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[Setting: The massive campus of Viraat Academy, a hidden sector in Delhi-NCR.]
The Academy loomed like an impenetrable fortress. It was a breathtaking fusion of cutting-edge technology and ancient training grounds. Vikram led Shiv toward a grand central hall, where a colossal, glowing leaderboard dominated the far wall.
"There are exactly one thousand students here," Vikram said, his voice echoing. "But these aren't just street fighters. They are the finest 'Prana' users in the country. Your goal is to break into the Top 10 of this Academy. Only then will you have a chance to enter the World Leaderboard's Top 50."
As they spoke, the crowd of students parted. A boy stepped forward, his presence so intense that the air seemed to hum. Faint sparks of blue electricity—Lightning—crackle-danced around his frame. This was Veer.
"So, this is him?" Veer sneered, his eyes scanning Shiv with pure disdain. "The son of Aryaman? Honestly, he looks like nothing more than a common street thug."
Vikram leaned in, his voice a low whisper. "Be careful, Shiv. That's Veer. His father was your father's greatest rival, ranked Number 6 in the world. Veer is the top-ranked student here at Viraat Academy, and his Body State is Lightning."
Veer stepped into Shiv's personal space, leaning close to his ear. The smell of ozone filled the air.
"Your father's death robbed my father of the chance to prove he was the superior warrior," Veer hissed. "But I will settle that debt by crushing you. See you in class, 'Legacy' boy."
Shiv remained silent, but deep within his pupils, a faint, earthy brown glow of 'Shen' flickered for a split second. He didn't need words. He understood perfectly: in this place, survival wasn't just about martial arts. It was about shattering his own limits.
[Chapter 2: Continue— T-Status and the First Duel]
The training instructor, Sir Dixit, walked into the center of the ring. He was a man of pure muscle, his presence commanding absolute silence.
"Listen up!" Sir Dixit's voice boomed. "Every student here is defined by their Body Status. F for Fire, W for Water, L for Lightning... these elements dictate your path. Shiv, it's time for your PCP Test."
Shiv was led to a high-tech chamber. A metallic helmet was placed on his head. The machines hummed, scanning the depths of his Prana. Suddenly, the monitor flickered wildly, displaying a character no one had seen before.
"Status: T"
The testing officer gasped, "This... this is impossible! There is no such thing as a T-status in the records!"
Arav, Shiv's new roommate, whispered in shock, "T? Every unique status is a mix, like Z or V. But T is completely unknown. What kind of power is this?"
Shiv didn't have time to process the news. Sir Dixit pointed toward the sparring ring. Standing there was Kavya, the top female fighter of Class A. Her eyes were cold, her posture perfect.
"Kavya's status is Z—a lethal mix of Fire and Water," Arav warned. "She's an expert in Muay Thai. Shiv, be careful. She hates anyone who gets in through 'legacy' rather than hard work."
Kavya smirked, wrapping her hands. "Let's see if that 'T' stands for 'Trash' or 'Talent'. Don't cry when I break your bones, Legacy Boy."
Shiv stepped into the ring. He could feel the 'boiling fire' in his chest again. He didn't know what 'T' meant yet, but as he raised his fists in a boxing stance, he felt a strange sense of clarity. Every movement around him seemed to slow down.
"Fight!" Sir Dixit commanded.
Kavya moved like a blur, her explosive speed leaving an afterimage. The duel for respect had officially begun