If History Repeats Itself
Master Fu loved near death experiences. They had a certain...spark of excitement that was difficult to find at the old age of 155.
"Master, are you sure you want to do this?" Wayzz, his kwami asked, concerned at the thought of his holder dangling from the edge of a bridge.
"Oh, come now, Wayzz," Master Fu responded, eyeing a boy around the age of sixteen approach the bridge. "What's the fun in doing it your way?"
"Alright then. Let's just hope he saves you in time," Wayzz said, before hiding away in Master Fu's shirt.