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.
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."
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.