Your turn," Master Fu said, stepping back to give Wu Xie some space.
Wu Xie took a deep breath, summoning all his focus and determination. He threw a punch, or at least attempted to. Instead of a powerful strike, his fist barely grazed the air in front of him.
Master Fu raised an eyebrow, a bemused expression crossing his face. "Perhaps we should start with something simpler," he suggested, trying to hide his amusement.
But Wu Xie was determined to get it right. He tried again and again, each attempt more awkward than the last.
His punches were slow and uncoordinated, nothing like the precise strikes Master Fu had demonstrated.
After what seemed like an eternity of futile attempts, Wu Xie collapsed onto the ground in defeat. He lay there, panting and exhausted, feeling utterly defeated.
"I... I can't do it," Wu Xie admitted, frustration evident in his voice. "Why is all this happening to me? I... I, the national champion, am struggling just to learn a simple martial art?"
In a moment of frustration and despair, Wu Xie looked up towards the sky and yelled, "I JUST WANT TO GO BACK TO MY WORLD!"
Master Fu looked down at him, a mixture of understanding and amusement in his eyes. "Kiddo, why are you always so eager to give up?" he asked gently, kneeling down beside Wu Xie. "You're the one who brags so much, yet gives up so easily."
Wu Xie looked up at Master Fu, a sense of defeat written across his features. "Master, you don't understand," he said, his voice filled with frustration. "I don't have much time. I need to reach Rank F as soon as possible, or they'll kick me out of the academy. And here I am, struggling to throw a simple punch."
Master Fu placed a reassuring hand on Wu Xie's shoulder, his eyes filled with a wisdom beyond his years. "Ah, Wu Xie, I understand" he said with a gentle pat on the back, "you must remember, this body is not yours. It takes time to adjust, time to train. But giving up is not an option."
"We'll take it one step at a time," he said reassuringly. "With practice and determination, you'll get there."
Wu Xie groaned, his face buried in his hands. "I know, I know," he muttered, feeling utterly defeated.
"But Master Fu," he continued, his voice muffled, "I just can't seem to get it right. My body feels like a bag of noodles trying to do kung fu."
Master Fu couldn't help but chuckle at the comparison. "A bag of noodles, huh?" he repeated, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. "Well, at least you're flexible!"
Wu Xie peeked through his fingers, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Yeah, flexible. That's one way to put it."
Master Fu stood up, brushing off his robes. "Alright, Wu Xie," he said, his tone more serious now. "Let's try something different."
With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Master Fu began to demonstrate a series of exaggerated martial arts moves, complete with sound effects and dramatic flourishes.
"First, the 'flailing chicken' technique!" he declared, waving his arms wildly and clucking like a chicken.
Wu Xie couldn't hold back his laughter, the tension of the moment melting away. "What on earth?" he exclaimed between giggles.
"Next, the 'drunken monkey' dance!" Master Fu proclaimed, stumbling around in an exaggerated, wobbly manner.
Wu Xie watched, his laughter growing louder with each ridiculous move. "Master Fu, are you sure this is part of the training?"
Master Fu winked, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Of course! It's all about finding your own style, Wu Xie. Embrace the chaos!"