: Peace of Earth and Restraint of Wind
The first golden rays of dawn cut through the mountains, glittering like ornaments on the vast, dewy training grounds of Tapobhumi. At its very center, a young man sat in deep meditation, the very picture of stillness.
This was Prithvyan, known to all as Anvay. Son of Dharaya and Vayansh, heir to Earth and Wind.
His robes were a deep, earthy green woven with threads of gold and white, reflecting both royalty and the forest floor. His black hair held a subtle green sheen in the sunlight, like moss on ancient stone. His eyes were the deep brown of wet soil at dusk calm, yet holding a steadiness that could halt the fiercest storm.
Around him, the air and earth performed a silent, graceful dance. A stray, aggressive gust of wind shook the trees at the field's edge. Without opening his eyes, Anvay raised a single index finger. The wind, as if chastised, gentled into a soft whisper against his skin.
He placed his other palm flat on the ground. Energy pulsed from his touch. From the soil, small, smooth stones of jade and quartz rose of their own accord, arranging themselves into a protective circle around him.
Anvay stood. The movement was fluid, natural. He drew his sword, Maruchi the symbol of Wind from its scabbard and began his forms. His strikes were swift, but controlled; his footwork precise, creating small vortices of air that stirred the grass without uprooting a single blade. He moved like a steady tree whose leaves sway in a deliberate, beautiful rhythm.
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A sharp, jagged energy tore through the morning's tranquility.
"Anvay!"
Nirag stormed onto the field like a localized hurricane. His red and blue robes were damp with nervous sweat, his mismatched eyes one crimson, one sapphire blazed with unrestrained fury.
Anvay halted his form, Maruchi poised mid-air. He turned. He saw the anger radiating from Nirag, but the calm lake of his own expression didn't ripple.
Without a word, Nirag drew Shitaksi, the blade forged from the union of Fire and Water. He lunged, a raw scream tearing from his throat as he brought the sword down with all his might.
CRASH!
Anvay's Maruchi met Shitaksi in a shower of sparks. The sound of clashing steel echoed, but Anvay's footing didn't shift an inch. He held the block, his arm steady as granite.
Nirag's eyes narrowed into furious slits. "You told Tauji! You told him I went after the demons alone! And you told him I can't control my elements!"
Anvay pushed back, breaking the deadlock. His voice was a calm river against Nirag's roaring wildfire. "I stated facts, Nirag. You did go alone. You did endanger the barrier. Was informing Headmaster Agni incorrect?"
"That wasn't danger!" Nirag spat, launching another furious series of attacks. "It was training! You should have trusted me!"
Sword against sword, their dance resumed. Clang! Clash! Ring! The sounds were violent, but the pattern was clear: Nirag was a storm of offensive, wild strikes; Anvay was an immovable mountain, parrying and deflecting with minimal, efficient movements.
Frustration fueled Nirag's assault, making it more predictable. Seizing an opening, Anvay executed a precise, disarming twist of his wrist. Clatter! Shitaksi flew from Nirag's grasp and skidded across the grass. Anvay immediately placed Maruchi on the ground beside it.
"Nirag, your anger is misplaced. Listen"
But Nirag was past listening. Humiliation burned hotter than any fire in his veins. He thrust his right palm forward.
FWOOSH!
A blazing orb of pure fire, wild and spitting, screamed toward Anvay.
Anvay's eyes widened for a fraction of a second. His left hand shot out, fingers splayed. The ground at his feet trembled, and a thick wall of compacted earth and stone erupted, swallowing the fireball with a deep thump and a cloud of dust and steam.
"Stop this!" Anvay commanded, his voice hardening for the first time.
Nirag was a conduit of pure emotion. He snarled, raising his left hand now. Puddles from the morning dew coalesced, rising into a whip-like torrent of water aimed at Anvay's head.
Anvay raised his right hand. A controlled gust of wind shot forth, not to block, but to guide. The water-jet curved harmlessly away, splashing against a distant tree.
Their battle had shifted from steel to raw element a chaotic, dazzling, and dangerous display.
It was then a blur of white and blue shot between them like a bolt of calming lightning.
"ENOUGH!"
Both youths froze. Standing between them, arms outstretched to keep them apart, was Akshansh. His chest heaved, his usually serene face etched with urgency.
"Akshansh! Move!" Nirag growled, his hands still crackling with residual energy.
"Nirag, think!" Akshansh's voice was sharp, a mirror cracking to show the reflection of consequence. "If Headmaster Agni feels this energy clash, your punishment won't just be from a father. It will be from a General."
The name 'Agni' acted like a bucket of cold water. The fire in Nirag's eyes dimmed, replaced by a sullen, simmering ember. He glared at Anvay past Akshansh's shoulder.
"You got lucky today," Nirag muttered, the words thick with resentment. He stalked over, snatched Shitaksi from the ground, and stormed off without a backward glance.
The training ground was left in a ringing silence, scarred by scorch marks, puddles, and gouges in the earth.
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