Josh's insides did dizzying cartwheels as he struggled with his own comprehension and feelings about the unfolding situation. He still couldn't accept the fact that he was literally initiated into the Dragon on the spot, at the age of 16 even--does his family know about this, and how would it affect his personal future? A shiver ran down his spine as Han's words echoed in his head about chaos and fear; he couldn't believe this man had once been a student of Shifu, whom had constantly stressed to him throughout his youth, "Balance, harmony, and order - draw your power from these three guiding principles of wushu, and your stance will never waver, with an iron fist and flurry of kicks."
Is this what Han meant, drawing upon the power of chaotic, impressionable youth? Josh himself would never have become the same person today without Shifu's guidance and teaching. The Circuit's youth, disheveled beggars and desperate pickpockets, all having to quickly harden to their sorrowful life or die, did not share even a single beneficial opportunity with the Polis youth, especially not education. They would make a formidable army if the Dragon could convince them to rise up, but how would that consolidate society any better than even the oppressive Council? Josh certainly wasn't going to stand eking out an existence in a lawless city, much less give up his ambitions to study law.
Now wasn't the right time to question Shifu or the Dragon's reared head; for now he had to move with the flow to not portray himself as suspicious or unworthy of the task at hand. Josh replied to Shifu while sullenly watching the Dragon Head take his leave, "Shifu, do not worry yourself in your old age, the Dragon Head is right, youth must now take care of matters. I will see to it this task is completed successfully, in my family, the Dragon's, and my honor as your student."