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Not long ago, Wu—the youngest son of the First Spinjitzu Master—had decided it was time to recruit the new Elemental Masters. The ones he would train himself.
The first he recruited was the descendant of the former Master of Earth, Lilly. Sadly, she had passed away, and her son, Cole Brookstone, had inherited her elemental power.
The second—and for now, the last—was the son of Libby, the former Master of Lightning. Tracking him down hadn’t been easy, though Wu would never openly admit it. The woman had vanished without leaving a trace… abandoning her child in the process.
Still, he had eventually found him: Jay Walker.
With them accounted for, all that remained was locating the children of Ray and Maya—the former Masters of Fire and Water—and the current Master of Ice.
Wu couldn’t deny he felt nervous, even if he refused to admit it aloud. He was excited to teach the four new Elemental Masters of Creation.
But his last attempt at teaching had ended in complete… failure.
And Wu did not want history to repeat itself.
Still, he couldn’t dwell on that.
Not when he still had two more ninjas to recruit.
Today, while investigating which part of Ninjago the Ice Master might be in, he had left his two new students stretching and training in the monastery courtyard. He was glad to see they got along well.
It was always easier to teach two friends than two rivals.
From inside the monastery, he could hear the sounds of their training—and their conversation.
Wu decided it was the perfect moment to take a break from his search and check on them.
“I’m telling you, Cole,” Jay said. When Wu stepped outside, he saw Jay had stopped stretching, while Cole remained focused. “Do you really think he’s actually going to teach us spin-something?”
“Spinjitzu,” Wu corrected gently before Cole could.
“Master!” they said in unison, straightening and bowing respectfully.
“My dear students,” Wu said, approaching them slowly, “you will never learn Spinjitzu if you do not first master your physical condition.”
“But Sensei,” Cole said, stepping forward, “you still haven’t really shown us what Spinjitzu actually is. You only said you’d teach us.”
Wu turned to the future Master of Earth, considering his words.
Had he really not shown them yet?
He rarely made oversights like that.
“Hm. I see.”
Why not show them now?
Smiling to himself, Wu performed a perfect demonstration.
His body spun, energy swirling with him, golden magic forming a radiant vortex around his figure. He wasn’t as strong as he had been in his youth—but the technique was still powerful, still elegant.
And more than enough to impress his students.
When he stopped, both boys stared at him in awe.
“Whoa… I thought you were making that up,” Cole muttered.
“Wow, that’s incredible, Sensei!” Jay said, eyes shining with excitement. “Why don’t you just teach us that directly?”
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“Wow! That’s amazing, Sensei!”
The child’s voice echoed in his mind.
A small figure ran up to him, tugging on his sleeve to get his attention—though he already had it. The boy’s eyes sparkled with pure curiosity.
“How do you make it fly?”
Wu smiled softly, gently pulling on the string to guide the kite back into his hands before placing it carefully into his student’s arms.
The boy immediately began inspecting it, searching for some hidden trick.
Wu chuckled and knelt beside him, resting a hand on his shoulder.
“This is a kite,” he explained, pointing to the sky. “It flies by catching the air currents. The wind lifts it. Because it’s made from light but sturdy material, it rises easily while still strong enough to withstand powerful gusts. And the string keeps it from drifting away.”
The boy’s eyes shone brighter than ever.
“Can I make it fly too?!”
“Of course,” Wu laughed. “That’s why I showed you.”
Just then, the kettle whistled inside the monastery.
“Wait here, Morro. I’ll be right back.”
He gave the boy a gentle pat on the shoulder and headed inside.
Wu remembered that day perfectly.
It was the day his student son first showed signs of elemental power.
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Wu shook his head lightly, pulling himself out of the memory.
It wasn’t right to live in the past when there was still a future ahead.
And it certainly wasn’t fair to compare his new students to his former one.
It had been decades since he’d last heard anything about Morro.
After so long… it was obvious he wouldn’t return.
All Wu could do was hope he was well.
Yet despite his efforts, the name Morro echoed in his mind like a loop he couldn’t silence.
“I’m sorry, my dear students,” Wu said at last, leaning on his late father’s staff. “But you are not ready yet. Neither of you.”
“Aww…” Jay groaned while Cole chuckled at his expression. “So we have to keep doing these boring stretching lessons?”
Wu simply nodded.
Then he quietly walked away, leaving them to resume training.
After all…
He still had two more students to find. (Three, if he counted Nya—even if she wasn’t technically a master elemental of Creation.)