Don't Get Cocky, Kid

In a life that lasts only a few decades, how can you avoid taking a tumble or going down with the ship? So you do your best to steer clear of trouble. But in the whole martial world, I'm the odd one out. Rolling and running still aren't enough: I even go looking for misery. Glaring at the little figure bouncing away in the distance, I clenched my slender fingers until they crackled, then shouted with confidence as I chased after him: "Don't get cocky, kid. I'm still your mother!"