I know I haven't updated in months but for one I wasn't motivated, I had writers block and I thought nobody supported this fanfic.

I changed the story to Korra's POV as an experiment. Do you guys prefer it as Korra's POV or the same format as the previous chapters?

I exited through the front entrance easily blending into the crowd; a defined ringing lingered in my ear after tonight's unforgettable match Strangely I felt guilt tug at my skin.

Was It because of my self-centred attitude which may have damaged Tenzin's pride? Or was it that I never gave myself the opportunity to congratulate Mako and Bolin on their succession, after all this was a massive achievement that other players would kill for.

I knew the least I could do was bid them farewell while amending my childish mishap with Mako but then again not everything goes according to plan, there's always a flaw; especially if I was involved.

Besides, deep within the pit of my stomach I sensed that Mako may be someone I may have known in the past. It truly was a mysterious case. I tried recalling the past many times but what lay amidst inside my head was a thick fog that refused to clear.

Normally curiosity grappled me and compelled myself to stick my nose in somebody else's business, especially if it was about me. But every time I thought about it I would feel the anxiety pressurize my chest and my heart rapidly beating like a drum.

I tried to convince myself that it was due to a young childhood that I didn't remember anything but the more I focused on the possibilities the more I began to doubt myself.

The cold air tinged my skin making me shiver. With my body engulfed in my muscular arms I stealthily headed in the direction of the air temple. I felt an unpleasant nervousness punch a hole in my gut as I approached the doorway. What would happen if I summoned the courage to knock on the door?

Would they slam the door in my face once they saw me, shun me from the air temple for disrespecting Tenzin and behaving like a spoiled brat? I may be overreacting but the only solution was to find out.

I slowly rapt on the door and in response, distinctive but scurrying footsteps approached. While this happened I waited nervously hoping at the very least that I looked presentable to state an apology.

Tenzin drowsily stood at the door stricken with worry and fatigue. I was startled because in a flash I was grabbed by the shoulders, being questioned about my wellbeing which was confusing. After all I had done I would have expected some method of gruelling punishment.

What was wrong with him? Was Tenzin deluded and driven insane? It was like the Painted Lady had gracefully dropped from the heavens and transformed him into an entirely different person, a personality that I had only witnessed till now.

My limbs felt heavy, I forgotten how long it was till I rested. During the entire trip the ship never ceased to rock back and forth, then sea sickness took its toll and I thought I was in hell. I wanted to apologise to Pema and Tenzin, reassure their kids and then go to sleep.

I wanted to sleep so bad it was like a craving. At the very moment I felt like I could barely stand and the heavy bags under my eyes were pulling me under like water. Tenzin seemed to immediately understand and helped me to my bedroom without any consent.

I was thankful to Tenzin; I'm just too drained to say it. When we entered my room Tenzin laid me gently on my stomach across the mattress. It felt like a blessing to feel something so soft and comforting pressing up against my body and before I knew it I was dragged under the welcoming sensation of sleep.

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Just when I thought my unknown 'crimes' would be left unpunished I couldn't have been more wrong. First off I was rudely awakened by Meelo in a way I didn't want to describe (which ended in me wringing his neck). I was still tired and put through training that tasted like hell.

I was anticipating to actually making some progress in my training but now my body was sore all over like a bruised banana and I wanted to escape from Tenzin, at least for a while. Did I forget to mention that I was tired?

I couldn't believe how humiliating the training was. When I first saw the ancient relic I silently marvelled its intricate design while pondering how it was supposed to unlock my air bending abilities.

I watched in envy as Jinora easily summoned the air blowing it into the direction of the rectangular disks, causing them to individually spin in a fast pace. To my surprise Jinora easily manoeuvred through the obstacle as if it took no effort.

It looked easy enough for a kid so how hard could it be for me? I charged head on thinking that I could manoeuvre myself through the disks if I was fast and sleek but something went wrong. I got hit in the face; a powerful blow that sent me crashing to the ground.

But I never hit the ground because another attack hit me in the chest, then my back and then all I could feel was numbing pain as I blindly stumbled through the rotating course landing in a heap on the ground.

I heard Tenzin sigh then his footsteps cascade away all the while he was grumbling. I moaned as I knew it would continue the next day and my intuition wasn't wrong. I felt like a hopeless case. From meditating to severe air training I knew none of it was sinking into my stubborn head no matter how many times I repeated the training.

I wasn't exaggerating when I say that this lasted for days. I don't remember how many but countless, embarrassing days that I don't want to recall.

Back to the part where I was strangling Meelo. I was pretty pissed at him but the only thing that prevented his demise was his voice garbling about Tenzin wanting to speak to me in the kitchen.

I quickly got dressed into my water tribe attire, snaking through the proud corridors of the air temple where I saw Tenzin with his usual solemn face seated next to Pema who snuggly cuddled next to him like an adorable puppy.

I took a seat in front of Tenzin silently waiting for what he needed to tell me. I noticed his nervousness as he clenched his fists numerous times as if he was squeezing an invisible stress ball but I took no regard to it as I heard him speak.

"Korra I know this is unexpected but please hear me out" Tenzin said firmly which merely made me think about endless possibilities that could cause Tenzin to be nervous. Clearing his throat Tenzin continued.

"Through the past few days it is obvious that none of my training methods have been deemed effective. Pema and I have discussed this last night and we have come up with a decision to settle this matter."

Tenzin briefly paused, staring at me straight in the eyes before finishing his sentence.

"Korra you are going to a bending school"

"WHAT!"

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Did you like it? I'm going to need some good names for the teachers in the bending school and possibly their personality if you want to.