The Man Behind The Curtain

The assembly hall was filled with murmurs as students gathered, curiosity and confusion written on their faces. It was rare for the headmaster to call a meeting, and when he did, it usually meant something significant.

Mri stood at the back with Ayang, Jasmine, and the Revolutionary Stars at the back of them,watching the stage with sharp eyes. He had been at the academy for some time now, yet he had never once met the headmaster in person. No one really had.

All the 12000 students were there with all there respective gangs.

And then, the room fell silent.

A single figure walked onto the stage.

Basanta Kutum – The Principal

The man who stood before them didn't look like someone extraordinary.

Dressed in a simple black tunic, his long dark hair tied back, and sharp glasses resting on the bridge of his nose, Basanta Kutum had the aura of an ordinary administrator.

His presence was calm, almost unremarkable—except for his eyes.

Cold. Calculating.

They swept over the room like a predator studying its prey.

Mri narrowed his gaze.

Something is off…

From the moment Basanta Kutum stepped onto the stage, Mri felt something deep inside him stir. A hidden force, something overwhelming yet carefully contained.

Basanta's aura was green.

Not the usual vibrant green of life and energy, but something darker. Reawakened. Controlled.

Mri clenched his fists.

He's hiding his true power.

No one else seemed to notice. The students saw only a principal, a leader of the academy.

But Mri?

He saw a monster in disguise.

The Speech

Basanta stepped forward and spoke in a voice that was calm, measured, and firm.

"Students of the Academy, you are here to become something more than you are. Stronger. Smarter. Unstoppable. But power without discipline is chaos."

His gaze swept across the hall, sending a chill through many of the students.

"From this moment on, your training will intensify. There will be no shortcuts, no easy paths. You will either rise… or you will break."

Mri's jaw tightened. So he was finally revealing his real methods.

The Sport Union President - Ujjwal Kuli,stood up and told them about the upcoming Annual Sports Week of Jengraimukh Academy.

Miss Ananya Kutum

After Basanta finished his speech, a woman stepped up beside him.

Tall, graceful, yet radiating an intense presence, Miss Ananya Kutum was the academy's advanced tactics and aura control instructor.

Unlike Basanta, she did not hide her strength.

Her amber eyes were sharp, and the way she carried herself screamed discipline and precision.

"Starting tomorrow," she said, her voice smooth yet commanding, "you will all be divided into specialized training groups. Those who cannot keep up… will not continue.There will be selection of 5 S Rank students for a grand event. So everyone ,be ready."

A murmur rippled through the students.

Mri smirked slightly. Things were about to get interesting.

After the Meeting – A Silent Challenge

As the students left the hall, Mri felt a gaze on him.

He turned.

Basanta Kutum was looking straight at him.

For a brief moment, something passed between them.

An understanding.

A challenge.

Basanta's lips curled into the faintest smirk before he turned away, disappearing into the shadows.

Mri exhaled.

This man… he's dangerous.

And for the first time in a while, Mri felt the thrill of something new.

A real challenge.

Two Days Before The Annual Sports Week

Jengraimukh Academy buzzed with excitement as students filled the common halls, corridors, and training grounds. Conversations about the Annual Sports Week echoed everywhere. This was more than just a competition—it was a chance to prove their strength, win gold medals and trophies, and leave a mark in the academy's history.

Inside the Student Council Room, the Student Union had gathered for the final discussions.

Inside the Student Union Room

Chandrosekhar Doley, the General Secretary, leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. "Alright, everyone, the Sports Week is in two days. Let's finalize the games and event lineup."

Lohit Kashyap, the Assistant General Secretary, nodded. "The students have already submitted their preferred games. We have multiple categories this time—combat sports, track and field, team battles, and even an endurance challenge."

Meghali Doley, the Event President, added, "And don't forget, the top three winners in each event will receive medals and trophies from the Academy itself. So, competition is going to be intense."

Miss Ananya Kutum, the teacher overseeing the event, smiled. "This year is special. The top five students from this competition will also get a chance to qualify for the Grand Event at Arunachal Pradesh Academy."

The room fell silent for a moment. This was the biggest incentive—the strongest students would be recognized not just in Jengraimukh Academy but beyond.

Meanwhile, in the Academy Grounds

Students had gathered in groups, discussing which events they would participate in. The Revolutionary Stars, The Dragons, and other strong groups were already picking their best players.

In the cafeteria, Ayang, Mri, and Rihan sat together with other members of the Revolutionary Stars.

Tanuja (1st Division Captain) smirked. "I'm taking the one-on-one combat event. I want to see how strong the others really are."

Roman (Vice-Captain, 1st Division) laughed. "Yeah, but watch out. Some of the Dragons are joining that too."

Pankaj (Vice-Captain, 6th Division) turned to Mri. "What about you, Mri? What game are you joining?"

Mri took a sip of his tea and shrugged. "I haven't decided yet."

Deba (Vice-Captain, 2nd Division) grinned. "We all know Mri is undefeated in Dibrugarh. Maybe he should just enter every event and give others no chance."

Everyone laughed, but Ayang glanced at Mri with curiosity. There was something about Mri's strength that even he hadn't fully figured out yet.

In Another Corner of the Academy

Meanwhile, members of the Amai Gang sat in the shadows, whispering among themselves.

Biplob Doley, the leader of the Amai Gang, smirked. "The Revolutionary Stars and The Dragons are all focused on the Sports Week… They don't even realize we're playing our own game."

Amai Gang members chuckled. They had their own plans to disrupt the tournament and create chaos.