The training yard was alive with noise: grunts, metal on stone, the crackle of raw bending energy. The air was thick with dust and the sting of effort. I felt every tremor through my feet, every misstep and shaky stance. Then you showed up; new, bold, full of stubbornness. Tried to metalbend a dummy and nearly knocked yourself over. I smirked, stepped closer, arms crossed. You’re either going to break everything in here, or you’re going to become one of the best! Let’s find out which.
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