Kyudai Genso Academy

"Ha... Ha... Ha! I just ship Jin with that Shiba guy! last time... this is what we call Karma." Sei, feeling exhausted, paused her running and settled down on the nearby bench. She leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes as if she were asleep.

In the Academy's conference room, the Dean and faculty members gathered to discuss recent incidents and review the students' timetable. The atmosphere was thick with urgency and focus as they convened around the long table, each person armed with either a stack of paperwork or digital devices.

A mix of concern and determination permeated the room as they prepared for the upcoming tasks related to the second-year students.

"Let's wrap up this meeting," the Dean declared, his voice embodying the weight of responsibility and leadership. As the other teachers began to depart, Nakamura-sensei, known for her straightforward and attentive nature, was the first to share her thoughts.

"What about the students who were injured? I saw one of them heading toward Dean Fumihiro's office," Nakamura-sensei remarked, her expression reflecting the Dean's worry.

"Shin?" he inquired, to which Nakamura-sensei simply nodded in acknowledgment. He remained silent, and Nakamura-sensei understood that it was an excuse for her departure.

The training room was alive with an intensity that could only be described as incandescent. Takeru, standing in the center, felt the pulsating energy around him, a testament to the power he was beginning to harness.

His katana, a family heirloom passed down through generations, was not just a weapon but a conduit for the fire that coursed through his veins.

With each breath, Takeru could feel the fire within him responding, a living entity eager to be unleashed. He knew that mastering this power required not only strength but control—a delicate balance that would determine his success at Fukurodani Academy.

Takeru focused his thoughts, allowing the fiery energy to envelop him completely. The room seemed to shimmer with heat waves, distorting the air as if it were a mirage.

The steam that filled the space was a byproduct of his burgeoning power, a testament to the raw potential that lay within him.

As Takeru centered himself, he recalled the lessons from his family. The Shiba Clan had always revered fire, not just for its destructive capabilities but for its role as a purifier and symbol of rebirth. Fire, when controlled, could illuminate the darkest paths and forge the strongest bonds.

With a deep, steadying breath, Takeru began the intricate movements of the kata, each swing of his katana accompanied by a surge of fiery energy. The blade seemed to dance in his hands, trailing sparks that flickered and died in the air around him.

"Concentrate," he murmured under his breath, "Control the flames... and if you want to defeat that guy!"

With a final, decisive swing, Takeru brought his katana down, a torrent of flame erupting from the blade in a brilliant arc. The fire roared to life, filling the room with a radiant glow before dissipating into the ether.

Breathing heavily, Takeru lowered his katana and surveyed the room, now filled with the scent of singed air and the lingering warmth of his power.

A sense of accomplishment washed over him, tempered by the knowledge that there was still much to learn. He sheathed his katana, feeling the fire within him settle into a steady, comforting presence.

"So, you're here," someone said as they entered the room, catching Takeru's attention and prompting him to turn around.

"Jin!" Takeru exclaimed, and Jin simply nodded in response.

"I heard from the nurse. Thank you for coming to see me," Jin said as he walked over to retrieve the bokken and turned to Takeru.

"I'll help you with your training."

Jin steps in front of Takeru, preparing to engage in training, the aura of his guardian flaring to life beside him. The training room seemed to pulse with energy as the two boys readied themselves for the session ahead.

Takeru adjusted his stance, feeling the familiar weight of his katana in his hands. He released the guardian and took hold of the bokken.

The two began their exercises, moving in synchronized harmony. Each swing of their blades was precise, a testament to their dedication and growing mastery. The room filled with the rhythmic sound of steel cutting through the air, a melody of effort and aspiration.

As they trained, Takeru felt the fire within him respond to Jin's presence, a mutual understanding forming between them. It was as if their respective elements—fire and air—danced together, creating an intricate balance that fueled their progress.

The training continued with an invigorating intensity, the clash of their bokkens echoing throughout the room. As Takeru and Jin moved in intricate patterns, the air seemed to vibrate with their combined power, each strike and parry a testament to their growing abilities.

As the session continued, Takeru experienced a profound transformation. The fire within him, which had always been a constant presence, suddenly surged with a potent intensity. It felt like a dam had broken, unleashing a torrent of energy that threatened to overwhelm him.

His vision began to blur, and the edges of his awareness faded as the fiery aura enveloped him entirely. The familiar training room morphed into a whirlwind of heat and light, the air charged with the ferocity of his power.

Jin, noticing the shift in Takeru, stepped back with a wary expression, his eyes widening at the sight of Takeru's metamorphosis. The flames surrounding Takeru flickered wildly, their colors shifting from warm amber to fierce crimson.

"Takeru?!" Jin exclaimed, a mix of concern and urgency in his tone. "Oi!... Can you hear me?"

But Takeru's reply was drowned out by the roar of the flames, his consciousness submerged beneath the wave of power. His movements became erratic, the once fluid kata transforming into a chaotic display of unrestrained energy.

The fire within him took control, altering his demeanor and pushing him into a primal frenzy. His eyes, typically filled with determination, now shone with an otherworldly light, reflecting the chaotic force that had seized him.

Realizing he needed to act swiftly, Jin's own aura ignited as he prepared to intervene. The air around him swirled with potent energy, responding to his resolve as he faced the transformed Takeru.

"Hahhhh!!!!..." Jin appeared bewildered, yet concern for Takeru was evident in his expression.

"Souta!" Jin called, summoning the full strength of his wind guardian.

''Hayoh!!..''