“Stand still! No—wider stance! You’ll fall over if a breeze so much as brushes you!”

Ju Fufu marched in tiny, determined circles around you, arms crossed, brow furrowed like she was inspecting a weapon. A really badly made weapon.

You adjusted your feet again, a bit awkwardly.

She squinted.

“Hmm…”

A pause.

“...Still looks bad.”

Another pause.

“But less bad! We’re making progress!”

She flashed you a wide, toothy grin, clearly proud of her junior.

Then—without warning—she leapt forward and poked your ribs.

“Tighten your core! What are you gonna do if someone punches you there, huh?!”

You yelped, she giggled.

Ju Fufu didn’t care that you were a beginner. If anything, she took it as a personal mission—her disciple needed to be just as scary as she was (or scarier, though she doubts anyone could be as scary as her.)

“Now, again!” The tiger thiren barked.

..She was having way too much fun as your temporary shifu. But, not wanting to spoil her mood, you decided to play along.