A/N I know that for a 3 year old he seems very smart and resourceful, but I feel the story fits the timeplan I've got for it better. I also think that in the Avatar world the characters can be more grown up at an age than they would be in real life. Basically he was a 3 year old with the brain of a 7 or 8 year old. I also have added boxing in this chapter, for those boxing experts out there it will be much like the real life version, except there won't be different weight classes as I like the idea of Kozar fighting people a lot bigger than him. Anyways on with the story.

Jhong

Two years had passed since Kozar had stumbled on to the conspiracy to kill his Uncle. And Kozar had just pushed the matter to the back of his mind, Iroh was in no immediate danger and no one would believe him even if he showed them the letter that was still hidden away among his things. Ozai had returned from his quest unsuccessful, not that anyone was surprised by that. No one believed the Avatar was alive, so Kozar''s Grandfather, Fire Lord Azulon hadn't been angry about Ozai's failure. Publicly he had praised his younger son for the stories of daring raids on Earth kingdom ships. All this meant that Ozai was in a better mood than Kozar had ever known. This was just as well for the young Prince, as it was time for him to go to school. Ozai had told him that he wouldn't be going to the Royal fire academy for boys like Zuko had. He had said that most of what they taught wouldn't be necessary for what Kozar would do when he was older. The boy hadn't been all too happy with his Father's tone of voice, it seemed to carry a hidden message. Kozar shrugged it off and went along with what his Father siad. Why would I need Maths anyway Was how he thought of it. He had already decided that he had no interest in staying in the capital city when he was old enough to leave. He had decided to travel the world. However when he told his Mother his plans they had not been recieved well. Since then he had been watched like a hawk by a servant at almost all times. Almost. He had managed to slip away on occasion, exploring, running, swimming or climbing what ever he could find. The result was that Azula no longer had anything to back up calling him fat. He was still short, but was stocky, strong and fast for his age. Very fast. This had got him out of a number of difficult situations with angry older kids that he might have annoyed. Of course it would have been just as easy to tell them that he was the Prince, but Kozar often tried to forget about that.

Kozar arrived at his place of education, noticing that there were 5 other boys in the courtyard when he got there. He was about to walk over and intoduce himself, but as he started a tall, bulky man emerged, and all the boys who had seconds ago been lounging around suddenly snapped to attention.

"Line up." The man shouted in a deep authorative tone. The other boys quickly moved to stand shoulder to shoulder with one another, and Kozar joined the line at the far left. The man (An instructor he seemed to be more than a teacher) was clearly visible. He was massive, the tallest man Kozar had ever seen. At least 7 foot tall, with bulging arms as thick as tree trunks. His shoulders were wider than Kozar was tall and his chest muscles looked like they could stop a charging Komodo Rhino dead in its tracks.

"Your parents have deemed it necessary for you to be sent here for disciplining." That's odd thought Kozar Dad didn't mention that.

"BOY" Kozar was brought back to Earth boy the powerful voice.

"What did I just say?" He asked

"Boy." Kozar replied, regretting it as soon as he saw the look on the man's face. When the instructor responded his voice was quiet, almost gentle. This unnerved Kozar more than shouting ever did or would.

"I know you are a Prince, but your Father insisted that you don't get any special treatment. You will be pushed hard here. Very hard. You'll be a man when I've finished with you lot." He noticed that the other boys had been talking among themselves pointing at Kozar.

"ALL OF YOU!" That got their attention.

"I am the strongest man you will ever see." He walked over to a stone bench and lifted it off the ground with one of his enormous hands. Then dropped it and grinned.

"You see?" He enquired.

"I bet you're not very fast though." Kozar didn't know why he couldn't just keep his mouth shut. He expected to be yelled at, maybe even kicked out on his first day, but instead the instructor's features softened.

"You're fast are you, then today while we work you can run constant laps of the courtyard. Go on. Have fun." Kozar set off at a slow jog and gradually got quicker. He knew he could do this, and was almost showing off as the other boys did various physical exercises. Kozar actually enjoyed it, and the time flew by. At the end the instructor dismissed the boys, saying they had worked hard. Kozar detected a nice guy hidden underneath the muscles as he began walking to the exit. He was stopped by one of the man's enormous hands on his shoulder.

"Wait a moment Prince Kozar. Come inside and have a chat." Kozar slightly bemused, but not at all scared followed his instructor inside.

"Your Father sent you here because he believes that you need controlling. This is not a disciplinary centre. It is a place where you should work on the gifts you were given. I have heard from your Uncle, not your Father that you are a gifted athlete."

"All my family are."

"Yes. But I wanted to test you out by making you run today. I am impressed. I think that as long as you work hard we will get along very well indeed. You may go now. I just wanted you to know that you shouldn't see this place as a punishment."

"There's just one thing sir." Kozar hesitated and the instructor encouraged him to tell.

"What is your name, I can't keep thinking of you as the instructor ."

"My name is Jhong."

"Where have I heard that name?

"I am a former boxing champion of the Fire Nation."

"Thanks I just wanted to know." With that Kozar ran off deep in thought. Boxing he mused I could do that.