Whispers in The Dark
The academy was alive with rumors.
Mri's battle against Baikon had spread like wildfire.
Everyone was talking about it.
"Did you hear? He didn't even use his Aura!"
"Baikon was wrecked. Just imagine if Mri actually fought seriously."
"The Dragons won't let this go. This is just the beginning."
Despite the buzz, Mri remained the same—calm, distant, and unreadable.
He wasn't here to gain fame.
He wasn't here to prove a point.
But deep down…
He knew that silence wouldn't last forever.
A Warning from the Shadows
The next evening, as Mri walked alone through the academy's deserted corridors, he heard footsteps behind him.
He didn't stop.
Didn't look back.
He already knew someone was there.
"You made a big mistake."
A voice, sharp and low, echoed through the hallway.
Mri finally turned.
Five figures stood in the dim light.
They weren't ordinary students.
They weren't just another gang.
They were messengers.
Messengers of someone far more powerful.
"Who sent you?" Mri's voice was calm.
The tallest of the group stepped forward, his Black Aura flickering like smoke.
"Consider this a warning. You should have stayed quiet, Mri. Now you've attracted the wrong kind of attention."
Mri stared at them, unimpressed. "And what? You're here to scare me?"
The figure smirked. "Not scare you."
"Just test you."
In a flash, two of them lunged forward—
But before they could even blink—
THWACK—
Mri vanished from their sight, appearing behind them in a split second.
"Huh—"
BOOM—
Both figures were sent crashing into the walls.
The remaining three hesitated.
Mri cracked his knuckles, eyes cold. "Test me all you want. Just don't expect to walk away after."
The tallest one clenched his fists, his Black Aura intensifying. "You don't understand what you've started, Mri. There are people even the Asol Tanis fear. And you've caught their eye."
Mri raised an eyebrow. "Then tell them I'm waiting."
The figure smirked. "Soon, you won't have a choice."
With that, the remaining three disappeared into the darkness, leaving their fallen comrades behind.
Mri sighed.
"Looks like things are moving faster than I expected."
The Revolutionary Stars Gather
That night, in the hidden meeting hall of The Revolutionary Stars, Ayang slammed his fist on the table.
"Those bastards actually sent people after you?"
Mri leaned against the wall, arms crossed. "Yeah. Five of them. Not too strong, but the message was clear."
Rihan, the vice leader, rubbed his temples. "This isn't good. If they're making moves now, it means someone from the top is watching you."
Ayang gritted his teeth. "We need to be ready. We need to move before they do."
Mri, however, remained silent.
Something was bothering him.
This wasn't just about the fight with Baikon.
This was bigger.
And he needed to find out who was pulling the strings.
Elsewhere…
Deep inside the academy, behind locked doors and hidden meetings, a man sat on an ornate chair.
His Violet Aura radiated with power.
He tapped his fingers on the table, his expression unreadable.
A subordinate kneeled before him. "Sir, we tested him. He's more dangerous than we thought."
The man smiled.
"Perfect."
His eyes gleamed.
"Let's see how far we can push him."
The Devil's Gathering
The academy was on edge.
Mri's victory over Baikon had shaken the balance of power.
And now, whispers of a new force rising in Jengraimukh Brute Force Academy were spreading.
The Dragons were silent.
Too silent.
It was the kind of silence that came before a storm.
The Dragon's Wrath
Inside a dimly lit room, deep within The Dragons' territory, leader Dipangkar sat at the head of a long table.
His Green Aura flickered around him, radiating power.
The captains of all fifteen divisions were present.
Some were furious.
Some were tense.
But all of them wanted answers.
Baikon, his injuries still fresh, spoke up first. "We should've ended him that day! Mri humiliated us!"
A burly captain, Abhinash (7th Division), slammed his fist on the table. "I agree! If we let this slide, everyone will think The Dragons have gone soft!"
Dipangkar didn't react.
His gaze was cold, calculating.
Then, finally, he spoke. "We do nothing. For now."
Silence.
Confusion.
Baikon clenched his jaw. "What?! Are we just going to sit and do nothing?"
Dipangkar leaned forward. "Mri isn't just some reckless fighter. If we attack blindly, we'll be walking into his game. We need to be smarter."
The Warning
Mri sat on the rooftop of the academy, watching the sunset.
Ayang and Rihan sat beside him, silent.
The Revolutionary Stars had been restless since the fight.
Mri exhaled. "They'll come soon."
Ayang nodded. "And when they do, we'll be ready."
BANG—
Before they could react, a group of assassins leaped from the shadows, their movements swift and precise.
Their blades gleamed in the dim light.
Without hesitation, they charged.
A Mistake.
Ayang's body moved like a phantom—one moment he was still, the next, he was gone.
THWACK—
A single step and he was behind the first assassin.
His right fist crashed into the man's ribs—so fast the assassin barely had time to register pain before he was sent flying.
The second assassin lunged from behind—
SWOOSH—
Ayang ducked, spinning low before delivering a devastating elbow strike to the man's gut. The assassin coughed up blood before crumpling to the ground.
The remaining three hesitated.
A fatal mistake.
CRACK—
Ayang's foot slammed into the next assassin's face, sending him sprawling.
With the same motion, he grabbed the fourth by the wrist and twisted—
SNAP—
The assassin screamed as his arm broke.
Only one was left.
He tried to run.
He never got the chance.
Ayang's hand clamped around his throat before slamming him against the rooftop.
BOOM—
Dust exploded around them.
Silence.
Mri, watching from the side, let out a small smirk.
Rihan whistled. "Damn. You didn't even let us help."
Ayang cracked his knuckles. "They weren't worth my time."
Mri stepped forward, looking down at the last conscious assassin. "Who sent you?"
The man spat blood.
Silence.
Then—
"You already know."
Mri's eyes darkened.
The Dragons.
The Challenge
They didn't wait.
That same night, The Revolutionary Stars walked straight into The Dragons' territory.
The air was thick with tension.
The crowd parted as Mri stepped forward, his gaze locked onto Dipangkar.
Then—
He raised his hand.
And pointed directly at Dipangkar.
"You."
The crowd murmured.
A challenge.
A direct challenge.
Dipangkar chuckled, standing up. "You think you can take me?"
Mri didn't respond.
Instead—
For the first time, a deep golden glow flickered around him.
His Yellow Aura.
The rarest Aura.
A power only heard of in legends.
The entire hall fell into stunned silence.
Even The Dragons—warriors who had seen countless battles—stood frozen.
Dipangkar's smirk faded for just a second.
Then—
He grinned.
"Fine."
He stepped forward, his own Green Aura surging.
"Let's end this."
Clash With The Commander
The arena was silent. Everyone from both the gangs were present in the Arena,a place nearby the academy.
On one side stood The Dragons.
On the other, The Revolutionary Stars.
And in the center—
Mri and Dipangkar.
The tension was suffocating.
Everyone knew this wasn't just a fight.
This was a statement.
A battle that would shake Jengraimukh Academy.
The Fighters
Dipangkar (Leader of The Dragons, Green Aura)
Height: 5'11"
Physique: Lean but muscular
Tactical Genius: Adapts to his opponent mid-fight
Unbeaten in Jengraimukh Academy
Mri (Former General of The Three Souls, Yellow Aura)
Height: 5'8"
Physique: Fit and agile
Master of Pure Combat: Instantly reads an opponent's weaknesses
Unbeaten in Dibrugarh Academy
This wasn't just strength vs. strength.
It was mind vs. mind.
The Fight Begins
Dipangkar smirked. "You think you're ready for this?"
Mri didn't reply.
He simply took his stance.
SWOOSH—
Dipangkar moved first—lightning fast!
A blur of Green Aura as he closed the distance in an instant!
His fist shot forward—
Mri tilted his head—DODGED.
WHOOSH! The air split as the punch barely missed!
Dipangkar didn't stop.
A low kick!
Mri lifted his leg. Blocked.
The crowd gasped.
Mri hadn't attacked once.
Yet he had already read Dipangkar's rhythm.
Dipangkar clicked his tongue. "Tch. So that's how it is?"
He stepped back.
Mri's eyes locked onto him. Waiting. Calculating.
Dipangkar grinned.
"Let's go all out, then."
Unleashing the Auras
Dipangkar's Green Aura EXPLODED
WHOOSH! A wave of power spread across the arena.
The audience felt their chests tighten.
This was The Dragons' Leader at full power.
But—
Mri didn't move.
He stood still. Unfazed.
Then—
His Aura flickered.
FWOOM.
A small golden glow surrounded his body.
Barely visible.
But everyone could feel it.
A chill ran down the spines of the strongest fighters present.
The Yellow Aura.
Dipangkar's grin faltered.
"...Impossible."The audience muttered.
They whispered.
"Did you see that?"
"It's real… he has the legendary Yellow Aura!"
"This changes everything!"
Dipangkar clenched his fists. "Tch… No turning back now!"
He charged.
The Exchange
BAM!
Dipangkar threw a right hook.
Mri leaned back—avoided.
WHAM!
A knee strike from Dipangkar—
Mri twisted and parried.
The crowd was stunned.
Mri hadn't landed a single hit—
Yet Dipangkar looked more and more frustrated.
He wasn't getting anywhere.
And then—
Mri moved.
One step.
Just one.
Dipangkar's eyes widened.
(He's fast—!)
Before he could react—
WHAM!
Mri's palm struck his chest!
GASP—
Dipangkar stumbled back, his breathing heavy.
It wasn't just a hit.
Mri had shut down his Aura flow.
Dipangkar looked up, realization dawning on him.
"You… can read Aura flow?"
Mri didn't answer.
His eyes were calm. Cold.
The fight was already over.
The Outcome
Dipangkar clenched his fists.
Then—
He exhaled.
And raised his hand.
"I surrender."
Silence.
Then—
The arena ERUPTED!
"HE WON?!"
"Mri just defeated The Dragons' leader?!"
"What the hell is going to happen now?!"
Mri didn't react.
He simply turned and walked away.
Ayang smirked. "Damn. You really don't hold back, huh?"
Rihan chuckled. "This academy is never going to be the same."
But Mri wasn't smiling.
Because he knew.
This wasn't the end.
It was just the beginning.