Mending the Cycle
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Naruto x ?
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Earth, Fire… but not Air.
And not Water—at least, not yet. That irony cut Korra to the core, especially when she was supposed to be a Water Tribe Avatar.
Her breath plumed in the icy air as she stood at the edge of the Southern Water Tribe compound. Though only seventeen, she had been training as the Avatar for nearly a decade. She could launch blazing fireballs from her fists. She could stomp her foot and heave a boulder from the frozen ground. But she could not bend Water. Not really.
A handful of White Lotus sentries unloaded Korra's modest luggage from a small steam-powered skiff. The sun struggled over the horizon, casting pale light over the snowy tundra. Korra pulled her parka hood tighter, fighting the perpetual chill of her homeland. She felt a pang of frustration in her gut—how was it that she belonged to the Southern Water Tribe, yet her so-called "home" element refused to heed her call?
Master Katila, one of the more elderly White Lotus trainers, approached with a gentle smile that did little to ease Korra's mood.
"Korra," she said softly, "it's time. The boat to Republic City won't wait forever."
Korra folded her arms, ignoring the biting cold. "I'm still not sure why Master Tenzin insists on me going to Republic City. Couldn't I learn Waterbending here?"
Katila shook her head. "Your father tried to find you every Waterbending teacher he could, and none of their lessons… stuck. It's not that you can't Waterbend at all, but your ability is patchy. Tenzin believes that removing you from this quiet compound might allow you to grow in unexpected ways—especially if you're forced to face real-world problems. And don't forget, you still have Airbending to learn. Tenzin is an Airbending master."
Korra managed a half-hearted nod. In truth, she'd dreamed about escaping the isolation of the Southern Water Tribe for years. She wanted to see the world, to test her Fire and Earthbending in actual conflict. Yet she felt a gnawing sense of shame at her incomplete identity: Avatar, yet no mastery over Water or Air…
A gust of wind raked over the shoreline, sending chills through her. She closed her eyes, inhaling deeply. Focus. This is for the best.
With that thought, Korra strode onto the waiting White Lotus boat. The steam engine chugged, its pipes emitting rhythmic hisses. She gazed back at the Southern Water Tribe one last time, lips pressed into a grim line. Across the deck, Master Katila offered her a reassuring glance, but said nothing more.
Korra was on her way to Republic City.
If the Southern Water Tribe was a calm, moonlit pond, Republic City was a raging ocean. The moment Korra stepped off the ferry onto the bustling pier, her senses nearly overloaded. Cranes clanked overhead, hauling crates onto distant cargo ships. Vendors hawked hot rice buns, smoked fish, and sweet dumplings. Benders and non-benders alike darted around the docks, each person with somewhere urgent to be.
Korra paused to inhale the salted breeze and city smells—machinery, cooking oil, the faint tinge of motor exhaust. She'd only read about technology this advanced: satomobiles, tall electric streetlamps, staccato radio broadcasts. Her heart kicked up a beat, excitement momentarily eclipsing her nerves. So this is what I've been missing.
Behind her, two White Lotus sentries dragged her trunk across the gangplank. A smaller figure rushed by, nearly colliding with Korra. She jumped back, fists halfway raised by reflex.
"Whoa!" cried the stranger, arms wheeling for balance. "Sorry—didn't see you there!"
It was a young man, around her age, with sun-kissed blond hair, wearing well-worn trousers and an orange hoodie. His face sported whisker-like marks on each cheek. And though he carried no visible weapons, he exuded the casual confidence of a trained fighter. Korra felt a sudden wariness. "Uh… it's fine," she said.
He beamed. "Glad I didn't knock you into the water or anything! Name's Naruto. You must be new here."
She lowered her fists. "Yeah, just got off the boat, actually. I'm—"
"Korra?" A female voice rang out over the din. "Naruto, is everything okay?"
Korra turned to see a tall young woman with ebony hair pulled into a sleek ponytail. Her attire was stylish yet practical—dark pants, a fitted jacket, and gloves. She moved with grace that suggested dance or martial arts training. Catching sight of Korra, she smiled warmly. "You must be the new arrival I heard about. I'm Asami Sato."
Sato. The name struck a chord. The Sato family was famed for manufacturing satomobiles and pushing technological progress across the United Republic. Korra straightened her posture. "Nice to meet you. I'm, uh, Korra."
Asami's gaze flicked over Korra's Water Tribe parka and the White Lotus crest on her luggage. "Avatar Korra, right?" She offered her hand. "Welcome to Republic City."
It was still surreal for Korra to be recognized as the Avatar—especially given her incomplete skill set. Yet she forced a confident grin, taking Asami's hand in a firm shake. "Thanks. It's… good to be here."
Naruto rubbed his neck sheepishly. "Sorry again for almost knocking you over. I was helping Asami coordinate a shipment for Future Industries, but I got carried away telling some of the dockworkers how to stack crates properly."
Asami teased him gently. "Since when are you an expert on freight logistics?"
Naruto puffed up in mock pride. "Since I was six years old, obviously!" Both he and Asami laughed, sharing an easy camaraderie that piqued Korra's curiosity. She hadn't expected to meet such friendly faces so soon.
A shrill whistle from the ferry's captain cut through the air. The White Lotus sentries approached Korra, giving polite bows. "We'll see you to the Tenzin's quarters, Avatar. Your trunk is ready."
Korra nodded, but before she could follow them, Asami held up a small business card. "If you ever need a tour of the city, or want to see Future Industries, give me a call. I'll be at the main office for most of the week." She paused. "I know it can be overwhelming here. Sometimes having friends helps."
Korra tucked the card into her parka, feeling a genuine swell of gratitude. "I'd like that."
Naruto waved. "Yeah! If you want to see the city from a non-bender's perspective, I'm your guy!" With a grin, he returned to hauling crates.
They parted ways, leaving Korra to gather her bearings. She breathed out slowly. A new city, new acquaintances—maybe Tenzin's plan for her to broaden her experiences wouldn't be so bad after all.
A sleek White Lotus transport glided across the bay toward a looming island with tall pagodas and winding, ornate spires. Air Nomad flags snapped in the breeze, and the architecture reflected the ethos of Airbenders—curved rooftops and open balconies. This was Air Temple Island, the place where Tenzin lived with his family and guided Republic City's council as a respected elder.
Korra disembarked onto a dock lined with gust-swept lanterns. At the top of a short path, a tall, balding man in Air Nomad robes waited—Tenzin. His neat beard and kindly-yet-stern features gave the aura of a wise master. He inclined his head in greeting. "Welcome to Air Temple Island, Korra. I trust your journey went well?"
The White Lotus entourage bowed to him. Korra suppressed a sigh; she wasn't fond of formalities. "It was okay," she said, stepping forward. "Though I've seen more of the city in the last hour than my entire life in the South."
"Yes, Republic City is quite… alive," Tenzin replied. "We'll have time to discuss your place in it soon. But first, let's get you settled."
He led her through a courtyard dotted with plum-blossom trees. Wind chimes tinkled overhead, the breezes weaving a gentle melody. A handful of Air Acolytes—men and women in flowing robes—knelt at small shrines, offering quiet prayers. The spiritual aura tugged at Korra. She felt out of place and, ironically, uneasy. Maybe it was the knowledge that she should be able to access this realm of serenity and Airbending but hadn't succeeded yet.
Tenzin escorted her into a modest suite with a spectacular view of the city skyline. The room was simple: a woven mat bed, a wooden desk, and airy windows. "I'll let you rest," Tenzin said. "Tomorrow, we'll begin with meditation and basic Airbending theory. Then you'll have time to explore the city—under supervision at first. Republic City can be… complicated."
Korra arched an eyebrow, remembering Asami's welcoming manner and the vibrant chaos of the docks. "I can handle complicated."
Tenzin gave a soft chuckle. "We'll see. Rest well."
After he left, Korra sank onto the bed. Exhaustion from the sea journey mixed with a sense of excitement. She was here—where real action happened. With a final glance at the glowing city lights across the water, she closed her eyes. Tomorrow, she'd begin forging her path to mastering all four elements… eventually.
Morning sunlight crept through the tall windows. Korra stirred, blinking against the brightness. She'd slept fitfully, stirring with anxious dreams of water that refused to heed her call. No more dwelling on that, she told herself, rolling off the bed. Time to prove myself.
Outside, Tenzin was already waiting in a peaceful courtyard, hands folded behind his back. "You're up. Good. Let's begin."
At his signal, two Air Acolytes brought forth a series of wooden gates arranged in a twisting corridor—an Airbending training maze. Normally, novice Airbenders would navigate these spinning doors with breezes of air. But for Korra, who couldn't yet Airbend, Tenzin asked that she simply walk through while mindful of her breathing. "This exercise teaches patience and fluidity," Tenzin explained. "Even if you can't propel yourself with Air, you can learn the Airbender's mindset."
Korra frowned but obeyed. The spinning panels whipped around unpredictably. She tried to step lightly, weaving through the gates. Despite her best efforts, she bumped into a rotating panel. Bang. Then another. Thunk. Her frustration flared, and she reflexively conjured a burst of Fire at the next panel. Wood crackled and splintered under the heat.
"Korra!" Tenzin's voice cut sharply. She froze, cheeks burning with embarrassment.
"Sorry," she muttered, extinguishing the flame. "I just… lost my footing."
Tenzin sighed. "Fire and Earth rely on force. Air requires movement and breath. You must still your mind. Pushing yourself too hard to succeed can be counterproductive, especially for an element that demands freedom and flow."
She exhaled slowly, remembering her repeated failures with Water. The same principle applied there—patience, adaptability. Yet she was used to direct force. She nodded stiffly. "I'll try again."
The next attempt went slightly better, though she still earned a few bruises. By the time she emerged on the other side of the contraption, her muscles ached from tension. Tenzin approached, placing a hand on her shoulder. "We'll revisit this routine daily. Progress will come, Korra, but it may not come fast."
She bit her lip. Patience. Right. If that was the price for mastery, so be it.
Later that day, after a modest lunch with Tenzin's family, Korra retreated to her room to nurse her bruises. She flopped onto the bed, half-tempted to doze off, when a timid knock sounded at the door.
She swung it open to find a young Air Acolyte with wide eyes. "Miss Korra, there's someone at the pier asking for you. A man named Naruto?"
Her heart lifted unexpectedly. "He's here? Okay, thanks. I'll go see what he wants."
Exiting the main temple, she descended a winding path down to the small dock. Sure enough, Naruto was there, perched on a wooden post, wearing that same orange hoodie. He waved exuberantly. "Yo, Avatar! I wanted to see if you, uh… had time for that city tour?"
Korra found herself grinning. Tenzin had given her no explicit permission to wander the city unsupervised, but she was sure he wouldn't mind if she stuck to safe areas. "Sure, I've got a little time."
She half-expected a boat ride back to the city, but Naruto led her to a small wooden skiff with a compact motor. "Bought this off some fisherman last year," he said. "I mostly use it to get around the bay if I need to help Asami with Future Industries stuff."
Soon, they were zipping across the water, leaving Air Temple Island behind. The city skyline grew larger, monstrous structures of steel and concrete looming against the midday sun. Korra inhaled the tang of salt and engine fumes, her nerves flickering with anticipation. This city—its hustle, its innovation—felt like the place she was meant to be.