A Walking Target

Master Fu stopped in his tracks, turning to face Wuxie. His stern expression softened ever so slightly. "Perhaps," he admitted. "But you must understand, boy, power like this doesn't come without consequences. You've set things in motion that cannot be undone."

Wovi, who had been uncharacteristically quiet added, "He's right, you know. Every major clan is probably after you now.

The Demon Clan, the Humans, maybe even the Water Clan. You're a walking target, Wuxie."

Wuxie sighed heavily, his head sinking back onto the pillow. The gravity of his actions was beginning to sink in.

He had chased power to protect himself and those he cared about, but in doing so, he had painted a massive target on his back.

Master Fu leaned over him again, placing a hand on his shoulder. The gesture was firm but carried an unexpected gentleness. "Rest, boy. Your body is still adjusting to the fruit's power. It will take time, and I suspect the worst is yet to come."