The Idiot General

by Spongy449

Born to serve the Fire nation, that's just how it works here. But this one... he was different; He was special, born with extraordinary ability. He was born to be a great general, an idiot general. He's a fool of the highest order. A waste of potential, serving a cruel and ruthless nation like the Fire Nation. How can someone so talented be reduced to such a pathetic state?

4. The Pyre of Ascension

Water. Earth. Fire. Air.

Fire Lord Ozai stood motionless, his gaze fixed on the flames that danced before him. The fire blazed, which casting erratic shadows across the dimly lit throne room and he seemed lost in thought. He is already far away in his own head, lost in the abyss of his mind. The firelight always reflected in his cold, calculating eyes, sharpening the edges of his stoic face. Shadows rippled across his features, the room was steeped in disciplined breathing of the guards stationed along the walls. Every figure in the room stood as still as statues, aware that even the slightest misstep could draw the Fire Lord's wrath.

Suddenly, a presence at the edge of the room broke the silence as a servant entered quietly from out of nowhere, moving with purpose. He lowers his head and dares to address Fire Lord Ozai directly. "Fire Lord Ozai, I have the honor of informing you that General Lixin has returned. His ship has finally docked."

This is surely a significant event and no doubt...

The Fire Lord slightly rotated his head and eyes narrowed at the servant, his current demeanor is disrupted by a flash of irritation. "What?"

Will General Lixin report good news? Or will his return bring with it a slew of bad tidings?

The servant straightened, and he was careful to keep his gaze fixed respectfully on the floor. "Without prior notice, my lord. He is currently in the harbor as we speak..."

Would the Fire Lord be eager to hear about the general's exploits and accomplishments?

Unfortunately not...

Ozai's face twisted with disdain as he turned back to the fire. "So, he returns at his leisure," he muttered sharply with scorn. "No message, no announcement, not even the simplest of formalities. Just the assumption that I would halt everything for his arrival."

He thought he had his plans all figured out. He'd consult with his vassals and council to ensure a smooth journey. But the universe has other plans in store. An unexpected event, out of blue obstacle, and the change of circumstances forcing him to re-arrange his entire schedule.

He gritted his teeth in frustration. How many times would he need to adjust this damn timetable?

Not this time ...

The servant remained silent, knowing that any response could tip the Fire Lord's irritation into outright anger.

Ozai took a steadying breath, forcing his features back into their usual mask of cold control. "If Lixin thinks he can return unannounced and without consequences, then he made a grave mistake..."

As he considered the situation, another idea popped into his head. Could he use this opportunity to extract some information? After all, the other person seemed vulnerable and prone to revealing secrets. Maybe this was his chance to get some valuable intel. He will not to pass up an opportunity like this.

He would try and extract as much information as possible?

"Perhaps he requires a reminder of what it means to serve under my command." Ozai pondered, his voice echoed.

He got seven ways to solve a problem. That's good, that's very good! But he was stuck on the crucial question of how to even start the process. He had all these potential methods at his disposal, but was unable to figure out how to kick-start the system.

All the ingredients laid out for a great cake, but he did not knowing how to turn on the oven... Such is life in the Fire Nation...

"Shall I send for him, my lord?" the servant asked cautiously.

"No." Ozai reconsider.

What did he intend to?...

"Send for my daughter. Azula will deal with him. If he cannot be bothered to follow the basic principles, then I will not waste my time on him."

He has some urgent business to attend to, he needs to handle some important matters and simply doesn't have the time to spare for the QA session. His daughter could step in and take his place, especially if she knows the old friend of her from the royal academy. It would be a great opportunity for her to catch up and chat about their shared memories.

Sort of anyway...

With another bow, the servant withdrew to carry out his orders.

As silence reclaimed the throne room, Ozai's gaze returned to the fire, his mind already turning to the other matters demanding his attention. He would let Azula handle this distraction. Whether she chose to charm or intimidate Lixin was just one his little importance. What mattered was that he learned his place, and his limits.

...

The servant moved with a swift and discreet shadow, down the hallways of the Fire Nation Royal Palace until he reached the chambers of Princess Azula. With a deep bow, he knocked, waiting for her permission to enter.

"Come in," came Azula's voice, with her usual cool and calm tone.

The servant entered, the room was just an average, ordinary, humdrum royalty chamber bedroom. Shocking, right? No fancy, over-the-top decor or any hint of excessive extravagance. It's a surprise, considering she's got a tendency for wanting more, more, more. Maybe you would think she'd want the room dripping in gold and covered in gemstones, but instead, it's just a plain bedroom.

Who would've guessed!? Obviously...

Bowing low, he began. "Princess Azula, your father has requested your presence."

A look of intrigue appears in her amber eyes. "Oh? And what could be so pressing that he needs me immediately?"

There she was, just going about her business, but something came knocking at her door, completely out of the blue. Her curiosity was piqued, she knew it would be a surprise. Curiosity is never a bad thing, right?

"It concerns General Lixin, your highness," the servant replied. "He has returned... unexpectedly."

Her old friend is the last thing she expected... But you know what? Maybe Agni brought her present to play with...

Azula's mouth curved into a sly smile, her gaze turning thoughtful. "Lixin... So, the wandering general finally decided to grace us with his presence. How inconsiderate of him." She paused, tapping a finger against her chin.

"And Father wishes me to handle it?"

When trouble came knocking, it was always her that had to answer the door, the issue that was passed down to her from her father. She was the one they turned to when things went south, whether it was dealing with an unruly problem and she was always the one to step up and handle the situation.

She was the one who held everything together, the one that her father trusted the most.

The servant nodded. "Yes, Princess. Fire Lord Ozai has entrusted this matter to you."

And she is right about that!

Azula rose gracefully, widening her smile. "Perfect..."

She glanced at her reflection in the polished metal wall, brushing a hand over her hair to ensure it was flawless, she's excited for the day to start. This moment is something she's been waiting for all her life.

It better be worth all this waiting...

THE IDIOT GENERAL — AVATAR: THE LAST AIRBENDER

CHAPTER 4: THE PYRE OF ASCENSION

ACT 1: LIXIN'S ETERNAL FLAME

SCENE 1 — HIS RETURN

The scene shifts to the scenic bay where Fire Nation ships are docked, a bustling harbor filled with vessels laden with goods from the colonies or delivering essential supplies for the war effort. Each ship bears the emblem of the Fire Nation, either anchored or maneuvering toward its assigned berth. The surrounding waters are alive with marine life, while the distant shoreline blends rugged cliffs with patches of sandy beach. A flurry of activity fills the air as sailors and dockworkers hustle with their duties, the salty sea breeze mingling with the sounds of labor and the rhythm of the waves.

Lixin stepped off the gangplank onto the cobblestone dock, breathing in the scent of land with a faint, satisfied sigh. "It feels like an eternity out there on the sea... Avatar business and all that... or whatever..."

One of his crew members, a young soldier, gave him a look. "I didn't think anything could keep you away this long, General. You almost sound happy to be back."

But seriously, the general rarely gets seasickness. After all, he's a seasoned warrior, accustomed to facing the most intense battles and challenges. The way he felt ecstatic about setting his foot on the land again made him look like he's ready to kiss the ground.

Lixin smirked, stretching his arms and shaking off the stiffness of the journey. "Just... grateful to be rid of those cursed waves. It's time for solid ground and a decent meal." He paused, scanning the dockside with a lazy and almost indifferent gaze.

"Now, what are the odds Fire Lord's prepared a grand welcome for me?" a grand welcome for me?"

Yeah, well, he kinda made a mistake by coming unannounced. That explains the lack of a grand welcome. Tough luck, buddy. Should've planned ahead!

The soldier chuckled nervously. "I wouldn't hold my breath, sir."

Lixin shrugged and feeling unbothered. "Of course not. In any case, I'm sure I'll hear about it soon enough."

Maybe a grand meal? Nah, no more of this 'my lord' and 'your highness' nonsense. He's sick of it all. He just wants to relax and enjoy a meal. He's not here to play royalty games. He's here to unwind, reset his mind, and find some tranquility before setting out on his next big adventure. He definitely doesn't want to deal with this grand meal, or any other formalities for that matter.

Just let him rest and eat in peace, for AGNI sake.

As if on cue, a group of soldiers appeared at the end of the dock, led by none other than Princess Azula. She moved with orderly manner, her eyes is sharp and calculating as they locked onto Lixin.

Meanwhile, the general watched her approach with a mild, raised eyebrow.

"Well, well," he said with an unfazed attitude and demeanour. "Princess Azula herself. And here I thought I'd be greeted by a few bored guards."

He doesn't take them seriously as the Princess expected...

Azula kept her face straight with a firmness that fit her frame. "General Lixin," she replied smoothly. "Your humility is as overwhelming as ever. We were all just breathlessly waiting for your return, of course."

Is that sarcasm? Azula is renowned for her tendency to speak in a highly sarcastic manner. So it's always a bit of a guessing game to determine if she's being serious or not. Her sharp tongue and cunning nature make her every word seem laced with double meanings, it sometimes comes off as sardonic.

Lixin smiles slightly, keeping the atmosphere friendly, unphased by her sarcasm. "I'm sure you were, Princess. So, to what do I owe this... personal welcome?"

Something in this reunions indicates more than the eye...

"My father requested that I... shall I say keeping you enlightened," she replied, both charm and menace which perfectly fit her description. "I understand you arrived without prior notice. An... oversight?"

She's spouting a whole lot of nonsense, and all he can see is a turtle duck quacking away, talking shit and crap in the pond. The turtle duck waddles around the pond, trying to tell him of an idea or opinion that he's clearly not interested in.

He raised a brow, intentionally feigning innocence. "Oversight? I was simply so eager to return to my beloved homeland that I must've forgotten."

Month in the sea already made him missed his nation?

Azula's face drops for a bit, but it is not that apparent. "I doubt your 'eagerness' excuses your disregard for our practice in this nation."

He really needs to stop acting like everything is rainbows and sunshine all the damn time. Does he think he lives in some kind of fantasy land where nothing is ever wrong. He needs a reality check and needs to understand that life isn't always a happy-go-lucky Disney movie.

He should take them off and see the world for what it really is, not some perfect utopic wonderland.

But you know him, Lixin scoffed, "Forgive me, Princess. I didn't realize Ozai was in such a fragile state that he'd be rattled by my arrival."

Wha...

HOW DARE HE! HOW DARE YOU!!

The audacity of him calling the Fire Lord by his real name. How disrespectful can he be? How dare he show such a lack of etiquette? He's asking for a fireball to the face at this point. Maybe to him, it's a bit funny, but only because of how outrageous it is.

Azula drops her act and completely turns serious and firm. "You're remarkably confident for someone who's already on thin ice, General. Perhaps you've forgotten who holds power here."

He is digging his own grave...

But Lixin just shrugged, dismissed her threat, "And perhaps you've forgotten that power, Princess, isn't about theatrics. It's about results. And I've delivered time and time again, have I not?"

He implies that true power is not about putting on a show or displaying flashy, dramatic gestures. Instead, it suggests that power comes from substance, control, and effectiveness rather than the appearance or pretense of strength.

Very philosophical stuff coming out from him...Which is just annoying as hell, like STFU already...

Azula regarded him coolly, "Yes, you have. But you'd do well to remember that loyalty is as important as results. And loyalty means respecting the chain of command."

She lets her words hang, she is challenging him.

Lixin gave her a bow, he did not take her seriously... "Of course, Princess. My utmost loyalty is to the Fire Nation."

Is he playing along? Great news...

Azula tilted her head briefly, then her lips curved into a smile, but it lacked genuine obviously. "Good. Then you won't mind accompanying me back to the palace. I'd hate for you to lose your way while trying to report."

Just one more piece of defiance to deal with, and she'll be able to extract the information she needs from him. Dealing with his stubbornness isn't easy, but it's just a matter of time before she breaks through. It's even a little bit fun, this is her chance to get what she wants, and she won't give up

But shit, Agni does not allow her to do that...

Lixin gave her a calm gaze, easy demeanor and made a dramatic gesture with his hand. "No, I'd rather not."

What the hell?...

Azula's smile disappeared instantly. "What?"

She thought she reached the climax of the story, that she was at the pinnacle of this commotion. But to her dismay, she realized that she was still at the rock bottom. Her expectations shattered like glass. She was hoping for a momentous conclusion, but instead, she was met with anticlimax.

He responded with a light chuckle, brushing past her mounting frustration. "We're only taking a quick break, Princess. That's all. After that, we'll make our way back to the water, straight out of the mainland and its archipelago soon enough. Surely even someone as disciplined as you can spare a moment to breathe?"

She started to hate him, hated him for that!

Her golden eyes flared, him giving the fact did not sitting well with her. "Your sense of time seems as loose as your tongue, General. I wasn't aware you had the luxury to linger."

Lixin tch, "Oh no, this isn't about indulgence. Consider it reconnaissance, which is a rare opportunity to understand the 'common folk' you so dutifully rule over."

Not afraid of Azula, he's fearless, he got guts, chutzpah, cojones, call it what you will and he is the definition of bold, he's the type who charges headfirst into the fire.

Azula stared at him as her patience continuously thinning. She seemed to consider snapping at him, but instead, she exhaled sharply. "You do realize that my father has little tolerance for you? You're fortunate his priorities lie elsewhere. Otherwise, I imagine this reunion would be considerably less... accommodating."

The endless threats are just getting repetitive... What's the matter, did she run out of creative ways to menace her poor victim? She keeps menacing him with the same tired one-liners. Is anyone even taking her seriously?

Lixin is unfazed by her words. "Oh, I'm sure he's absolutely thrilled at the prospect of seeing me again."

Azula continued her words with a voice like ice. "Not quite. But don't worry, he'll hear every detail of this little conversation, especially the part where you've decided to waste time instead of following orders."

At this point, she's probably just bluffing and hoping that her victim will back down without a fight.

Lixin once again, shrugged off her threat. "I wouldn't expect anything less, Princess. Efficiency is key, after all."

He knows life these days is all about being swift and efficient. People are impatient, they want things done quickly and without delay. This nation is in such a sorry state, everyone is constantly in a hurry. From the moment they wake up, they sre bombarded with messages that tell them to move faster, to be productive, to be successful.

Azula slowed her pace slightly, "Just remember, Lixin. In the Fire Nation, there is no room for those who can't fall in line. Don't give my father a reason to remind you of that."

They all have to learn how to adapt and keep up with the pace of this quick-paced lifestyle. Or else risk being left behind.

Lixin met her fiery gaze with an unflinching calm. "Duly noted."

But should he add more fuel into the ongoing flame?

With amuse smile, he added, "That said, I can't miss the opportunity to indulge in some local tea before we leave. Call it curiosity, commoner's tea versus the royal blend. Who wouldn't want to compare?"

Those fancy tea ceremonies with the precious porcelain and intricate decorations were all well and good, but they got pretty damn boring after a while. There are only so many times he can sit and listen to people drone on about the origins of the tea itself before his mind starts to wander. And when he is surrounded by all that extravagance, it starts to lose its luster.

Meanwhile, Azula's expression hardening into stone. she hissed. "You're wasting time with tea?"

"Well, Princess," Lixin looked at his surroundings, "it's not every day you get to taste the spirit of the people, is it? Perhaps you should try it sometime."

So he decided to shake things up a bit and try to embrace the lower class lifestyle. No more silk robes and ivory tea sets, for him.

Her patience officially snapped. "Perhaps you've grown too comfortable in your position, General. Disobedience and impudence will not be tolerated."

To emphasize her message, the accompanying Imperial Soldier, maybe around 10, immediately assume a disciplined formation behind her. Their stances are in an organized fashion, giving off an air of authority and preparedness, they're primed to take action or display force if necessary. The regimented formation serves two purposes - to bolster her words with a visual demonstration of unity and strength and to intimidate anyone who might challenge her or her commands.

But Lixin coolly observed the scene playing out in front of him.

He snap his finger hand, his own troop, 10 of them materialized out of nowhere and lined up behind him. Unlike Azula's Imperial Guard, they stood at attention with a noticeable lack of military stiffness. Their obedience wasn't blindly bestowed upon them through the Fire Nation hierarchy; instead, it was a personal loyalty to Lixin himself.

The sight exhibits the sense of independence and self-discipline, which is radiating from their forms. But in the end, the tension between both parties flaring like raging fire.

Now, a lot of passerby stop at their track and watch the conflict between the General and the Princess...

Azula's eyes shifted to the rival force, looking surprised a little bit.

"A personal army," she remarked with disdain. "How quaint."

Lixin folded his arms. "Independent and free thinkers, Princess. They're not just soldiers; they're people who value loyalty over fear. A refreshing change, don't you see?"

Is this some sort of Ba Sing Se's Dai Li? But what's this? Is this army a group of soldiers who have a certain set of beliefs, or are they a team that makes decisions based on their own convictions? But to be honest, Lixin have a clear vision for this new army, a goal that motivates them.

Another issue for the Fire Nation to deal with...

This is the militia, a diverse mix of individuals. Here are some of them are the seasoned soldiers, grizzled and experienced warriors who have fought on the frontlines and seen the horrors of battle firsthand. Next, there are those who have been chosen by the general for service. Some of them have shown exceptional skills or potential, and next there was a need for bodies to fill the ranks or perhaps just want to go rogue.

Her gaze getting cold. "Watch yourself, Lixin. My father may tolerate your... eccentricities for now, but that patience has limits."

"And yet here I stand, tolerated," Lixin countered her.

He easily getting under her skin!

Azula shot back, "You're testing me..."

Lixin raised his hand dismissively, "No, Princess. I'm merely reminding you that power is more than titles and intimidation. It's about understanding people, even those beneath you. Take the tea, for instance. It might surprise you."

Metaphorically, look at the tea in your hand = something so simple, yet it holds secrets and surprises if you take the time to notice before savoring the taste. Real power lies in the unexpected, in the overlooked, and in the ability to truly see.

Azula stared at him blankly, she had enough with this. "I am not interested in hearing your monologue. You speak as though you're above the Fire Nation's ways, yet you owe everything you have to—..."

"Perhaps a bit of perspective would do you some good." Lixin interjected, effectively cutting her speech.

Which just worsened the situation, Azula is already fuming with anger, she literally wants to pull her hair out from the frustration of dealing with this absolute dumbass who keeps spouting nonsense word after word.

If he doesn't stop blabbering soon, she's gonna firebend at him, no holds barred!

Lixin suddenly defused the ongoing tension, "I mean... If it was that important... We can set up a meet up later..."

it was a rollercoaster of emotions, which drove her into the edge. Her first instinct was to react, but in that moment, her shoulders drooped in defeat. It she silently acknowledging the situation. Her initial fight or flight response was overtaken by a sense of defeat.

Azula's expression went from its usual fierce glare to something that looked a little more like acceptance. Her intense gaze softened, and her once-furrowed brow relaxed slightly.

Lixin clapped his hands together, feigning enthusiasm. "But first, I'll need to collect my tea."

Oh Agni, he is playing with damn fire!

Azula glared at him again, which could have practically incinerated him on the spot. "If you insist on delaying me any further, I'll ensure this little detour of yours becomes the last mistake you ever make."

She tried her best to keep things calm and in control, but it was all for naught. He often getting under her skin like an annoying mosquito. She gave him multiple warnings, desperately trying to maintain order, but he didn't seem to understand.

"Now, now," Lixin replied with a light chuckle. "Let's not make threats over tea, Princess. That wouldn't be very royal of you."

Oh? How dare him talking about royalty? The irony!

Her fists clenched at her sides, but she forced herself to remain composed. "Fine," she said through gritted teeth. "Five minutes, General. Not a second longer."

For the tea he so desperately seeks, she can spare only five minutes. she's rationing out her attention like precious gold!

Lixin bowed down exaggeratedly. "How generous of you."

He'd been teasing Azula the whole day, just like the good old times. He couldn't resist the urge to toy with her, just as he had done in the past. Her patience only stretched so far before she blew up at him.

Azula reminds him, "Just remember. Keep testing me, and I'll—"

Lixin interrupted, counter her glare with a calm gaze "I'm sure you will, Princess. But in the meantime, I'll enjoy my tea."

He just chuckled at the fact, knowing that he had successfully agitated her despite almost igniting the war between both parties.

But of course, it's truly a miracle that Azula is showing any patience at all. Everyone knows that she's not exactly a walking beacon of calmness. In fact, she's more often than not known for her fiery temper and tendency to set things ablaze with her flames. So how on Earth is she managing to stay so composed? She is like a raging volcano miraculously turn into a tranquil lake overnight. Something's fishy here.

Or she simply trying to get him under her control...

SCENE 2 — FLASHBACK

Lixin...

His past?

Well... does it even exist? Because no one remembers it. No one wants to remember it. The Fire Nation only remembers glory, honor, and whatever nonsense they shove into their history books.

Only the very best parts, the highlights, the crème de la crème of any story is remembered. But what about all the minutiae, all the nitty-gritty, the insignificant details? They're easily dismissed, just tossed out like yesterday's news. It's like they're not even worth a second thought. It's a shame... The details are what give a story its texture, its depth. They add color and character to a narrative, making it more vivid and memorable. But the quest for the perfect story, the mundane is easily swept under the rug.

Fire Nation Royal Academy... This institution is not your usual academy. It is reserved for the most promising individuals from wealthy families and prominent figures, haven for the aristocracy and the elites of the Fire Nation. The plebeians, the common folk, are barred from its hallowed halls. The Royal Academy is a symbol of the elite's supremacy and their special privileges, separating them from the rest of the population. This institution is indeed only for those with the highest social status, perpetuating the inequality and elitism of the Fire Nation.

But in terms of teaching, both institutions is where they don't just teach you—they program you.

Do this.

Do that.

Hate this.

Hate that.

Bow to the Fire Lord.

Pray to the Fire Lord.

Applause to the Fire Lord

What is right is wrong.

What is wrong is right.

If the Fire Lord sneezes, you thank him for blessing the air.

It's a delightful little hellscape. Sieg Heil!!

And Lixin?

Does he care?

Pfft. No.

But is he dumb enough to say it out loud?

Also no.

So, he does what every survivalist genius does—he blends in. Mouths the words. Plays along.

But inside?

Inside, he's doing the equivalent of lying down on the floor and staring at the ceiling while the world burns around him.

He has absolutely no desire to dig his own grave and meet his demise anytime soon. He's a fighter, a survivor who intends to live a long and healthy life. He's not interested in making premature plans for his burial or counting the days until his death. Instead, he's focused on making the most of his time here on earth. He wants to experience all life has to offer, not waste his time worrying about his eventual end. So no need for any talk of graves or demise, he's too busy living to think about dying.

Oh, the joys of education...

"..."

A Day in Indoctrination Land...

The classroom is unnaturally still, like a dollhouse where all the dolls are painfully aware that at any moment, the big scary teacher might walk in and obliterate someone's existence.

Who in their right mind could blame them for being scared? The Fire Nation teacher is scarier than a roaring inferno! A punishment of working in the coal mines for misconduct? That's taking 'take that, children!' to a whole new level. Labor for the rest of their lives? They're in some twisted dystopian nightmare!

But there's nothing we could do about it for a moment...

There's a low hum of conversation. Barely. The whispers of the doomed.

Lixin is exactly where he always is — mentally checked out in the farthest corner. He watches a messenger hawk outside the window, soaring, dipping, and gliding.

Free.

"If I were a hawk messenger..." Lixin mutters, chin in his palm, "I'd probably go dizzy."

Look at that bird, circling up there in the air, it doesn't seem bothered one bit, like it's immune to the effects of gravity. He asked himself, how can that bird keep going round and round without getting dizzy? Surely, its head would be spinning after a while, wouldn't it? But there it is, effortlessly navigating the skies, like some kind of avian acrobat...

"Or get shot down," a voice next to him chimes in.

Who...!!??

Lixin turns his head slightly.

It's Mai.

Of course it's Mai. The Queen of Apathy...

Impassive face... Same as always... with not a single hint of emotion. It's infuriatingly frustrating to see her like this, to watch the blank expression on her face, like a mask that can never be pierced through. He can only sigh, shaking his head in defeat. She can be referred as boulder, except the rock at least has some personality.

"That's a very dark thought," Lixin says.

"That's a very real thought," Mai corrects. "Messenger hawks go missing all the time. Either the enemy takes them down, or some rich noble gets bored and wants a new pet."

While communication devices and technologies offer many advantages, they are not without their drawbacks. Interception of messages or calls is a common problem that happens even to the most secured way in communicating. Even with the most recent state of the art in communication technologies, such as encrypted messaging and advanced security features, there are always risks involved. This is because the enemy is constantly looking for ways to intercept those hawks, either by using modern technology or by using old fashioned methods like torture or bribery.

Lixin blinks. "Well. That's depressing."

Mai shrugs. "So is life."

Oh Agni.. always the dark, brooding soul... with that goth girl act, she's cliché straight out of a teenage angst movie, comical how seriously she takes herself, with melodramatic expressions.

Suddenly, from behind them—

"Why are you talking about hawks?"

Ah... Azula...

In all her glory. Regal. Intimidating. Probably the most terrifying children on the continent.

When the princess arrives, it's best to clear out of the area. Seriously, you don't want to be anywhere near her when she's in a bad mood, don't even think about sticking around to test her patience, you're better off just packing your bags and getting out of Dodge. No one wants to be on the wrong end of her temper tantrum.

She's watching them with that look. The one that says, 'Give me an answer or I'll burn off your eyebrows for fun.'

Lixin lazily adjusted in his seat. "Mai was just explaining the tragic existence of messenger hawks."

Mai deadpans. "That is not what I was saying."

For real, he took it too far and twisted to his will.

Azula scoffs. "Hawks serve a purpose. Unlike some people..."

She casts a look at the front of the class, where Ty Lee is chatting away with another girl. Her annoyance is apparent. Ty Lee needs to learn to shut up sometimes, her constant need to talk is driving the princess insane... But despite her irritation, Azula couldn't help but admit to herself that Ty Lee's social skills had their benefits. She is good at charming people and getting them to do what she wanted. Still, Azula couldn't help but roll her eyes at the thought.

Mai sighs, long and suffering. "Here we go..."

"I invited Ty Lee to sit with us," Azula huffs, arms crossed. "And where is she? Over there. Laughing. With peasants."

Maybe it was time for her to learn a little self-control?

Lixin hums thoughtfully. "Maybe she's laughing at a really funny joke."

Azula narrows her eyes. "And you think I'm not funny?"

Lixin pauses. He chooses his next words very carefully. If the totalitarian figure cracks a joke, better start laughing, even if it's as bad as a knock-knock joke on the first day of school. It's not like you have a choice anyway, even if all you want to do is cringe at the amateurish humour. Laughter may be inauthentic, but it's better than facing the regime's wrath.

Just smile and nod, and hope that your forced cheerfulness will keep you safe from her grip...

"I think you're hilarious, Princess."

Azula smirks. "That's what I thought."

Crisis averted. For now...

And then—

BANG.

The door slams open.

The teacher strides in, robes billowing, eyes scanning the room like a predator looking for weakness.

Oh, this right here, the one who Lixin refers to as a douchebag behind his back in hushed whispers. But guess what? He's so polite that he'd never dare call him that to his, he can hold his tongue and maintain a facade of respect, even though he inwardly thinks of the teacher as a douchebag. Talk about restraint!

The air turns to ice.

The class freezes.

Every student snaps into perfect posture, backs straight, hands folded neatly. Because this is how you survive.

The teacher glares. "Stand."

They stand.

"Recite the Fire Nation Oath."

Like one big creepy cult, they chant. And Lixin mouths along. No actual words leave his lips, but who's going to notice? Every time someone chants that same old oath, lixin wonder if they're just too scared then proceeded chanting it or if they're a true patriot of the Fire Nation. It's as if there's no room for nuance or individual beliefs. The line between blind allegiance and genuine patriotism is getting blurry. He could suggest to shake things up and add some fresh dialogue to the playbook...

He glances at Mai. She looks like she wants to die.

He glances at Ty Lee. She looks a little too into it.

And Azula? Well. Azula is vibrating with national pride.

Ugh...

The oath ends. They sit.

The teacher paces. "Today, we will discuss the glorious history of Fire Lord Sozin—"

Oh no.

Not this again...

They should really stop milking the history of the Fire Lord Sozin. Like... what's the big deal? It's just a piece of history that happened in a volcano, nothing more. It's not like it's the first time a nation has conquered another, come on! It's like they're scraping the bottom of the barrel for content ideas. Maybe they're running out of material, or just feeling lazy and uninspired...

Lixin resists the urge to bash his head into the desk.

"..."

An Hour of Propaganda and Suffering..

This is just laughable at this point. Propaganda and bias are everywhere these days. He sees them everywhere. And what do people do about it? They just nod along like a group of nodding horses, agreeing with whatever nonsense they're fed. He goes along with it out of boredom, just saying "Yeah, yeah, I hear you." But this is not the action of a man with a backbone. This is the action of a man who's too tired to care about the truth.

One excruciatingly long lecture later, Lixin has come to several conclusions:

1. Fire Lord Sozin was either the greatest leader in history or a complete psychopath.

2. There is no in-between.

3. The Fire Nation is apparently never wrong about anything. Ever.

4. The teacher really loves the sound of his own voice.

5. If Lixin does not escape this classroom soon, his soul will depart his body.

Get him out of here! This is your typical average Asian school. Kids working their butts off, studying every minute they can... The students are cramming for nonsense, the teachers are barking orders—pressure and competition. And here comes Lixin who just doesn't fit in. He stands out, attracting stares and whispers.

The teacher is still droning on when he slowly leans over to Mai.

"Psst."

Mai doesn't look at him. "What."

"Do you think, if I jump out the window, they'll notice?" He ask.

Mai finally turns her head. Looks at the window. Looks at him. "We're on the third floor."

Okay... What could have prompted him to take such drastic measures as jumping off a building? It's not as if he was escaping from the scene of a crime or trying to evade capture. Could it be that he was simply bored out of his mind in class? Class isn't usually that unbearable, is it? It's more likely that this guy is just overly dramatic - or extremely bored...

"Yeah, but, like... what if I roll?" Lixin emphasizes his statement by gesturing—his finger mimics a person freefalling then landed albeit sad and pathetic attempt of demonstrating...

"Roll into what? Your grave?" She uttered sarcastically.

Lixin considers this. "Fair point."

Then he still shifted in his seat, the boy has a plan, he can't stand the class anymore, and the rules don't matter to him. There's no teacher, authority, or even the Fire Nation that can stop him. He's ready to break free from the mob mentality and forge his own path. Sounds pretty rebellious. But will he be able to escape the grasp of the education system and the constraints of the classroom, or will he be pulled back into the machine of learning no matter how hard he struggles?

"You're not jumping out the window," Mai sighs.

"Okay, but what if we just... walk out? Casually." Lixin brought another wild idea.

"The guards will stop us." She responded casually.

Oh, buddy, you think you can just walk away and escape? it's not as easy as a stroll in the park or a jaunt through la la land. Those guards have eyes everywhere. They're hawks, swoop down on anyone who tries to flee. So go ahead, try to run...

"Damn. Foiled again." He pout comically.

A beat of silence.

Lixin glances at Azula, who is fully engaged in the lesson, eyes bright with terrifying enthusiasm. She sat there in the classroom, listening to the teacher's words, it was all bullshit. How many times have the students all been in that situation, hearing the teacher spout some nonsense and we all know what happened, they are stupid and can't see through their lies.

"I think Azula might actually marry the Fire Nation," Lixin whispers.

Mai snorts. "Don't joke. She probably already wrote her vows."

And then—

The teacher stops talking.

Silence...

Lixin blinks. Why did it—

Oh.

Oh no.

The teacher is looking directly at him.

"You," the teacher says.

Big fish, caught hook, line and sinker! Ha! That's what the student gets for not paying attention in class. Serves them right for zoning out when the teacher was trying to impart important knowledge. Next time, he will think twice before letting his mind wander off into la la land.

Lixin points to himself. "Me?"

"Yes. You." The teacher said sharply. "Tell me. What was Fire Lord Sozin's greatest accomplishment?"

Lixin panics.

He did not hear a word of that lesson.

he absolutely loathes history, but it's not the subject itself that's the problem. No, no, it's this manipulated version of history that he can't stand. And of all places, especially in the Fire Nation! And to make matters worse, this fabricated story line keeps rotating, changing what is even considered an achievement! No wonder it's impossible to pay attention to. But just when he thought he could mentally check out, he ended up being asked about this achievement!

His brain spins at a dangerous speed.

Say something smart. Say something impressive. Say something that won't get you burned alive.

And then, with full confidence, he says:

"He had... a very nice beard."

Everyone gasp.

Silence.

Mai covers her face out of cringe. Ty Lee looks horrified, expecting what happened next. This one thinks he is the class clown extraordinaire, telling jokes that make them question their sense of humor. Meanwhile, the other one's probably thinking, "What the hell was he smoking when he came up with that punchline?"

Azula slowly turns her head to stare at him like he just declared treason.

Of course it's a treason if you shittalk significant figure, that's like, basic knowledge, right? You don't go around mocking or demeaning important people and expect to get away, you are trying to poke a tiger in the eye and expecting it to turn a blind eye – highly inadvisable. There's a reason why these people are considered significant, after all...

Even though she didn't care about her... Well.. deceased Fire Lord ..

The teacher? The teacher looks like he wants to commit violence.

"A nice beard?" he repeats, slowly.

Lixin nods. "Yes. Very powerful. Majestic, even. A beard worthy of a Fire Lord."

Damn! That's a bold statement... But you know what, he's got a point there. Sozin's beard does look pretty epic compared to the rest of the Fire Nation men. He got a mini fire tornado on his chin. It definitely adds a sense of badassery to his overall appearance.

But... to everyone, it looks like an insult...

The teacher's eye twitches. His blood started to boil, the rage was there.

This is absolutely unacceptable! How dare this kid say something so disgraceful! His words are an affront to honour and decency, a stain on the very fabric of society. It is an absolute disgrace that he would even think such things, let alone say them out loud. They must condemn this behaviour in the strongest possible terms and make sure that he understands the gravity of his actions. Dishonourable, shameful, despicable - these words do not even begin to describe the sheer audacity of this kid's words.

What an utter embarrassment to his family, and to the entire community!

And Lixin knows. He is about to die.

He think about the possible consequences of his actions. Ending A was grim, a life spent mining coal in those dank, dirty mines. Ending B was also not a pleasant thought, being expelled from the high society and shunned by his peers. And then there was Ending C, the chance to meet the fearsome Fire Lord Azulon. He could only imagine the possible outcomes of that meeting: either he would be punished with the most extreme demise or he might even be banished from the mainland.

In conclusion—none of these endings seemed particularly appealing.

And so, he does the only thing he can think of—...

He sneezes. Loudly. Dramatically. Right before the teacher can yell.

Double gasp from the rest of students.

The teacher shot a look of irritation at this class clown. His classmates couldn't help but start to sweatdrop comically, as they knew exactly what was coming next. This class clown was known for his obnoxious behavior, and this time, he had taken it too far.

The atmosphere in the classroom was tense, with everyone bracing for the fallout.

"Sorry, sir!" he says quickly. "I think I might be coming down with something. Perhaps I should go to the infirmary before I accidentally, oh I don't know, spread an epidemic throughout the academy?"

The teacher clenches his fists. But the risk of illness? Too great.

"...Fine. Go."

Yelling takes a lot of energy, and frankly, the last thing anyone would want to do is waste that precious energy on a hopeless kid. It's just not worth it, no matter how tempting. That kid is a bottomless pit of trouble. Just seeing him stand there with that defiant look on his face... Ugh, why does he always have to be such a pain in the ass?

Lixin stands, bows politely, and casually struts out the door.

And as soon as he's out of sight—

He runs for his life.

"..."

Victory (For Now)

Lixin: 1

Fire Nation Propaganda: 0

Now all he has to do is find a good hiding spot until class is over. Maybe the roof? Maybe the kitchens?

The Fire Nation Royal Academy was vast indeed. There was plenty of space to hide in, both during school hours. It was like a maze of halls, classrooms, courtyards. It would be easy for someone to disappear within its walls. Plus, the school day was so long that the students could have easily hidden themselves until the end of the day. The only downside is that it would have been quite a boring way to pass the time, but it would have been effective for hiding from your teachers.

He'll figure it out.

For now, though? He is free.

SCENE 3 — HIS SHENANIGANS

Lixin, Lunch, and an Unfortunate Conversation...

Yay... Lunch break.

Class is over. For now. A brief, fleeting moment of peace before the crushing weight of Fire Nation indoctrination resumes.

Zuko being the odd one out in class, well... it's no surprise really. Azula always had a way of mocking him for his intellectual shortcomings. To her, he was the class dunce, always trailing behind in his studies, and she never missed an opportunity to rub it in his face. It must have been tough for him, constantly feeling like the odd one out, always the object of his sister's ridicule.

Lixin knew that... but he didn't bother to get in the middle between the siblings' shenanigans...

He steps outside, stretching, yawning, letting the sun spill over him like warm soup. Most firebenders love this part, the sacred sun, their eternal battery pack, whispering—'yes, child, burn everything.'

Lixin?

He just wishes he were at home, in bed, away from all this nonsense. To be a lazy house cat, unbothered, untouched by the horrors of academia.

And for one glorious moment, he thinks he's free.

Until—

"So? That's how you do it?"

A voice shatters his peace like a rock through a window.

Lixin blinks. Processing... Processing...

"Huh?" He turns, a full 180-degree pivot of despair, and Azula is standing there.

Arms crossed. Expectant. Judging. Her sassy demeanor is just too much to handle, like a swarm of mosquitoes buzzing around your head in the middle of the night. He can't help but feel suffocated by her unbearable behavior, he can't even keep his eyes open anymore, like he's fighting to stay awake just to endure her snarkiness.

Someone give this boy a break...

Behind her, Ty Lee waves like they're all at a friendly picnic. She's just so cheerful, like a ray of sunshine that has just beamed down from heaven, but it's actually just Ty Lee, who is acting perfectly normal. She's her usual self, with that perpetual smile appears on her face and her bouncy energy that could probably power a small town.

She could easily blow people away with her infectious good mood.

Mai? Mai just stands there with the blank expression of a girl who has already filed a complaint to the universe and received no response.

No comments on that though...

Lixin exhales dramatically. "Come on. I had to find some way to escape that boring lecture."

Azula tilts her head, with a predator-like expression. "Faking an illness? That's... creative."

To be totally honest, faking an illness to skip class? It's totally out of the box thinking in a sense albeit cliché, haven't we all seen that in movies and shows a million times before? Sneaking into the healer's chamber pretending to have a headache or a fever.

Ty Lee claps her hands together. "It was kinda impressive! The sneeze? Very believable. You could be an actor!"

Lixin grins. "Ah, yes. Me.. future star of the Ember Island Players."

Mai interjected in monotone: "I'd rather die than watch that performance."

Yeah, she's the person who didn't seem to enjoy herself as much, for some reason—not much of a theatre person. It's like the old saying goes - you can please some of the people all of the time, and all of the people some of the time, but you can't please all of the people all of the time. But still, it's weird to see her looking so disengaged from the performance.

But who could blame her for reacting like that? It is so CRINGE!!

Azula cuts in, uninterested in theatrics. "Regardless, you missed something important."

Lixin squints at her. "Like what?"

Mai chime in with unchanging expression: "Something about a sparring match. I think. I wasn't really listening either."

Both Lixin and Mai had one thing in common - they were equally uninterested in lectures. Lixin would much rather be outside, exploring and experiencing the world firsthand than being cooped up in a classroom listening to someone. Mai felt the same way. She preferred to be doing something active, moving and interacting with her surroundings rather than being a passive observer.

Sitting still and listening to a boring lecture was definitely not their idea of a good time

But then...

Azula's gaze snaps to Mai. The kind of look that says 'threat'.

"It's a sparring match," she corrects, with a dagger in her voice. "Between the firebenders."

Lixin processes this information.

He does not like this information. He's all about peace. Not looking for any fight any time soon. It's all love and harmony with him. But the odds are stacked against him. Poor guy! Lixin would like to unsubscribe from reality now.

"Okay," he says, rubbing his temples. "And for the non-benders?"

Azula smirks. "They watch."

Lixin blinks. "So, basically, this is a glorified chicken fight where some kids throw fire and the rest stand around waiting for the inevitable third-degree burns?"

Azula grins. "Exactly."

The concept was... Two people pretending to fight, like a pair of children roughhousing in the backyard. It's supposed to be fun and harmless, a way to let off steam and test one's skills against another. But somehow, hearing about it just makes him squirm. Maybe it's the thought of physical violence, or maybe it's just the sheer ridiculousness of the whole idea.

It is about as far from comfort as he can get.

Lixin inhales slowly. "You know... I think I might still be sick. Terrible, really. Fever, chills, possibly a rare, undiscovered disease—"

"You're fine," Azula dismisses.

Ty Lee gasps, clasping her hands together. "Oh! What if he has Fire Fever?!"

Mai sighs. "That's not a real thing."

"It could be!" Ty Lee insists. "Like, what if your chi overheats and your soul spontaneously combusts?"

Lixin perks up. "See? That sounds very real. Very concerning. I should probably go lie down. Somewhere far. Like Ember Island."

He's looking forward to leaving the mainland to live somewhere like a damn hermit or something, even if it means giving up his noble status. All because of some stupid system of order. Man, what a decision! leaving behind your life of luxury and comfort to go live like that in some remote location... No more feasts and banquets, just solitude and meditation—...

Azula rolls her eyes. "You're not sick."

Lixin tries again. "But what if I'm allergic to combat?"

Azula raises a single, skeptical brow.

Lixin doubles down. "What if the moment I try to throw a punch, I break out in hives?"

Ty Lee gasps again. "Ooooh, or what if he has a cursed chi blockage?! Like, an old spirit hexed his great-great-grandfather, and now every time he fights, his joints lock up and he collapses?!"

Mai rubs her temples. "Please stop encouraging him."

You'll never be able to contain him. So, for everyone's sake, please do not say something inspiring, Unless, of course, you want him running around like a wild animal on caffeine overload. M

"Thank you, Mai," Azula says, then turns back to Lixin. "You're still not getting out of it."

She smirked.

"Or I will report this to Headmaster..."

She's tried her best to keep secrets, but he just won't listen. He just keeps doing things that make her want to tell on him. He's asking for trouble on purpose! She's a snitch by nature, but he is a friend—partially—he keeps making it harder for her. How can she not tell anyone when he keeps being reckless and careless? So, no, he won't escape from the consequences of his actions, especially if he keeps pushing her to the brink.

He sighs, the sigh of a man condemned. "Fine. Fine. I'll spectate. But I want it on record that if someone spontaneously combusts, I called it."

Ty Lee brightens. "We should place bets!"

Mai stares at her. "You're going to gamble on combat?"

Ty Lee nods enthusiastically. "It makes it more fun!"

Azula, intrigued, clasps her hands behind her back.

"Go on."

They are placing bets? Very well, she will have a go. She's in too. This could be interesting, perhaps even profitable. Just tell her the stakes and who or what they're betting on? She is always up for a bit of harmless gambling.

Ty Lee starts listing on her fingers. "Okay! I bet... 5 silver pieces that someone's uniform catches fire!"

Azula hums, considering. "That's inevitable. I'd lower the payout."

Every single firebending fight always have an uncanny way of burning someone's shirt. The sun rising in the East. The shirts never see it coming, caught in the crossfire of these fiery battles. These fighters should invest in fireproof clothing, simply try their best to keep their shirts intact for once.

Lixin, seeing him outvoted in every way, can't do anything.

So he crosses his arms. "Alright, I'm in. I bet ten silver that one of the nobles' kids cries after losing."

Ty Lee gasps. "Oooo, high stakes!"

Mai, disinterested, replied: "I bet a single copper that this entire event is a waste of my time."

Azula ignores cynicism, instead, staring at him. "If you're not fighting, at least tell me this—how do you fight?"

Lixin tilts his head. "What do you mean?"

She is so vague, like trying to read tea leaves and decipher what she really trying to say. Typical Azula. she's got a habit of being vague and indirect, almost to the point where it feels like she's doing it on purpose just to mess with him. Maybe it's a game to her, but it's so damn annoying, he is about to throw his hands up in sheer frustration. Is it too much to ask for just a straightforward answer?

"I mean," Azula says, tapping a finger to her chin, "you're obviously competent, but you never seem enthusiastic about firebending. It's... odd."

She had witnessed his fighting capabilities, but the peculiar manner in which he executed his moves and his fighting style... Well, it was a far cry from her taste. It left her with an odd sense of uneasiness and perhaps curiosity. She's used to seeing a more traditional approach to combat, and his unconventional style caught her off guard.

She found it off-putting.

Lixin shrugs. "I just don't see the point of fighting unless I have to."

Azula scoffs. "That's ridiculous. Power is meant to be used."

Her philosophy is very straightforward—Offense. No messing around, no time for finesse, only straight-up spearhead. She is not the kind of fighters who sits back and waits, passively defending until the enemy strikes first. Instead, she charges ahead, guns blazing, ready to unleash a torrent of offensive tactics that leave her opponents reeling. She doesn't want to fight defensively. She wants to attack first and fast, taking her enemies off guard and securing her victory before they even have a chance to think.

She is an offensive warrior, through and through.

Mai chimes in, flatly: "You do realize not everyone enjoys violence, right?"

She got a point, but Azula only waves a hand. "It's not about enjoying it. It's about mastering it. You control fire, or it controls you."

Lixin hums. "Ah, yes. The great Fire Nation philosophy: 'If you don't commit arson, are you even living?'"

Everywhere he looked, he saw people lighting things on fire like it was a hobby. Whether it was small flames or full-on roaring infernos, everyone was obsessed with burning stuff. It was a nation of pyromaniacs! He couldn't walk down the street without seeing someone striking a match or flicking a lighter. The whole nation had lost its collective mind and turned into a horde of fire-loving maniacs.

Ty Lee giggles. "That should be on a poster!"

Mai let a long and slow sigh. "Please don't put that on a poster."

Azula glare at Lixin. "You're avoiding this..."

"Yes," Lixin nods. "Much like I will be dodging any and all fireballs hurled my way..."

Azula crosses her arms. "Keep that up and I burn your butt after school."

It's quite astounding how far her patience has extended with him. Generally, if someone pisses her off, it's game over! It's as if she's been possessed by a saintly spirit, capable of overcoming any amount of irritation. Maybe she's just too exhausted or perhaps she's got her mind on other things. Who knows? In any case, it is surreal how lenient she is towards him, despite his annoying tendencies.

"Why, thank you, Princess..." Lixin bow down, dramatically.

She tch, "Don't flatter yourself..."

Ty Lee shifts the topic "Okay, but if Lixin had to fight, what would his style be?"

Yeah, she never saw him or was involved in a physical fight.

Azula exhales sharply. "Sloppy, probably."

He is an open book, she knows him too well to be fooled by his deception. The way he moves, the look in his eyes, she can see through his every move, as if he were a clumsy turtle duck trying to be sly but instead tripping over his own feet. It's a wonder he manages to pull off his tricks at all, but she lets him pretend like he has the upper hand, knowing it'll make him confident and thus careless.

Lixin gasps. "Wow. Rude."

Mai side-eyes him. "Is she wrong?"

Lixin throws his hands up. "Alright, first of all, how dare you. Second, I prefer the term 'unorthodox.'"

Is he deflecting??!!

Azula smirks. "Is that what we're calling 'barely trying' now?"

Unorthodox? More like a cop-out. The guy can't actually fight, so he resorts to pulling out a brand-new set of moves that have never been seen before? So how about a chef pulling out a secret ingredient that no one knows about and saying it's just "unorthodox"? Nah, sorry buddy, that's not how it works. If he is going to claim he's this incredible fighter, he should probably stick to moves that people actually recognize.

Otherwise, it's like saying you're a great cook because you put ketchup on your fire candy.

Lixin points at her. "I'll have you know my method is very effective."

Mai deadpans. "Which is?"

Lixin grins. "Step one: avoid all confrontation. Step two: If confrontation is inevitable, run away. Step three: If running is impossible, be so unpredictable that your opponent gets confused and gives up."

His philosophy, on the other hand, was quite different - "Winning Without Fighting," he believed. He wasn't one for mindless aggression or reckless battles. No... he was a strategist. He'd rather use his words and his cunning to maneuver himself into victory than brute force. The greatest victory is that which requires no battle.

But upon hearing that, Azula can mentally spit the bitterness in her mouth.

"That is not a strategy." She pinches the bridge of her nose.

Lixin shrugs. "It's worked so far."

It is fine if she can't see his point, everyone is like that and he is already desensitizes to it.

Ty Lee claps excitedly. "You should try acrobatics! I can teach you! You can dodge everything and never get hit!"

She's preparing to give him a lesson he'll never forget! All he needs to do is say "yes". But he'd better be ready, because this lesson is no joke. She's going to put him through the ringer and make sure he's got the stamina to match his bravery. He'd best be physically prepared, because this won't be an easy task.

Azula glanced at somewhere else, pouting "Or he could just learn proper technique."

Those gymnastics thing is super... Impractical...

Lixin points his finger at her. "Or... hear me out—I embrace my true nature and become a pacifist monk."

Mai sighs. "You ain't a monk... not even a fire sage... you would last five minutes."

"Three, actually," Azula corrects. "Or not even a minute..."

She had no idea about his capability, he gets tired just thinking about running, let alone participating in any physical activities. She'd just smirk and look down on him.

Ty Lee giggles. "But those minutes would be very peaceful!"

Azula shakes her head. "Regardless. You're watching the match, like it or not."

Yes, you heard it right. It doesn't matter if you're in the ring or not, you're going to watch! No excuses, no exceptions. The spectacle is calling and you're not going to miss it, whether you like it or not. So get your popcorn, sit back, and prepare to be amazed.

Lixin exhales dramatically, he finally surrendered. No more struggling, no more attempts to escape. The grip of academia was just too strong.

"Fine. But if something explodes, I'm saying 'I told you so'." He raised his arm, a mocking surrender gesture.

Mai deadpanned. "It's a firebending match. Something is definitely going to explode."

Oh yeah, pure chi—a fist, only instead of a punch, it's a blast of fire. Pretty badass, now, there are two possibilities when it comes to getting hit by a firebender's blast. First option, you could be knocked back by the force of the blast, leaving you skidding across the ground like a human bowling pin. The second option, well, you could get burned. Ouch!

Lixin gives her a comical flat face. "Perfect. Then I win the bet. Alright, ladies. Let's go watch some poor kid get flambéed."

SCENE 4 — SPARRING SESSION

These Children Are Something Else...

Childhood—A time of innocence. A time of discovery... what a beautiful time in life. It's filled with so much innocence and curiosity. Everything is new and exciting, from learning to walk to exploring your backyard. The world is your oyster, and you get to play, make friends, and learn all sorts of interesting things in school. Simple and carefree, before grown-up problems start to pile up. It is truly is a special part of life.

But now, time of watching your peers absolutely demolish each other in a "friendly" sparring match—usually ends up with people getting their asses kicked—two people locked in mortal combat, each trying to prove their superiority over the other.

Turns out, these little firebenders weren't just training. This was war, disguised as a school-sanctioned activity.

There'll be flying fists and kicks, grunts and groans, and plenty of bruises, sweat, and tears. And let's not forget the crowd of onlookers egging them on, yelling and cheering like it's the best show on this mainland. Some matches were technically friendly. But others?

Others were personal.

One wrong move, one slightly smug smirk, and the two kids were locked in a death battle that would be spoken of for generations.

Azula?

Azula wanted in.

Unfortunately, the rules were stupid.

Stupid, pointless rules... Why must everything be regulated and restricted by these mindless guidelines? The things she wishes was stuck here, chained and bound by the rules just like everyone else.

She sat in the stands, sulking. 'No mixed-gender fights. Boys vs. boys. Girls vs. girls' they said.

Azula slouched lower in her seat, fuming.

Where was the fun? No fun allowed? What's the point of this session if there's no fun to be had? Agni decided to suck all the joy out of the trip. No fun, no games, no laughs, no nothing. But that's not the end of it. Not only is there no fun to be had, but the absence of fun is palpable. It's a void of excitement, just sucking the life out of everything around it.

She had plans. Intentions. Dreams of absolute annihilation. And now? Now she had to sit here like some common spectator.

She crossed her arms, radiating disappointment.

Ty Lee patted her shoulder. "Oh, Azula, cheer up! Don't go all sad turtle-duck on us!"

Azula groaned, dramatically burying her face in her arms. "It's just—... ugh... I don't mind fighting girls, but boys are usually stronger, and that makes it more fun!"

Oh yes, absolutely more challenging is more engaging for her. In fact, she thrives on challenges. Give her an obstacle, and she'll transform into something. She relishes the moments when she can push her limits and feel the thrill of overcoming adversity. She's ADDICTED to the feeling of accomplishment, and the harder the task, the more satisfying the victory. So go ahead, pile on those challenges, and watch her turn into a whirlwind of determination and perseverance.

To emphasize her point, she gestured wildly toward two boys currently rolling in the dirt like freshly caught fish, flailing weakly as dust settled around them.

They had fought.

They had lost.

And now, they lay there, twitching, questioning their life choices.

Azula scowled. "Pathetic. I should have been the one to do that to them."

She huffed, flopping back into her seat. She should have known this would be a waste of time.

But lucky for them, this would be the last activity of the academy today. Soon, they would be able to enjoy their day. For her, she could finally head back to the palace and actually get some work done. It had been a long day, full of activities and responsibilities. She was ready to take a break and actually focus on her duties. She knew that there was work to be done, and she was eager to get it all finished and complete her to-do list.

Mai is completely unbothered by the drama, she unwrapped a snack and was just about to take a bite—

It got snatched, Azula yoinked it.

Mai blinked at her. "You could have asked."

Azula bit into the treat aggressively. "I'm too disappointed to ask."

Or in others word—she CAN do, including having anything she wanted.

Ty Lee patted her head. "There, there. You'll get to crush people's spirits another day."

Azula chewed thoughtfully. "...I suppose."

Meanwhile, the instructor clapped his hands. It was a long competition. The boys had worked hard to make it this far, but in the end, they fell short. The other proved to be too strong. The score was a blowout, and the boys ended up getting completely wrecked. All their hard work and effort seemed to matter not. They tried their best, but it just wasn't enough.

Now, they could shifted to a climax scene.

"Alright! Last match!"

Silence fell over the training ground.

Some stand there with bated breath, others just stare with blank expressions—their enthusiasm long gone, already accepting the situation for what it is. The time has come, match is up. Who will bring all their fighting strength to the table and who will show up, half-assing, and bring no action?

The instructor looked over the gathered students before calling out—

"Prince Zuko! Step forward!"

Zuko nodded sharply, stepping in.

The prince is up for it. Nothing excites him more than trying something new. If there's an exciting activity or dangerous endeavor on the horizon, you better believe the crown prince will be the first to sign up. His enthusiasm and eagerness to tackle any task head-on are both admirable and slightly reckless.

He looked confident. Determined.

Azula look down on her brother, knowing him all too well. She could see it coming from a mile away. He was going to travel and fall on his own feet any minute now. She had to stifle a chuckle.

Out of absolutely nowhere, a fangirling cheer erupted, directed towards Zuko who is suddenly speechless, simply gawking back at it. His only reaction was to give a nervous sweatdrop, it was so sudden, so unexpected, and little overwhelming.

Azula rolling her eyes, she started. "Ugh. Here we go..."

Ty Lee gasped. "Ooooh, who's he fighting?"

The instructor's next words rang through the air—

"Lixin!"

That boy, that little troublemaker, better show up soon or there'll be hell to pay. He had enough of his endless antics and mischief, and to top it off, he got a report to finish about his latest shenanigans...

Nothing.

No response.

A few students turned, looking around. Is he escaping again?

The instructor frowned. "Lixin?"

The boy? Where in the four nations is he? He was just there a minute ago. Now he's vanished into thin air! Did he disappear like a sneaky bastard? Did a agni swallow him whole? Did he get kidnapped by Earth Kingdom? Wait, hold on a second. Maybe he just wandered off on his own?? Nah, that's too mundane. Let's go with the Water Tribe, that savage...

Still silence.

Then—

"I'm here!"

Lixin emerged from the crowd, yawning like a person who had just woken from a particularly pleasant nap. Well, to be fair, that match was about as dull and uninspiring as watching grass grow on a rainy day. No wonder he dozed off somewhere, probably dreaming of more exciting things like paint drying or a documentary on slugs. It was like trying to get excited about watching a pot of boiling water. Yawn!

Zuko squared his shoulders. Ready and focused.

Lixin scratched his head.

"Sorry... What is this all about again?" He said in a mildly confused manner.

What a clueless fool he is! Can't find his way out of a paper bag, that boy. You have to wonder if he has any common sense at all. But somehow, he manages to get by with that goofy grin on his face. He doesn't even realize how much of a numpty he is. Everyone laughs at his antics, as he blunders from one disaster to the next—clueless sonuvabitch indeed!

"Oh," Azula murmured. "This should be good."

This is the "Battle of the Barely Interested" vs. the "Overly Invested". On one side: the individuals who are just going through this nonsense, not fully committed or enthusiastic about their task. On the other: the passionate one, so invested in what they're doing that they're almost obsessive. A face-off between the two jokers...

Lixin stepped onto the training ground, rubbing his eyes.

"So..." He stretched. "What are we doing?"

Zuko frowned. "We're fighting."

Lixin coughing. "Right... Right... Why?"

COME ON!!! ISN'T THAT OBVIOUS?

Zuko's eyes twitched. "Because. That's the whole point of this."

The instructor, over there, was impatiently tapping his foot, waiting for them to end their conversation and get on with the fight. It was as if he knew that this battle was inevitable and just wanted to get it over with. He was clearly expecting the prince to emerge victorious, and he had placed a bet on the outcome.

Lixin sighed. "See, this is why I should've stayed hidden."

He mean it, literally and metaphorically.

The instructor sighed. "Lixin, take this seriously."

Lixin dramatically cracked his knuckles, rolled his shoulders, then... yawned.

Zuko clenched his fists. "Are you even awake right now?"

It was as if he was really on a substance overdose this week or something. His eyes were blinking rapidly and it was like... haven't you ever heard of caffeine withdrawal? He was literally turning into an owl, all nocturnal and sleepy all day long. No offense, but when was the last time he saw daylight? It was getting seriously ridiculous, like... maybe lay off the energy liquid a bit?

"Barely," Lixin admitted. "If you give me, like, five more minutes, I could be a little more invested."

Zuko scowled. "We don't have five minutes!"

Lixin sighed, stretching again. "Alright, alright, fine. Let's just get this over with. No hard feelings if I win, yeah?"

Bold claim... He's really putting himself out there! Sounds like he thinks he's invincible—success is rare in this life, and it's even more unlikely when you're making such outrageous boasts. Confidence is one thing, but arrogance is another. pride cometh before the fall.

Zuko laughed. "You? Win?"

Lixin nodded. "Yeah, probably not, but you never know."

The scene shifted to a spectator...

Ty Lee clasped her hands. "I bet five silver pieces Lixin dodges every attack without trying!"

Mai is lazily observing. "I bet two silver Zuko gets too emotional and makes a mistake."

In the midst of their bubble, Azula stands quietly, her golden eyes observing everything with a calculating gaze. She's taking in every detail, filing it away for future use. This is a golden opportunity to study someone who might be important in the days to come.

Back in the ring, the instructor raised his hand.

"Begin!"

Zuko immediately launched forward, flames surging—the students who were watching flinched as they anticipated the pain and heat that was surely coming. But to their surprise, Lixin sidestepped, as if he could read the attacker's movements. His first evasive maneuver was executed so effortlessly, it appeared as though he didn't even try to avoid it.

It left everyone watching in awe.

He was not in a battle-ready way, not in a trained fighter's way but in the casual, barely-putting-in-effort way of a man avoiding a puddle in the street.

Zuko stumbled past him, scowling.

Lixin rubbed his nose. "Wow, you're really going for it, huh?"

Zuko spun around, fists igniting. "Of course I am! This is a serious match!"

Lixin nodded. "Yeah, I got that. Very... passionate."

Zuko lunged again, Lixin sidestepped again.

The prince stumbled forward, nearly face-planting. Even though Lixin knows he shouldn't, he just can't help but feel the urge to mock him for it. It's a reflex, an impulse he can't suppress. Seeing Zuko in such an awkward state is just too tempting, and the urge to give him a good-hearted ribbing is just too strong. He knows it's wrong, but he just can't help himself.

Maybe it's just the mischievous side of him that can't resist taking a dig at the mighty Fire Prince...

Lixin sighed. "You okay?"

Zuko snarled, spinning around. "Stop dodging and fight me!"

He needs to quit screwing around and get serious. It's getting tiresome. He's supposed to be fighting, not goofing around! The situation calls for serious action, not these silly antics. It's frustrating to watch him mess around, come on, man, focus and do what you're supposed to! He's on vacation instead of a spar. Get with it, and start fighting!

Lixin blinked. "Oh. You wanted me to get hit?"

Zuko growled, charging again.

Lixin yawned, takes a step backwards, effortlessly avoiding the attacks of his opponent. He knows that the first attack is not the one that will take him down. Instead, he chooses to wear down his opponent by making him exhaust his every move, missing every time. It's a strategy that works like a charm, as all the attacks thrown at him never reach their intended target.

Attack comes from the left side? He successfully dodged it.

Another comes from the right side? He slapped it away!

Zuko missed again, he unleashed a series of firebending attack, aiming straight for Lixin's face.

But somehow, despite his best efforts—no damage whatsoever. It was like Lixin had some kind of barrier protecting him. How is this possible? His attack should have connected! But no matter how hard he tried, his blows just couldn't seem to land anywhere near Lixin.

Lixin can only feel the lingering heat, another than that, only wind...

Mai, from the sidelines, facepalm. "Zuko's just naturally terrible...

Lixin ducked. The fire sailed over him. Barely avoiding the flames that were flying through the air. The fire were no joke, even if their technique looked a bit amateurish. The prince is still capable of causing some serious damage with his element. This is a reminder that even a seemingly weak opponent could be dangerous.

Lixin peered up at the singed training post behind him. "Yikes. You almost made me move on purpose."

Zuko's breathing had become harsh, each breath is a struggle—he was overexerting himself. His stance was becoming increasingly unsteady, as if he was having trouble keeping his balance. The poor guy was really pushing himself to the limit. He was tired and drained, and the fatigue was starting to set in.

Ty Lee gasped. "Oh no, he's losing control!"

He needed to stop and rest, or he was going to collapse!

Mai hummed. "That was my bet. Pay up, Ty Lee."

The only thing that matters is winning, that's all that matters. Money is her only motivation, and she'll do whatever it takes to get it—

Lixin's instinct kicked in, and he knew it was time to stop playing. He grabbed Zuko's hand and yanked him down with ease. But the onslaught didn't stop there. Lixin executes a swift move—followed up with a jab of his index and middle finger that is about to land on Zuko's face, causing him to wince.

He had underestimated Lixin's strength.

Silence. *Cricket noise intensifies*

Zuko slowly opened his eyes, only to find the expected sting of the jab that never landed on his face. He felt relief, he realized that the attack had been aborted in the last moment. Why did Lixin stop?

Lixin scratched his head. "You lost. That wasn't even intentional."

To emphasize the sparring match is won, he sparks a very small fire (SPARK) near Zuko's nose, the prince immediately cringes—overreacting.

Lixin rolled his eyes...

The instructor rubbed his temples. "Match... over."

That's it, that's the end. The match is over, the competition is settled, the game is finished. There are no more moves left to be made, no more points to be scored. Every piece has been placed, every pawn has been claimed, and every strategy has been executed. The time has come to declare a winner and call it a day.

Zuko groaned into the dirt.

Everyone who was watching that match was absolutely stunned. They are silenced, how in the world could the mighty Prince be beaten by a random noble students? It just didn't make sense! They were expecting the Prince to easily dominate the competition, but instead, he was thoroughly trounced by his opponents. The whole arena was left in shock, as everyone scratched their heads and tried to understand what just happened. What a twist of fate! It's like a superhero losing to a group of street thugs.

Nobody could have predicted such an unexpected outcome?

Azula shake her head, "Zuzu is sloppy... I can't believe he let the predicament tarnished his name..."

Just what she needed, more trouble. It was bad enough that he'd failed to meet his father's expectations, but now, his little sister was disappointed too. The family's honor is bruised and it won't be repaired anytime soon. Just wait for the stern lecture and severe punishment waiting for him once they return. Their father's wrath will be swift and unyielding... Yikes... Glad she is Ozai's favourite...

Ty Lee giggled. "That was so unfair, but also kinda beautiful!"

Mai sighed. "I should've bet higher—..."

She paused and took a moment to observe Azula's calculating gaze. Oh boy, there was a storm brewing, a gathering storm, and it wasn't just the weather. Mai could tell by the way Azula's eyes shift and her lips move, that she was up to no good. Mai cringed, knowing that whatever would come next would probably be the worst...

Ty Lee on the other hand... Is obvious...

SCENE 5 — THE INVITATION

Winning is one thing. But Winning against the prince?

That's a definite red flag right there. Unintentionally bruising the pride of a prince is no small matter, especially in the Fire Nation. Word has a tendency to travel fast in such a close-knit community, and this incident will undoubtedly spread like wildfire. He had no doubt that there would be consequences. He'll either be recognized for his actions, or he may find himself on a one-way express route to banishment.

Lixin did not like attention. Or drama. Or any situation where people cared too much about his existence.

Yeah, a celebrity alright, but not the kind you'd want to be. High profile, but not for the right reasons. Now people recognize him everywhere he goes, but instead of adulation, all he get is whispers and sideways glances. They can point fingers and gossip some more. Why did it have to be this way?

And yet... Here he was...

Sitting in his humble, wonderfully quiet home—Fire Nation Capital City— base of a very dead, very harmless volcano, contemplating the consequences of his actions. Or, more accurately; Trying really hard to ignore them by pretending they didn't exist.

Because surely, people would just forget about the match. Right?

Right?

Wrong...

Because the next morning, as he was contemplating whether to take a mid-morning nap or an early-lunch nap, fate slapped him across the face with a letter—a very fancy, very real letter.

Gold outline. Royal insignia.

Not a forgery. Not a joke. A direct invitation to the palace.

The rumor about him was as undeniable as the sun in the sky, he couldn't escape it. He was well aware of his status. But still, it wasn't exactly his scene.

Lixin stared at it.

This letter is written by none other than Fire Lord Azulon himself... What sort of humiliation does he face? Will he be forced to perform a dance routine in front of the entire court? Or perhaps he'll have to play the role of a buffoon, entertaining the royal entourage with his clumsy antics? Lixin can only hope that he won't have to do something completely ridiculous, like kissing the feet of the Fire Lord.

Then, very slowly, he sighed. At least no boring academy today...

"Ah..." he muttered, staring up at the ceiling. "There it is. The consequences of my actions."

One extremely unwanted palace visit later...

And that's how Lixin found himself standing in the royal palace lobby, wondering how, exactly, he could fake his own death to avoid whatever was coming next.

The Fire Nation Palace is massive—it made him stop mid-step, blink a few times, and wonder if he accidentally walked into a fever dream. The main lobby alone was a spectacle, but that was barely the surface. Beyond it stretched an endless maze of halls, courtyards, and chambers, each more extravagant than the last. It wasn't just a palace; it was a declaration that the Fire Nation wasn't just powerful, it was unshakable. Every inch of the place demanded attention. The walls weren't just walls; they were storytellers, etched with intricate carvings of dragons and battles long won.

The ceilings? So high they may as well have been the sky itself. Even the air felt different, a centuries of conquest.

Standing there, in the middle of it all, Lixin feel small. Not in the way that made him insignificant, but in the way that made him hyper-aware of just how big this place—this empire—really was...

Woah.

Unreasonably fancy, what an ostentatious! Who needs all this stuff? It could have given a peacock a complex!

Like, who had time to polish all these fire-themed decorations?

Everything in here screamed wealth, power, and it screamed 'we could erase you from existence and no one would question it.'

Which. You know. Great...

Lixin muttered to himself, rubbing his chin, "I was hoping this was all a misunderstanding, but... yeah. This is happening."

Then—

A voice inserted: "What is a young man like you doing in such a place?"

Lixin jumped so hard he almost yelped. He spun around. Blinked. He sees the guy's clothes were adorned with intricate embroidery and fine fabrics, a symbol of his noble status. He wore the colors of the fire nation proudly, there was no doubting his rank, even among the higher echelons of this empire, he was among the elites—accustomed to the luxuries and privileges that come with high birth.

A prince...

Young—well, older than him, but not ancient. Dragon of the West's son?

Lixin stared at him as the long pause filled in. Then, with a sudden realization... "OH... You are..."

The man chuckled.

"Prince Lu Ten," he corrected, smiling.

He is likely in his late teens or early twenties, grew up in the royal court under the reign of his grandfather, Fire Lord Azulon. Shaped by the strict discipline of Fire Nation nobility, he was also deeply influenced by his father, Iroh. His upbringing have included extensive training in firebending, military strategy, and governance. With the Fire Nation still working to solidify control over the Earth Kingdom, Lu Ten took part in military operations, whether in training or active combat. As his father led successful campaigns, he have served as an officer, proving himself as a capable leader.

Perhaps even fighting in battles that foreshadowed Iroh's later siege of Ba Sing Se...

"But personally, I'd prefer my name." The Prince utter, with underlying mischief.

Lixin raised an eyebrow. Comically.

While Lu Ten just kept smiling.

Clearly, the condescending and arrogant demeanor that ran through the royal family. Though, Lu Ten, included Iroh, was exception. He didn't possess the same air of superiority as the rest of them. Instead, he had a dim, mischievous spirit that made him something to Lixin. Lixin appreciated this quality in Lu Ten, it is a ray of sunshine among the gloomy family's stern demeanor.

Lixin folded his arms. "So, uh... what exactly the prince doing hanging out in the lobby, harassing strangers?"

Lu Ten shrugged. "I was bored... Besides, I heard the rumour..."

That thing is still circulating around??

Lixin snorted. "Oh. Well. That explains everything."

It's no wonder then. Lu Ten has likely been lurking around, bidding his time, waiting for Lixin to show up, like a cat patiently waiting at the door—only this time, the situation is much more serious. Lixin must have made quite an impression for Prince to be so interested in him.

"It does," Lu Ten said seriously.

Lixin cough. "Wait... Was that sarcasm?"

Lu Ten grinned. "I'll let you decide."

The kid stared at him. And the Prince returned the gaze, not backing down. They are engaged in a fierce staring contest. Each second pass as they both continued to stare at each other, refusing to look away. They must have looked ridiculous, standing in the middle of the room, locked in this intense battle of wills.

A long pause...

The unsuspecting palace servant is passing by and doing a double take as they witnesses the sight—the Prince himself, engaging in some sort of activity with a children? They're witnessing the prince duking it out with these kids! That's not their average, everyday occurrence. The servants whispering to themselves, never thought they see the prince getting into a scuffle with some kids..

Then Lixin sighed. Deeply. "I hate this place already."

As much as he appreciates this kind of lifestyle... Social norms are incredibly annoying.

Lu Ten laughed. "Good! Most people try to suck up to the royal family the second they walk through these doors."

It means that as soon as people enter the place, they start trying to gain favor with the royal family - flattering them, being overly polite, or acting subservient in hopes of getting on their good side. Basically, they're being bootlickers.

However, Lixin does not worship the mortal itself...

He scratched his head. "Yeah, I don't have the energy for that."

Lu Ten grinned.

"I can respect that. You're the one who beat Prince Zuko, right?" He is confirming his suspicion albeit while also recognizing the kid's achievement.

Lixin groaned, facepalming. "Ah. There it is. The main event. I was wondering how long it would take."

It was inevitable, unfortunately. Despite his best efforts to avoid it, unwanted popularity caught up to him. Like an invasive weed, it crept up, he hated it, cursing his newfound fame. It was a double-edged sword, blessing him with recognition and attention, but also burdening him with expectations and scrutiny.

A true case of being cursed and blessed in equal measure.

Lu Ten chuckled. "Don't worry, I'm not here to avenge his honor or anything."

No, not bloodthirsty at all! He's just a curious soul, that's all. Firebenders are the ones who are known for their aggressive tendencies and fiery disposition, but not him. He's just here to explore and satisfy his curiosity. Nothing more, nothing less.

Lixin sigh exaggeratedly. "Good. Because that sounds way too exhausting .."

Lu Ten smirked. "Though I must admit, I'm a little curious."

"..." Once again, silent start to fill in... But it went for a brief moment.

Lixin rubbed his temples. "Here we go."

He already brace for any questions.

Lu Ten crossed his arms. "How did you do it?"

Lixin is perplexed, he got to be more specific—fix his pipes? Avoid being mauled by a future dragon? Write literature that questions the very fabric of society? All noble pursuits, but he needs some context before he starts handing out the truth like some bootleg oracle.

"Do what?"

Lu Ten leaned in, whispered silently as if it was a taboo subject. "Beat Zuko."

Lixin raised an eyebrow. "Oh. Uh. I just... existed?"

Not too far-fetched exactly. Sometimes you just stand there, breathing, and the agni decides that's enough to ruin someone's entire life. A butterfly flaps its wings, and suddenly a man in Ba Sing Se loses his things and his mind simultaneously.

Lu Ten grinned. "You dodged everything."

Lixin shrugged. "Yeah, well, I figured getting hit wasn't in my best interest."

The Prince laughed.

"No, but the way you did it! I heard the match was infuriating to watch."

The dramatic buildup for nothing. All the tension, the anticipation—maybe even a sick battle theme starting to play in the background—and then... nothing. No cinematic showdown, no gravity-defying moves, just a single sidestep and a disappointed audience.

True menace behaviour...

Lixin nodded, "Indeed, it was infuriating to experience. I had to move... like... six whole times."

Lu Ten was taken aback. "Six?..."

Lixin nodded. "I know. Someone should give me a medal for my suffering."

Who's out here dramatically suffering for dodging? Did he really take a single sidestep and collapse like he got shot?

Lu Ten snickered. "So, what? You just... refused to participate properly until he fell on his face?"

Lixin beamed. "Pretty much!"

This kid sounds like the type to enter a battlefield saying, "Violence is never the answer." Then, five minutes later, they're standing in the middle of smoldering wreckage, casually dusting off their hands like, "But sometimes, it's a very effective response."

Sun Tzu would be both horrified and impressed...

Lu Ten whistled. "How splendid. You broke him mentally."

Lixin sighed. "I know. And now I have to deal with the fallout."

Lu Ten raised an eyebrow. What fallout? He's rambling. Maybe it's some clash with societal norms... who knows? The Fire Nation isn't exactly a place where opinions stay frozen in time. Power shifts, ideologies evolve, and yesterday's hero is tomorrow's traitor. If he's caught up in some political storm, that's his own problem...

But he is here to... uh... Help? He spoke:

"Which is?"

Lixin gestured around. "Uh. This?"

He pulled an invitation from his pocket, and sure enough, it was a scroll of fancy paper, all gold-trimmed and everything. Not just any invitation, either. This one was straight from the source, no middle-man, no room for doubt. It was legit, no question. He unrolled the scroll and held it up, the letterhead gleaming. There was not a single doubt in his mind.

This was the real deal, and he was holding it in his hand.

Lu Ten laughed. "Ah, yes. The royal summons."

Lixin groaned. "I hate that I have a 'royal summons.' Come on... I'm not seeking my demise..."

Looks like he is a paranoid being...

Lu Ten chuckled. "Relax. If they wanted you dead, they wouldn't have sent a letter."

Fire Lord Azulon, despite his whole "absolute domination or bust" attitude, was actually a pretty solid ruler minus the casual threats of infanticide.

At least he ran the Fire Nation like an actual empire instead of a personal revenge fantasy. The man had strategy, discipline, and a distinct lack of throwing his own kids off the metaphorical and literal cliffs at first sight. No doubt he was a bit of a war-crimes enthusiast, but at least he wasn't just lighting things on fire because he felt like it.

Lixin stared at him. "...That is not comforting."

Lu Ten smirked. "No, but it's true."

"Great. Love that for me." Lixin sighs in resignation.

Then a palace servant greets him, as well as bow to Lu Ten with an art of hospitality. They are already prepared to offer guidance, ready to assist in any way that's asked of them. They take their duties as a diligent servant extremely seriously, and shall do so in the highest manner possible.

Lu Ten clapped him on the boy's shoulder. "Come on. Let's see if they're going to reward you or publicly shame you."

Lixin groaned again, he had a feeling—bad feeling. And so far. His instincts had never been wrong.

SCENE 6 — AZULON

Two princes sat before their father. One favored. One... not so much.

Iroh, the favored son, a man who had spent years basking in admiration. He was strong, wise but not arrogant. His golden eyes gleamed with warmth, not just fire, and his calm face—when he wore it—was one of idle manner rather than predatory ambition. His spirit remained unbroken, lightened by laughter, tea, and a love for life that made him both a warrior and a philosopher.

Beside him sat Ozai, the less-favoured, the shadow to Iroh's sun. Where Iroh's warmth was effortless, Ozai's fire smoldered, his posture stiff, who believed he deserved more than he was given. There was no softness in his gaze, only calculation, a mind that measured power, not in wisdom or compassion, but in conquest and control.

Where Iroh accepted, Ozai demanded. Where Iroh laughed, Ozai schemed.

Azulon, their father, looked at them both, the son he had molded into a leader, and the one who was trying so desperately to prove himself worthy of the throne.

And speaking of Ozai—

The man looked one bad word away from shattering his teacup. His temper was boiling over, bubbling hotter than the tea he had yet to sip. His anger is quick to ignite, hard to control, and it burns hot, blinds reason, and demands release, whether in a roar or a clenched fist.

And the reason?

His son.

His absolute failure of a son.

Word had already spread through the palace; Zuko had been humiliated in a sparring match at the Royal Academy.

That was definitely not something people hear every day! But once it happens, its impact is like a solid punch to the gut, a bolt out of the blue, catching you totally off guard. He come to grips with what's happening. That's a sentence he won't forget in a hurry...

He should have been more firm with his son, instilled discipline. And then move on to Ursa, she's far too soft on the boy. As a mother, she could've been a little tougher, but no, she always coddled him instead. It's like she wanted to raise a spoiled brat who would never learn the value of hard work or responsibility. And look what happened, the poor child was completely undisciplined and utterly unprepared for the world outside. He should have been trained harder, put through his paces and really pushed to his limits.

And now, once again, Fire Lord Azulon was probably wondering why Ozai even existed when he could've just had Iroh twice.

Ozai's fingers tightened around his cup. The porcelain creaked under the pressure, and it looked like he might just crush it. Beside him, Iroh sipped his own tea, unbothered, eyes closed in the way only a man who had mastered both combat and inner peace could achieve.

"Brother, it is best not to overthink what happened and dwell on it..." Uttered his brother.

Ozai rolled his eyes, but subtly. Because he wasn't stupid enough to make it obvious in front of Azulon.

"Quiet," Ozai whispered back, venomously. "What would you know?"

Iroh is completely unfazed by that response, exhaled a slow, patient breath and took another sip.

And then—

Two figures entered.

Lu Ten walked forward with the ease of someone born into these halls.

What do you expect? He's the prince, after all. He's been bred to handle the most intimidating of situations. His royal lineage has prepared him for everything from lavish banquets to high-pressure situations. So why should a mere imposing location faze him?

And then—

A boy.

A random, unimpressed, confused-looking boy. Lixin.

From Azulon's eye— he is quite a quintessential upper class schoolboy. Characterized by a lack of ambition and too much idle time on his hands. He could be described as a lazy rascal, always up to mischief and tomfoolery. He's the type of boy who would rather lounge around in his fancy comfort than apply himself in any meaningful way. The teachers probably had a tough time dealing with him, constantly having to break up his pranks and shenanigans. But at least he was well-groomed and came from a wealthy family, right?

Well... Last time everyone checked, he had no family...

Fire Lord's eyes still locked onto him and, yes. A boy he was very interested in.

Ozai's gaze shifted to witness the sigh.

The description fits—The kid. The one who allegedly beat his son singlehandedly. How did this young boy defeat his son? Well, let's just say it's obvious: his child was, without a doubt, a complete and utter failure. The answer is glaringly obvious. His son was still learning the basics.

Lu Ten immediately bowed, he had practiced this from birth.

Azulon nodded in approval.

Lixin, however? He just... stood there. Eyebrow raised. Face blank. Looking between them like someone who had walked into a play halfway through and wasn't sure what role he was supposed to be playing. He was clueless bastard who somehow managed to end up in the presence of the Fire Lord. How on earth does he not know a proper customs? Didn't they teach him anything about greeting a fire lord?

He's definitely going to make things interesting...

Lu Ten noticed this. He immediately panicked and his instincts took over. Without hesitation, his left hand smacked down onto Lixin's head, forcing him into a comically stiff bow.

Lixin practically folded in half, his face almost slamming into his knees.

There was a pause—silence.

Ozai blinked, a little perplexed.

Iroh raised an eyebrow, holding back a laugh.

Azulon simply continued grooming his beard, watching with vague amusement.

It hasn't even been five minutes, and he's already causing a commotion! Typical of him to start making a scene right away. Can he not keep it together for a few minutes?

Lu Ten, sweating slightly, cleared his throat.

"Fire Lord Azulon," he said, perfectly respectful. "The guest you have invited is here."

Yeah, yeah, just this stupid blah blah and hope for no wrath coming. Let's give an impossible challenge to Lixin and see if he manages to not go completely off the rails. That sounds like a fantastic idea, let's see if he can actually manage to keep himself together, or not like Lu Ten asking for much, right? Just a tiny little impossible task for a person who's already on the verge of losing it...

Lixin, still bent over against his will, muttered under his breath.

"Oh... I am the guests. That's nice..."

DAMMIT!

Lu Ten hissed quietly, still holding Lixin in place. "Shut. Up."

"I mean, I'd still prefer this..," Lixin continued, his voice muffled by his own knee. "So, y'know. If this is some big 'reward' thing, I'd like to opt out—"

"Shut. Up."

Why won't he just shut his mouth? His endless prattling and all...

Azulon huffed, a sound that could have been either amusement or deep disappointment.

"Rise."

Lu Ten immediately straightened up.

Lixin tried to as well, but Lu Ten had pressed down too hard, and now his back popped loudly as he unfolded himself.

"..."

That was quite the awkward silence... the only sound being the crackle of the fire in the chamber. But no doubt, the back cracking sound is certainly not a subtle one. It's actually quite loud. The boy's back is in dire need of some love and care, telling him to take better care of himself.

"Oh," Lixin muttered, stretching. "I think I just aged five years."

Ozai is now fuming, finally spoke.

"This is the boy?" he asked, his voice filled with thinly veiled contempt.

"Indeed," Azulon mused, stroking his beard. "I wished to see the one who bested young Zuko."

Ozai's eyes darkened. This boy, he possesses a flame in his heart, a fire that could one day become a fearsome weapon. However, it would be foolish to assume that he is already a seasoned firebending master. He is still young, inexperienced, and the fire within him is untamed. It is too soon to pass judgment on his potential. One cannot simply look at a seedling and declare it to be a mighty oak. He must first nurture his fire, hone it, and learn the arts of control and discipline.

Only then can Fire Nation determine if he is truly worthy of being a fearsome firebender.

Iroh, however, simply smiled, his expression somewhere between interest and amusement. it's a once-in-a-lifetime experience, the kind of thing that rarely happens but is absolutely extraordinary when it does. Think about witnessing a solar eclipse, those kinds of moments are so rare.

Lu Ten nudged Lixin hard, silently telling him to speak.

Lixin blinked.

"What?"

...*Received a deadpanned*...

"Okay okay... Yikes..."

Then, after a long pause, he scratched his head.

"Uh. Yeah. That's me, I guess."

He confirmed that yes, he had indeed "beat the shit" out of Zuko. But there was no pride in his voice, nor was there any hint of intimidation. It was just another day, like he was commenting on a mundane task such as taking out the trash or doing the laundry. There was no gloating, no boasting, just a matter-of-fact statement.

It's like he had done it before...

But believe it or not, HE HAVE DONE THIS BEFORE— can't deny it, the Royal Academy was full of douchebags. They were jerks galore, some of them were even bullies, and others had dads who were top brass in the military, like "My dad is an admiral" or "My dad's a general" kind of bullshit. Heck, some of them might even have had firebender, all of them are, but all they did was talk big and not back it up. That's why Lixin took the trash out. He gladly gave them a taste of their own medicine and showed them what it was like to face someone who didn't take their bullshit.

Another pause.

"You don't seem particularly proud," Azulon observed.

Lixin shrugged, he casually said: "I mean, I just dodged a lot. Didn't really feel like getting hit, y'know?"

A longer pause...

Ozai looked like he was about to explode. That was absurd. How could mere indifference and dodging be someone's downfall in a fight? Was he effortlessly swaying just out of reach, hadn't thrown a single punch, merely sidestepped every attack with vibe of someone avoiding responsibility. Each failed strike chipped away at their composure until they swung too hard, missed too wide, and toppled over like an overzealous fool?

Azulon narrowed his eyes curiously.

"You... just dodged?" he repeated, the idea was completely foreign to him.

"Yep," Lixin confirmed, popping the 'p.' "Got outta the way. Kept moving. Zuko got tired. I didn't."

Silence...

Imagine rolling up to a grand, intimidating palace where the Fire Lord—... yes, the Fire Lord, ruler of an entire nation, feared by many, sits on his throne, flames flickering around him.

And then there's the boy, Lixin.

So far, he don't bow. He don't kneel. He don't even acknowledge the fact that Azulon could, theoretically, have him incinerated on the spot. Instead, he just hit him with: "Yo, you got snacks here?" Lixin is either incredibly brave or just so stupid that even execution wouldn't be worth the effort. Maybe becoming the Fire Lord's new favorite conversation partner just because no one's ever had the audacity to be that casually disrespectful in his presence?

Either way, he made history.

Then—

"That's it?" Ozai snapped in disbelief.

"Pretty much," Lixin nodded. "I mean, I could've just let him hit me, but that seemed like a dumb strategy."

Lu Ten, who is standing beside him, closed his eyes as if in pain. How Lixin managed to get this far with this talk is a wonder. Anyone else would have been cut off, dismissed, or possibly incinerated by now. Yet here he stands, still babbling his words with the audacity of a boy who either doesn't understand danger or simply refuses to acknowledge it.

And surprisingly, Azulon will not throw his temper anytime soon. It is not patience that stays his hand, nor mercy because both are foreign to him. Maybe it is something rarer, something that Lixin of all people has somehow managed to provoke. And what is it?

Amusement.

Lixin, for all his recklessness, is pretty... amusing—boldness that borders on idiocy but dances just close enough to wit that it holds Azulon's interest.

Perhaps he will let this one speak a little longer.

Azulon chuckled deeply. "Interesting."

Lixin tilted his head. "Is it?"

"Most would have fought back directly," Azulon said. "You instead chose... unusual path."

Lixin shrugged. "I chose not getting third-degree burns. But I think 'patience' sounds more philosophical."

Iroh there watch, nodded, this boy had won his favor. The way the boy's eyes has a youthful determination. Whatever it was, he saw something in him that he appreciated.

Ozai, meanwhile, looked like he had just witnessed a crime.

"This—" Ozai began. "This is the boy who embarrassed my son?"

"Oh, it wasn't that bad," Lixin said, waving a hand. "He still hit the ground dramatically. Looked cool, at least."

Lu Ten elbowed him sharply. It's not just a good idea to disrespect Ozai or anyone like him, it's suicidal. You don't mess with that man unless you want to end up in a world of hurt. You know you're in trouble if you cross him. He's a guy with a short fuse, and it's not worth finding out what happens when you mess with him.

BUT LIXIN DOESN'T GIVE A SHIT.

"What he means," Lu Ten quickly corrected, "is that it was an honorable match."

yeah, de-escalate the situation before it explodes...

"Sure," Lixin agreed. "Let's go with that."

SCENE 7 — A REVELATION AT SEA

Now, the present day. That memory is so distant that what remains is no longer there to process, it is now a shadow of something that once mattered but now is just a mere moment. Was it real? Did it happen at all? The mind strains, reaching for details that have long since crumbled into dust. A face, a voice—blurred, distorted, fading. Like trying to grasp smoke, it drifts further away the more one chases it.

And yet, the absence itself is loud. A void where something should be.

But memories can wait. After all, there's no use dwelling on the past when there are so many other things to do. So instead of worrying about what happened yesterday, or last week, or even year, they're focusing on the here and now, living in the moment and making new memories, one after the other. In fact, not even just memories. They are prioritizing the important things over the less important.

It's good to stay focused on what really matters.

The sea stretched endlessly, a vast, monotonous expanse of blue, broken only by the distant cries of seagulls and the occasional groan of the ship's metal hull. This ship, a floating bastion of unresolved trauma, was home to one very irritable prince, a tired old man, and a crew of underpaid, emotionally neglected soldiers who mostly tried to stay out of the crossfire between the two.

And at the center is Iroh.

A man who had once led armies, once stood at the precipice of conquest... and now? Now, he was watching the steam curl lazily from his tea, reflecting on the many, many life choices that had brought him to his current state: babysitting his perpetually furious, scar-riddled nephew on a vengeance-fueled scavenger hunt.

He sighed.

Again.

At this point, his sighs had become a language of their own, expressing entire paragraphs of wisdom, resignation, and mild tea-related disappointment.

Today's sigh, however, carried a weight heavier than usual.

Because today...

Today, a long-forgotten memory resurfaced.

A name.

A face.

A moment from long ago.

Memory is a relentless visitor, knocking uninvited at the door of one's mind. Suddenly, unbidden and unwelcome, a recollection of events past emerges, demanding attention, forcing an individual to relive a moment they rather not remember. Can one anticipate its arrival? No, it arrives unannounced.

Iroh lets out a gentle tut, reminiscing about Lu Ten. "Well, my son was quite the admirable young fellow... Just think, if only he had steered clear of that Ba Sing Se trap. But hindsight is 20/20... perhaps, it is unavoidable in some way..."

It happened again. Yet another memory has come to the surface, like a bubble rising from the muddy depths of his subconscious. He is remembering more now, piece by piece, bit by bit.

His brow furrowed, fingers drummed against his cup as he rubbed his chin in thought.

"HMM..."

He squinted at the ceiling.

He was trying to remember something important, something that occurred even before his time in Ba Sing Se. He strained to recall the details, and more distant the memory seemed. It was just out of reach. He searched through the labyrinth of his mind, dusting off old memories like an ancient scholar poring over forbidden scrolls. And then—

It struck him, like a comet crashing into the earth. Like a firebender getting hit by his own poorly-timed blast or a bolt of lightning aimed directly at his frontal lobe.

His eyes snapped open and the tea nearly spilled.

And in the next moment—

CLAP!

"I KNEW IT!"

The sound reverberated through the ship, startling several crew members and violently yanking one very tired prince out of his sleep.

Zuko.

Battered, furious, deeply sleep-deprived Zuko.

Who, upon being so rudely awakened, let out a strangled, half-coherent yell as he bolted upright, looking like he had just been personally attacked by an entire fleet.

Come on, he was sleeping peacefully, when suddenly, BAM, without warning, a loud noise startled him awake. Nobody can blame him. He is rubbing his eyes, he tried to make sense of his surroundings in the dim light. His thoughts jumbled. He never felt so confused and disoriented.

He might have thought he was still dreaming, but nope, the sounds told him he was very much awake.

His hair was a mess, his scarred eye twitched

His soul was clearly not ready for whatever nonsense was about to unfold.

"WHAT—WHAT?!" he croaked, as his brain scrambled to catch up.

His uncle better have a very good reason to wake him up, or accidentally. Interrupting his sleep better be for something important, like an emergency or the Avatar! Not some trivial matter that can wait until later. He's got a very low threshold for disturbances, and he won't take kindly to being woken up for no good reason. He's hibernating animal that has been rudely awakened from its winter slumber.

Iroh is in his revelation, barely registered his nephew's distress. Instead, his face alight with the joy of discovery.

"Remember the boy who beat you in the past?" he asked, the tone absolutely thrilled with himself.

Zuko blinked.

Wait, what? They beat him? How did that even happen? He had no memory of being beaten. Did he get hit on the head or something? Maybe he was so focused on his own thoughts that he didn't even notice it. But now he was being told that it actually happened? His already overworked brain froze. This was all too baffling. How could he have lost a fight without even realizing it?

His exhaustion doubled.

He acting like like someone attempting to process an extremely complex math problem on two hours of sleep.

Oh, Uncle is talking nonsense again. Typical Uncle, eh? What's he going on about this time? Aliens, conspiracy theories, or maybe he saw something "fishy" at the local bait shop? Who knows what kind of outlandish tales he's going to spin this time...

"Beat me?" he repeated slowly, rubbing his eyes. "What are you talking about, Uncle?"

Iroh is the patience of a man who had absolutely none, let out a knowing chuckle.

"It was Lixin!" he declared, pointing dramatically into the void.

Zuko stared.

"Yeah? What about him?..."

Ugh, that young general? What's so special about him anyway? He's just another military type, obsessed with power and control. And let's not forget, Prince Zuko already has a bone to pick with the guy. Past history is already shit and the general is just rubbing Prince Zuko the wrong way, the prince has beef with him. Stupid pretentious generals, always thinking they're so important and special.

Pfft...

Wait...

The name echoed in his mind like a distant storm rolling in.

Lixin.

Yeah, that name has a certain aura in it, more importantly, he had a sense of deja vu, as if he'd heard that name WAY before. But from where? He fixed his brain, trying to remember. Had he come across it in a book? Had he met someone with that name before Lixin himself? Or was it just a figment of his imagination?

A name connected to a memory so deeply buried, it might as well have been sealed away in the darkest corners of his consciousness.

And then—It hit him.

Like a flaming boulder to the chest. Tidal wave of pure, unfiltered humiliation.

The moment came rushing back with agonizing clarity.

The academy.

The match.

The humbling, soul-crushing defeat that his younger self had desperately tried to erase from existence. His entire spirit recoiled, hands clenched into fists of sheer embarrassment. RAHHHHHH THE CRINGE! IT BURNS! IT SEARS HIS RETINAS LIKE A THOUSAND SUN! He recoiled, clutching his chest as if he had been shot by a firebender.

And then—

"UGH!"

A full-body cringe attack is a visceral, all-consuming reaction, intense that it physically manifests. It starts with a sharp inhale, as if his soul is trying to escape his body before the horror fully sets in. His shoulders rise to his ears like a turtle retreating into its shell. Arms instinctively flinch, fingers splay awkwardly, or worse... curl into claws as if trying to drag himself out of this moment. His spine twists involuntarily, contorting him into a pretzel of regret, while his legs stiffen, trembling, and a shudder ripples down his back.

His face scrunches, mouth caught between a grimace and a horrified smile. Maybe he let out a strangled wheeze. He just stand there, frozen, absorbing the cringe like a human lightning rod.

And it's too late. The damage is done. He HAVE been spiritually KO'd.

He flopped over, the memory was too much for his body to physically withstand. His legs kicked wildly, his arms flailed. His entire being rebelled against the past.

"WHY WOULD YOU REMIND ME OF THAT?!" he wailed in suffering.

Iroh took a leisurely sip of his tea.

"It is good to remember the past, Prince Zuko," he mused, sounding infuriatingly wise.

That's right! Just because they shouldn't dwell on the past doesn't mean they shouldn't learn from it. They can't afford to make the same mistakes over and over again. Zuko clearly didn't learn the lesson, he's already making the same mistakes again whether he realizes it or not. He should pay attention to history and take the time to reflect on his actions.

But the prince doesn't understand...

"NO, IT ISN'T!"

Zuko dramatically collapsed onto the floor, face pressed against the cool metal.

One of the crew members, having peeked into the room, witnessed this absolute mess of a prince writhing on the ground and promptly decided that whatever this was, it was not their business.

SCENE 8 — GATEWAY

In the Fire Nation, there was a particular General.

Lixin is not a person who rushed, not usually, he preferred to remain unbothered, even when faced with an army of imperial soldier and a fuming princess.

Today was no different...

He stood near the docks, ordering his fellow men around with a tone that was one of detached calm rather than urgency. His hands, like always, were steady, his expression is bored—except for the occasional eye-roll at his men's frantic pace.

"Come on! Double time!" Lixin's voice rang out, as if he wasn't standing in the middle of a catastrophe waiting to happen. "I don't want to linger anymore..."

Sure, there was an urgent task at hand, but it didn't involve reporting or diplomatic drama. No, he was here to resupply—specifically to bring in the finest ingredients for his tea. Not just any tea, mind you, but his best tea ingredients, ones that only he knew how to properly brew to perfection.

He's not one to be a picky, but when it comes to quality, he knows to always go for the best of the best. He understands the importance of good-quality ingredients and where they're sourced from. Whether it's the finest cuts of meat from the most reputable butcher, or the freshest fruits and vegetables straight from the farm, he knows that quality matters. And it doesn't matter if it's expensive, because when you're talking about quality, price is irrelevant. So even if he has a tight budget, he will make sure to prioritize quality even if it means paying more.

And because of this very special mission, he wasn't inclined to waste his time with reporting, especially not when he was being subjected to something so mundane as having to account for his actions to the likes of Azula.

Someone suddenly shouted from the side. "They're coming!"

Speaking of the evil spirit...

Lixin groaned inwardly. Great. Of course, now they were coming... just when he had about 93% of the tea load done.

93%. That was close, sure, but not enough.

He had hoped for a peaceful return, but now, his worst fears were about to be realized. He stood in front of the incoming princess and her ever-present soldier, hands tucked behind his back, utterly unmoved by the impending confrontation.

Azula's footsteps echoes, and a growing anger can be sense for miles. She had a dark cloud hovering over her, her face a picture of fury that would have made any lesser man tremble. Lixin, however, remained standing, hands still behind his back, cool as ever.

Her eyes narrowed when she spotted him.

He could already tell by the tightness of her jaw and the way her brow furrowed that this was going to be one of those days.

"Lixin..."

It wasn't a greeting, no rank bullshit...

It was more of an accusation wrapped in a single sentence—she was pissed.

And she was justified after all, the meeting had been scheduled three hours ago, and Lixin, of course, had completely failed to make an appearance. Instead, he was busy supervising his tea ingredients, as though that were somehow more pressing.

Azula strode forward, her royal guard following her in a flawless, synchronized formation.

Lixin remained standing, letting the inevitable verbal explosion come to him.

"Where. are. you?" She hiss, but more importantly, it is a disappointment. There was no time for pleasantries or formalities.

She needed an answer and she needed it now.

Lixin glanced at her, then at the piles of tea ingredients around them, all waiting to be loaded onto the ship.

"Oh?..." he said with unfazed demeanour. "I was just getting to that."

Azula paused, her expression shifting from furious to something more akin to confusion, as if she had misheard him. "Getting to that?"

She's got no tolerance for procrastination. In fact, she considers it the worst trait a human being can possess. But if she were to stumble upon someone who was not just a procrastinator, but also disobedient or inefficient, then she would truly be furious. The general had better watch out, because she would not hesitate to make his life miserable if that's what it took to set him straight.

She hated a procrastinator!

"Yeah," Lixin said, shrugging lightly as he pointed toward the still-uncounted tea bags and jars. "It's just tea, though, so you know... priorities."

Azula stiffened, and the tension around her grow tangible. "You've been delaying the meeting for three hours just to deal with... tea? You think your tea is more important than the mission I've entrusted you with?"

Lixin turned to face her, utterly calm.

"Well, if you're asking me that question, I'd say..." he paused, weighing his options, "...I think tea is actually much more important than you might realize. It's a crucial element to mental stability, and without it, we're all just... walking around, miserable."

He held up a jar of tea leaves, like a proud scholar holding a revered artifact.

Lixin definitely gives off Jack Sparrow vibes with that "I got a jar of dirt" energy—eccentric pirate captain—like it's the most precious treasure in the world. He'd probably say it with that same smirk, as if he knew something everyone else didn't. And who knows, maybe that tea holds the key to some great mystery!

Azula didn't take that very well, then said in a threatening voice. "I don't care about your tea, General. I care about results. I care about you fulfilling your duties."

Lixin glanced around, watched the princess slowly lose her composure.

"If you don't mind me asking, Princess," he continued, unruffled by her mounting fury, "why did you need me at that meeting? I already told you what was going on."

Meeting Ozai? Snooze fest!

Interrogations by Azula? Pass.

He has no intention to seek one either! And being on the mainland? Tactical operations is a scavenger hunt. He'd rather be doing anything else than this boring meeting. The fire lord better have something interesting to say or he's going to fall asleep.

And THAT WAS AN INSULT.

Azula's eyes blazed, "You think I need you to show up on time for you to tell me what's 'going down'? I was going to tell you what was going down."

"I'm sure you were, your highness" he said, tilting his head, and then added, "But, as you know, you can't make tea with a broken kettle, and... well, this tea I have here is a very delicate blend."

Azula started with irritation. He's really going on and on like a waterfall of words, just pouring out without a moment's respite. Does he ever take a breath, or is he just going to keep blabbering on and on forever? Can someone please shut him up before her brain explodes from all this endless chatter?

"You're actually standing here, in front of me, talking about tea when I could have you executed for this delay?" she reaffirmed.

"Well..." Lixin mused, looking down at his tea bags. "The world's a funny place, isn't it? Where one's priorities are actually the most important thing."

His life is at stake and he didn't take it seriously...

Azula's fury erupted. "I—..."

"Isn't it?" Lixin interrupted. "Come on, Azula. You've got plenty of royal guards. You're perfectly capable of handling things. Why not let me take care of the important stuff? Like the perfect cup of tea."

AZULA??? This man has got some nerve! He dares to address her by her name, without any titles or honorifics. He's either very brave or very stupid. No 'princess'... He is wretched, impudent. Just straight up using her actual name, as if he's known her for years...

Which is yes... Literally... More than a few years...

Azula clenched her fists. "Don't call me by my name!"

But he just raised an eyebrow, his face an epitome of calm indifference.

"Look, I didn't delay the mission on purpose," he said, eyes glancing at the rest of the dock. "The ingredients are almost done, and once they are, everything will be right as rain—..."

Sapphire flames roared through the air, nearly grazing Lixin's face. He could feel the heat, the energy of it, the sheer murderous intent behind it. The impact nearly singed his skin, a mere inch away from permanently branding his face. If he had been a second slower, he would've been sporting a fresh Zuko special across his face, he'd be joining him in the tragic burn-victim club.

And honestly? That was not on his agenda today.

Lixin blinked, rubbing his temple, brows lifted and woah. She wasn't just mad... She was pissed...

His men froze, eyes darting between him and the flaming princess of death standing before them. Some visibly gulped, as if praying to whatever higher power or spirit existed that today wouldn't be the day they got caught in a royal incineration.

"Alright, okay. That was rude." He commented.

Azula did not reply.

She stood tall, golden eyes glowing, her expression one of supreme irritation. It wasn't every day that someone had the guts to annoy Princess Azula and survive.

"Last chance..." Her voice came out soft, BUT, with a kind of voice that made people rethink their life choices.

Lixin immediately disturbed by this, his face shifted. Is that an execution order?? He settled into an expression of knowing. Like he had seen this coming.

"I respect the whole 'intimidating murder princess' thing you've got going on, really. But, uh... could we not? I have tea to load. You like tea, don't you? Let's talk this out over some—"

Same old broken record about this tea nonsense...

The second imperial soldier stepped forward, bowing slightly toward the Princess.

"Your Highness, do not overexert yourself. Allow us to handle this."

Azula didn't even blink. She exhaled, nostrils flaring.

Maybe it's time to step back a little and let things happen on their own, rather than jumping in and trying to control everything. It's not the exact decision she wanted to make, but perhaps it's worth it, just this once...

She give the slightest nod.

The guard turned toward Lixin, speaking with the air of a man who truly believed he had control over this situation.

"General Lixin, you are hereby ordered to—"

Lixin didn't let him finish. With zero hesitation, he grabbed the man by the collar and without any ceremony, yeeted and hurled him into the sky, literally, the poor guy became a spinning, flailing projectile, his armor catching the sunlight as he ascended into the stratosphere, full send, gone, see you later, hope you packed a parachute, buddy.

Azula's jaw dropped.

Lixin's men? Also shocked.

The imperial soldier? Visibly sweating.

Somewhere, a seagull squawked in confusion.

Looks like someone's been taking lessons from Bugs Bunny. That guy just broke all the laws of physics, and he did it with style! He's been munching on some magic carrots or something, no mass whatsoever. If he keeps up like this, he'll have the Road Runner beat!

"Detain him!" Azula snapped, momentarily forgetting she was meant to be the calm, composed one.

The remaining imperial guards rushed forward, their synchronized formation breaking into a furious charge, bodies low, fire bending primed. The movement sent ripples through the dock, flames bursting from their palms as they sought to overwhelm him.

But Lixin's men?

They weren't just standing around. They let out a battle cry, met the imperial soldier forces head-on. Steel clashed. Fists collided. Fire roared. The once peaceful dock became a battleground, a chaos of flashing embers and flying bodies. Fire exploded from all sides, and once where harbor is a where goods come and go are now a chaotic war zone.

Azula analyzed the battlefield. Her attention snapped back to Lixin—

Just in time to see him deflect an incoming fire blast, redirecting it with a casual counter. She saw the way he moved, weaving through efficient attacks. Not just dodging. Not just blocking. Calculating. But he was also stalling. Not attacking.

And then, he was fighting back. His attack patterns are abnormal...

The word, unpredictable, fit the scenario too.

As if he's creating them up on the spot. There is no set sequence, no rhythm to his movements. Every attack comes out of nowhere, it's impossible to anticipate/analyze his strategies because there doesn't seem to be any coherent logic behind them. This guy is nuts!

Normally, Lixin preferred to avoid conflict, handle it with the laziest effort possible.

But now?

It is certain he is just busy. Too busy.

However, most importantly, that damn bastard will never see it coming! He's too busy trying to be slick and cunning, but little does he know that she has spotted an opening, a golden opportunity to turn the tables on him. This will be the perfect time to get her revenge. She smirk at the thought of his imminent downfall.

Now, it's time to pounce!

She dashed. Fast. Too fast. She was attacking his back, fist cocked back, sapphire flames curling between her fingers, Lightning-fast, she closed the distance, her hand flaring with blue fire—

And Lixin caught her wrist mid-motion. His grip was firm, but not aggressive. His soft eyes met hers.

"That's not very ladylike, Princess."

Just because he is an idiot general doesn't automatically make him a complete dumbass, who gets easily distracted all the time. Busy simply means having a lot of tasks to complete, whereas being distracted implies losing focus easily,

Why did she confuse the two in the first place??

Azula's rage quadrupled.

"Shut up, General!" she snarled, twisting her hand.

Heat flared.

Lixin hissed, immediately releasing her as she let loose a wave of sapphire fire.

She's a smart one, that's for sure. She's using her fire-based powers to her advantage, channeling her energy to break free from the grasp that's holding her back. Which was exactly what she wanted.

A storm of blue fire burst from her palm, searing toward him at point-blank range.

Lixin barely dodged, twisting away just in time—evasion and counterstrikes—only for the flames to graze the air beside him. He immediately moved and not wasting a single motion as he bent backward to evade another strike.

But Azula is not over yet.

She pressed forward, step after step, her attacks coming faster, and sharper...

However, what she didn't anticipate, Lixin wasn't just dodging anymore.

He was countering.

A block here, a redirection there—never letting her fully connect, never letting her gain control.

"What the—!!..." Azula ducked, missing the roaring flames that were directed at her, avoid being burnt to a crisp. As she watched the fire pass overhead, she realized something – she was beginning to understand the situation. Though, she had nothing to say to him.

Only fire.

"How about this?..."

Her footwork shifted, she struck low, sweeping her leg, a wide arc of sapphire fire followed.

Oh no, the blue fire is huge and approaching rapidly. Lixin needs to act fast to avoid getting burnt. But what should he do? Should he run or maybe jump over it? Should he try to put it out with some water or dirt? Maybe it's better if he just stays still and let the fire burn itself out? There's no time to contemplate, the fire is getting closer and closer. What in the world is he going to do?!

Lixin had nowhere to go. His eyes darted around. forcing him to react. He had no choice.

With the audacity of a man who had long since abandoned societal norms, doesn't care about it at all, he Wall-ran off an imperial soldier nearby. ACTUALLY used them as a launchpad.

Azula paused. Her rage was momentarily interrupted by sheer disbelief.

Did he just...

Did he just use one of her men as a springboard The absolute nerve. The gall!

Her nostrils flared. "Oh, you little—"

Then. Something unexpected.

Lixin bent fire. But it wasn't red. It wasn't orange. It wasn't even sapphire. It was... Violet. Azula froze. Her mind started raced.

Violet? What in Agni's name—

She stared in fascinated as the flames danced before her eyes, changing colors from orange to white to a deep blue, and then, a vibrant violet. It was unlike anything she had ever seen before. How mesmerizing and terrifying... it leave her completely taken aback. How was it possible?

What kind of fire was this, capable of changing color so unpredictably?

She was both stunned and captivated, unable to tear her gaze away.

What was he going to do?—

He tripped. Face-first. Straight onto the dock like a sad dough. The sound of his face meeting wood echoed, a perfect slap of disappointment...

Cricket noise intensifies*

Okay, what the heck, after that cool display... it went to this? Like a majestic hawk messenger goes for a kill, then instead of swooping down, it crashes into the side of a building! What a turn of events... There he was, flat as a pancake, arms flailing like a desperate jellyfish caught in the tide...

Azula froze there, unable to process the recent absurd sight before her

The commotion caught everyone's attention, the fight in the background stopped, and all that could be heard was the water lapping gently at the edges of the docks—only sound being the wind whistling through the rigging of the nearby ships.

Not even the imperial soldier knew what to do.

Even the nearby turtle ducks pause, staring at the scene with what could only be described as mild disappointment.

"What in Agni's name was that?" Azula demanded, shouting at the unconscious General.

All that tension, all that build-up, all that mystery, just to see him crash and burn spectacularly. A firecracker explodes, hearing a pitiful little fizzle. How anticlimactic. What a disappointment...

Lixin, still face-down, didn't respond. Didn't move.

And then—

His hand shot out. Grabbed her ankle. And yanked.

The General's face, once hidden, is now revealed with a grin. It was all part of his devious plan. He intended to deceive, to pretend, to create a situation that was merely an illusion. This was not the first time he had deceived others. For as long as he could remember, he had been a master of manipulation.

Nothing was happening by accident or chance...

Azula's eyes widened.

Oh, that little—...

She toppled. Right off the pier. A very undignified splash followed.

How could she have fallen for that trick? But then again, he's pretty good at being devious, so maybe it's not entirely her fault. He fooled her with ease, like a snake charmer with his snake. Nobody can understand the guy, and that's his superpower.

Lixin smirked, standing up. He dusted off his armour.

"Nothing personal.."

The last of the cargo was loaded. The ship was ready.

But it is already moving, it's inching away from the port, slowly but steadily. The only link between the ship and the port is the gangplank, a narrow walkway that connects the two worlds. Trying to cross it without tripping or slipping, it must be like walking a tightrope. It would be a disaster if even one person fell, the ship would be too far away to rescue them.

Hopefully, everyone is making it safely on board!

And Lixin was done here.

"EVERYONE, LET'S GOOOO—"

Everyone hears that, immediately finish their fight, and made a mad dash towards the ship, desperate to escape the mainland before they were all charged with treason against the fire nation, technically... And the crew quickly boarded the ship, some of them still panting from the running.

Azula burst from the water, "LIXIN!"

Lixin stood on the stern of the ship, waving at her. The ship was bellowing smoke from its coal engines, creating a cloud of dust and grit around it. But by then? The ship is fast, and it was already sailing into the horizon.

And she is NOT having it! And she is there alone in the water, before the reinforcement arrived late.

CHAPTER 4 — TOTAL HUMILITY

WORD COUNT — 21.9k

TO BE CONTINUED