Kuzon walked through what looked to be a mannequin repair shop. Only that all the articulated limbs and body parts had a green poison licking from them. Kuzon ducked as a poisoned blade flew at him. "Get out! I'm not doing it anymore!" His voice was bitter, a stench of alcohol wafting through the air. "Why? Because the world is in peace?"

The man poked his head out of the shadows, revealing one arm being that of a mannequin. "No, because whatever I do there parasites of the world won't die out!" He yelled he took a swig from ceramic bottle. "The chief of south is dead, the earth queen is a heartless cow and the republic city will burn in fire of an infection!" Kuzon simply listened. "Why're you here son? Are you with some triad wanting me to slay a rival, or a Dai Li wanting me to eliminate a- burp an opposition?" Kuzon simply showed the old man a Lotus piece, and the man burst out laughing. "Your order are bunch of idiots, liars and hypocrites that lick the avatar boots because the few intelligent ones died off!" He took another swing from the ceramic bottle. "Yes, that's why I want to found a black ops group under the grandmasters nose."

The old man raised a brow at that, his interest gained. "But first I would like to see your skill." The Elder Snapped his fingers and a mannequin fell from the ceiling only to land on it's feet and have cables with sharp needles pointed at Kuzon. The fire bender dodged the Cables rushing toward him and melted the cable yet the chest then opened launching thousands of needles Kuzon launched a large inferno of fire, jumped toward the ceiling grabbing on to pipes, the puppets mouth fell open revealing it's flame thrower. Kuzon breathed heavily, he watched metal bender, all the actions were done with a single hand, then the puppets hand forward it's fingers expanding revealing the metal cable, Kuzon was captured and then he was electrocuted. The Master fire bender withstood the attack of electricity and the puppet master released Kuzon and the Fire bender fell to his knees. "You're truly talented. Did you that with one hand and buzzed?" The master chuckled. "If you met me during my prime, and if I used Shaka, well let's just say you wouldn't have any limbs to walk on or a tongue to speak with."

"How would you like to train a new generation of puppeteers?" The old man smirked. "What is your group's name?" Kuzon smiled. "The hidden garden." The old squinted at him. "Are we in love with that name?" Kuzon sighed, annoyed. "What name do you have in mind?" He thought for a brief second. "Hidden flowers?" Kuzon's eyes widened and took on breath relenting. "I will be honest, that is much better." The man laughed. "Yea, It would be better to name our base the hidden garden than ourselves." The old man nodded. "How many others do you have anyway?" Kuzon showed four fingers and raised a fifth one. "Five flowers, growing in the hidden garden."

Author's note: I don't know if this will be canon or not. Mainly because I liked the concept of puppeteer metal benders, it's both creepy and fascinating imaging these people, who have basically created a method of terminating life by leaving a trace behind. Imagine an entire group of puppeteers moving fingers, a professional musician would be to the point where you wouldn't even be able to recognize what movements they're doing anymore, even true master with their thought moving the puppets perfectly to that of a human.