G-Rise: 0 & ♾️
Synopsis
In G-Rise:0 & ♾️, the Jengraimukh Academy selects seven students to represent them in a prestigious inter-academy tournament held in Goa, India. Among them is Ankit Baxla, a quiet and unassuming student whose true potential remains hidden from everyone.
As the competition unfolds, Ankit shocks everyone by defeating some of the strongest fighters, displaying skills that even his own teammates never expected. Meanwhile, the team enjoys the chaotic fun of Goa—full of beachside banter, hilarious moments, and unexpected friendships with students from other academies, including Asmit Roy from Kolkata Academy.
However, beneath the fun and games, a darker mystery begins to unfold. In the shadows, a mysterious figure watches Ankit, revealing that his Yellow Aura is something unnatural—something that shouldn't even exist. As the tournament reaches its climax, Ankit starts to question his own identity, his origins, and the real reason why he possesses such an extraordinary power.
As the final battle approaches, one thing becomes clear—Ankit is no ordinary fighter. And now that the world has seen his strength, more powerful enemies will start to appear…
Chapter 1: Welcome to the Grand Tournament!
The sun was blazing over Goa as the Jengraimukh Academy team stepped out of the airport. The fresh sea breeze hit their faces, and before anyone could say anything—
"BEACH! WE'RE GOING TO THE BEACH FIRST!" screamed Sanchari, already running towards nowhere in particular.
Rubi grabbed her by the collar and yanked her back. "We literally just landed. Can we go to the hotel first?"
Tashmia sighed. "Sanchari, control your excitement. We came here to win, not to play."
"Winning? Oh please," Karanjit smirked, stretching lazily. "I'm only here for the free food and the chance to impress girls."
Rishav adjusted his glasses, looking around nervously. "Guys… um, where's Ankit?"
They all turned around.
Ankit Baxla was still at the airport entrance, calmly standing there with his suitcase, watching his insanely loud teammates cause a scene. A deep sigh escaped his lips as he whispered, "Why did I agree to this trip?"
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The Tournament Begins
The Goa Academy Stadium was massive, filled with banners from 10 different academies from all over India. The Jengraimukh team was led to their assigned dorms, but not before a big announcement was made:
"WELCOME TO THE GRAND INTER-ACADEMY TOURNAMENT!" the announcer's voice boomed across the stadium. "THE WINNING TEAM GETS THE CHAMPIONSHIP TROPHY AND A SECRET GRAND PRIZE!"
Sanchari immediately jumped onto Karanjit's back. "DID YOU HEAR THAT? SECRET GRAND PRIZE! WHAT IF IT'S A TRIP TO HOLLYWOOD?"
Rishav adjusted his glasses. "Statistically speaking, the chances of that happening are—"
"SHUT UP, RISHAV!" everyone yelled.
Ankit stayed at the back, arms crossed, observing the teams. Goa Academy, Delhi Academy, Kolkata Academy… and many more. His sharp eyes analyzed each competitor, but he remained silent.
That's when they met Asmit Roy from Kolkata Academy.
"Yo! So you guys are from Jengraimukh Academy, huh?" Asmit grinned. "Hope you're ready for some competition!"
Karanjit smirked. "Competition? Please. We're here to dominate."
Sanchari dramatically flicked her hair. "We have ME in the team. That's already a victory."
Rishav facepalmed. "We are going to die."
Ankit, as always, just stood there quietly. But Asmit noticed something. This guy… doesn't talk much. But he's observing everything.
"Something tells me you're not an ordinary guy, Ankit Baxla." Asmit said casually.
Ankit gave a small smirk but said nothing.
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The First Challenge: Strategy War!
The tournament kicked off with Strategy War, a chess-like battle where teams had to move giant pieces across a battlefield while also physically fighting on the board.
As the round began, Rishav immediately started calculating. "Alright, based on probability and tactical analysis, we should move the knight piece first—"
Karanjit had already picked up the knight piece and YEETED it across the board.
Rishav screamed. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS!"
"Chill, nerd. I'm improvising." Karanjit grinned.
Meanwhile, Sanchari was screaming attack moves like an anime character. "FLAMING DRAGON PUNCH!" (She had no flames. Just a normal punch.)
Ankit watched all of this chaos unfold while standing completely still. Finally, he sighed and made one move.
Within five minutes, the Jengraimukh Academy team had won.
Everyone stared at Ankit.
"Wait… what just happened?" Karanjit asked.
Asmit laughed from the audience. "You guys don't even realize it, do you? Your quietest teammate just carried the entire round."
Tashmia turned to Ankit. "Did you… plan every move from the beginning?"
Ankit simply shrugged. "It was obvious."
Chapter 2: The Combat Battles Begin!
After their shocking victory in the Strategy War, the Jengraimukh Academy team was in high spirits—well, most of them.
"DID YOU SEE ME OUT THERE?" Sanchari yelled, striking a dramatic pose in the dorm common room. "I was on FIRE! My Flaming Dragon Punch was LEGENDARY!"
Tashmia, arms crossed, rolled her eyes. "Sanchari, there was no flame. Just a normal punch."
Sanchari dramatically gasped, clutching her chest. "How dare you insult my techniques?!"
Karanjit smirked, lying on the couch. "The real MVP was me, obviously. I literally threw a chess piece like a pro."
Rishav, still recovering from the horrors of their strategy (or lack thereof), shook his head. "You two have no idea what actually happened. Ankit planned everything."
At the mention of his name, Ankit Baxla, who was sitting silently in the corner with a book, looked up.
"Huh?"
Tashmia turned to him. "Ankit, be honest. Did you plan all our moves in advance?"
Ankit blinked. "Well… yeah."
Everyone: "…"
Rubi clapped her hands. "I KNEW IT! You've been hiding your skills, haven't you?"
Before Ankit could reply, a loudspeaker announcement cut through the conversation.
"ATTENTION, COMPETITORS! THE NEXT ROUND—THE COMBAT BATTLES—WILL BEGIN SHORTLY. TEAMS, PLEASE REPORT TO THE STADIUM!"
Sanchari jumped up, punching the air. "FINALLY! A FIGHT! LET'S GO!!"
Tashmia sighed. "Please don't embarrass us."
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Goa Academy Stadium – Combat Arena
The stadium was packed with students from all 10 competing academies. The Combat Battles were a 1v1 knockout-style tournament, meaning that if a competitor lost, they were eliminated from fighting in future rounds.
The matchups were being displayed on the massive screens.
Match 1: Karanjit Baro (Jengraimukh Academy) vs. Manish Sharma (Delhi Academy)
Match 2: Rishav Medhi (Jengraimukh Academy) vs. Anaya Das (Assam Academy)
Match 3: Sanchari Sen (Jengraimukh Academy) vs. Arjun Kapoor (Goa Academy)
…and so on.
Ankit's name wasn't on the list.
"Wait, why am I not fighting?" Ankit asked, frowning.
Asmit Roy, from Kolkata Academy, smirked as he walked past. "Only five members from each team fight. Since you didn't register yourself, you're on the bench."
Karanjit put an arm around Ankit. "Cheer up, genius. You get to watch us DESTROY the competition!"
Rishav: "We are going to die."
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Match 1: Karanjit Baro vs. Manish Sharma
Karanjit stepped into the ring, cracking his knuckles. His opponent, Manish Sharma, was a serious-looking guy with a black belt in karate.
"I will not go easy on you," Manish said, getting into a stance.
Karanjit yawned. "Yeah, yeah, let's get this over with."
The referee raised his hand. "FIGHT!"
Within two seconds—
BAM!
Manish was on the ground.
Karanjit smirked, shaking his fist. "One punch. Too easy."
The crowd went silent. Then—
"OIIIIII!!!" Sanchari screamed. "YOU STOLE MY FLAMING DRAGON PUNCH!"
Karanjit shrugged. "Unlike you, mine actually worked."
Result: Karanjit wins.
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Match 2: Rishav Medhi vs. Anaya Das
Rishav stepped into the ring, sweating bullets. His opponent, Anaya Das, was a calm and collected fighter known for her fast reflexes.
"Alright," Rishav mumbled to himself. "If I calculate the probability of dodging her attacks based on speed—"
"FIGHT!"
Before Rishav could react—
WHAM!
SLAM!
Rishav was flat on the ground.
"MATCH OVER! WINNER: ANAYA DAS!"
The crowd burst into laughter. Karanjit shook his head. "Wow. That was the fastest loss I've ever seen."
Sanchari smirked. "Rishav, next time, try fighting instead of doing MATH."
Rishav, still lying on the ground: "I regret everything."
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Match 3: Sanchari Sen vs. Arjun Kapoor
Sanchari stepped into the ring, dramatically pointing at Arjun Kapoor. "I HOPE YOU'RE READY! BECAUSE I'M ABOUT TO UNLEASH MY FULL POWER!"
Arjun, a muscular guy, just crossed his arms. "Okay?"
"FIGHT!"
Sanchari dashed forward. "FLAMING DRAGON PUNCH—"
Arjun dodged.
Sanchari tripped on her own feet.
Sanchari fell.
Sanchari knocked herself out.
The entire stadium: "…"
Karanjit: "That was embarrassing."
Tashmia facepalmed. "I don't know her. I don't know any of these people."
Result: Arjun Kapoor wins.
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Later That Night – Hotel Rooms
Back at the hotel, the team was recovering from their fights.
Rishav sat in a corner, depressed. "I didn't even last five seconds."
Sanchari groaned. "I should've won that fight."
Tashmia: "You tripped over your own feet."
Karanjit was the only one feeling good. "Well, at least I won."
Rubi crossed her arms. "We need to win the next rounds if we want to stay in the competition."
That's when Ankit, who had been silent the whole time, suddenly spoke.
"We don't have to worry. I already figured out how we're going to win this tournament."
Everyone turned to him.
Tashmia narrowed her eyes. "And how exactly do you know that?"
Ankit gave a small smile. "Because I've been observing everything… and I know our opponents' weaknesses."
Chapter 3: The Comeback Plan!
The mood inside the Jengraimukh Academy team's hotel room was... tragic.
Sanchari was lying flat on the floor, groaning. "I can't believe I lost to gravity."
Rishav was sitting in the corner, hugging his knees. "I didn't even get to try."
Karanjit, the only one who won his match, had his feet up on the table. "I carried this entire team."
Rubi, Priyanshi, and Tashmia sat with their arms crossed, glaring at the guys.
"We need to win the next rounds." Tashmia sighed. "If we lose again, we're out of the tournament."
That's when Ankit, who had been sitting silently, spoke up.
"We won't lose."
Everyone turned to him.
Sanchari sat up. "And how do you know that, Mr. Silent Genius?"
Ankit adjusted his glasses. "Because I've already figured out how to win."
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Operation: Victory
The team gathered around Ankit, who had drawn a detailed battle plan on a whiteboard. Where he got the whiteboard? Nobody knew.
"First of all," Ankit started, "our biggest weakness is that we rely too much on improvisation."
Sanchari: "Yeah, so?"
"So, that's why Rishav got knocked out in five seconds."
Rishav: "I WAS NOT READY!"
Karanjit smirked. "I didn't need a plan. I just won."
Ankit gave him a blank stare. "You got lucky. Your next opponent will counter you easily."
Karanjit: "Pfft. As if."
Tashmia raised an eyebrow. "Okay, smart guy. What's the plan?"
Ankit smirked.
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The Next Day – Combat Battle Round 2
The Goa Academy Stadium was packed once again. The second round of Combat Battles was about to begin, and Jengraimukh Academy needed to win at least three matches to stay in the tournament.
Match 1: Rishav Medhi vs. Vikram Iyer (Chennai Academy)
Rishav stood in the ring, looking slightly less terrified than yesterday.
Vikram, a tall guy with a confident smirk, cracked his knuckles. "Hope you're ready to lose."
Rishav took a deep breath and muttered to himself. "Trust the plan... Trust the plan..."
The referee raised his hand. "FIGHT!"
Vikram immediately dashed forward, throwing a powerful punch—
—And missed completely as Rishav ducked at the last second.
"WH-WHAT?!" Vikram stumbled forward.
Rishav didn't fight back. Instead, he kept dodging every single attack, moving exactly like Ankit told him to.
Vikram started getting frustrated. "STOP MOVING AND FIGHT ME!"
Rishav smirked. "No thanks."
Ankit, watching from the stands, nodded. "Vikram is powerful but has a short temper. The longer the fight goes, the more careless he gets."
And just like that—Vikram overcommitted on a punch, lost his balance, and Rishav knocked him out with a single counterattack.
MATCH OVER! WINNER: RISHAV MEDHI!
The Jengraimukh Academy team exploded with cheers.
Sanchari: "NO WAY! HE ACTUALLY WON?!"
Karanjit: "Unbelievable. He followed Ankit's plan and actually won."
Rishav, holding his arms up: "I AM A GENIUS!"
Ankit: "No, I am. You just listened."
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Match 2: Sanchari Sen vs. Neha Sharma (Jaipur Academy)
Sanchari stepped into the ring, bouncing on her feet.
Neha, a serious-looking martial artist, cracked her knuckles. "I saw your last fight. You're not very stable."
Sanchari smirked. "Yeah, but I'm unpredictable!"
Neha lunged forward—
—And Sanchari tripped again.
But this time…
SHE ACCIDENTALLY DODGED THE ATTACK.
The entire stadium: "..."
Ankit facepalmed. "This was not part of the plan."
Neha, confused, tried attacking again. Sanchari, trying to stand up, fell backward and dodged again.
The referee looked at Sanchari. "Are you… are you even trying?"
Sanchari: "YES. NO. I DON'T KNOW."
Neha got so frustrated that she made a mistake, allowing Sanchari to land a random, completely accidental knockout punch.
MATCH OVER! WINNER: SANCHARI SEN!
The Jengraimukh team was stunned.
Karanjit: "That... That should NOT have worked."
Tashmia: "I give up. I don't understand life anymore."
Sanchari stood up, raising her fists. "I HAVE MASTERED THE ART OF UNPREDICTABILITY!"
Rishav: "No, you just mastered tripping over your own feet."
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Match 3: Karanjit Baro vs. Aarav Mishra (Lucknow Academy)
Karanjit walked into the ring confidently. Aarav, his opponent, was a kickboxing champion known for his fast, powerful attacks.
Ankit, from the stands, called out. "Karanjit! Stick to the plan!"
Karanjit grinned. "I have my own plan."
Ankit: "Oh no."
The referee raised his hand. "FIGHT!"
Aarav attacked with a powerful kick—
—And Karanjit punched forward at the same time.
BOTH ATTACKS LANDED AT ONCE.
BAM!
Both fighters staggered back, dizzy.
Aarav groaned. "Ugh… what was that punch…?"
Karanjit wobbled. "Oof… that kick was… strong…"
Both of them stood still, staring at each other.
Karanjit then slowly tilted sideways and collapsed.
Aarav collapsed two seconds later.
The referee ran over. "Uh… Who's still conscious?"
Both fighters groaned.
The referee raised his arms. "DOUBLE KNOCKOUT! BOTH FIGHTERS LOSE!"
Jengraimukh Team: "KARANJIT, YOU IDIOT!"
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Final Scores & Next Round
With two wins and one loss, Jengraimukh Academy survived elimination.
Asmit Roy, from Kolkata Academy, clapped as he walked over to them. "Not bad. But you're going to need more than luck next time."
Ankit adjusted his glasses. "Don't worry. I've already planned for the next round."
Tashmia glanced at him. "You really are a genius, huh?"
Ankit smiled slightly. "Maybe. But I'd rather let my plans do the talking."