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As boring and annoying the noble complaints and demands on top of all the training were Azula could care less about it now she had a new and very personal activity to ease her mind now creating white fire. A fire supposed, to be the epitome of firebending she had read about it further and to her surprise, no firebender in history had been able to form it except the dragons of course.
Not even the mighty Avatar or the ancient Sun Warriors were able to create it if the scrolls implied about white fire, it was supposed to be: 'unbendable by another firebender, warmer than blue-fire, more powerful and improbable to bend, until now. She was known to be a prodigy, but even she had her hidden vulnerabilities. Even Zhan had acknowledged he had a few embarrassments he wouldn't want people to know. But now his beauty was her's to mold, to control, to bend and to cherish.'
Her mother had showered Zuko with them, her father did something, but those two things she didn't feel. It was strange to her because those feelings were supposed to be signs of weakness,
according to her father, but they didn't feel weakening, now that she held them. 'Oh...was it strange for her...was this supposed to be a comfort, care...love?' Azula didn't know what to think about it, for now, 'she would prod these feelings, neither accepting or denying, just feeling them.' as she plays with her hair.
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It had been two weeks later when Zhan had announced he had a new [prototype] weapon developed for the Tundra tank, aka The Glaive, Fellglaive, Legion Glaive or the GSHSW(Glaive Super-Heavy Special Weapon Tank), it can call any of this names, "let us do a demonstration, will need to be held soon, outside since it could cause a collapse to the cavern," Zhan look at one of his helpers, giving him a sealed scroll, "take this to the royal family,"
Zhan took one more look to the [prototype] and gave a bright smile.
They had arranged the testing on a remote island, far away from any spies or conspirators. The group consisted of Azula, Firelord Ozai, Li and Lo, War-Minister Qin, a few Imperial Firebender Guards, two engineers, and Zhan.
They were currently staring at a Tundra tank, outfitted with a new contraption on top, about twelve inches in height. Not very large for a supposed war-device, but they'd find out soon enough.
"Greetings to you - Royal Family, War-Minister - I have called this to demonstrate the new projectile weapon developed for the Tundra tank: the glaive launcher," said Zhan.
"The glaive, The Fellglaive or GSHSW for short," he said, one engineer, handing him the larger tri-bladed projectile. "A round piece of metal, with three curved blades attached. What do you have to say? I ask you, what do you think is the worst thing about an Earthbender?
"They're stubborn and barbaric?" asked Azula.
"They're in their natural environment?" asked the War-Minister.
"Correct. An earthbender can pull earth from beneath them. A firebender can create it, but for some reason, fire can't penetrate through the earth, not anymore," he said.
Zhan, handed the glaive, to the two engineers, who entered the Tundra tank with it.
"You can load it from inside the tank, but here's the best part," he said, pointing at a field of wooden-targets, behind a large rock. "It'll go straight...through...the rock and shatter the targets."
Azula had raised an eyebrow at his announcement Azula, knows how difficult or arrows it is for breaking stone, even normal firebending or fire in general, not that she would admit it.
"Ready!" he said, which she heard clicking and gears rotating.
"Aim!" he added, a crunching sound following and another click.
"FIRE!" he yelled, upon which the glaive flew out.
Azula could barely see it, fast as an arrow, spinning through the air, then it reached the rock, a cracking sound occurred, as it impacted the rock. She was shocked when it flew out the other end and sliced through the wooden targets.
"Any questions?" he asked, grinning and proud.
"When will it be mass-produced?" asked Ozai.
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"Enjoyed the show?" asked Zhan.
"Very much," replied Azula, twirling the white fire around her hands. "Is there anything you can't do?"
"I can't dance," he replied.
"Seriously?" 'Azula asked in a foxy tone toward Zhan.'
"I'm serious, I can't dance, as impossible as that might seem," he said.
"How could you not? Your fighting and combat skills?" she said, surprised.
"They flow freely. I don't do control since it excessively constraint my flow," Zhan answered.
"I like control, I'm perfection itself," she said, tilting her head towards him.
"Yes, but sometimes..." he said, adjusting her right hand, which held a slightly bluish fire. Relaxing it, turning the fire white again. "A little freedom gives you more control."
"I guess," she said. "I was, thinking though."
"Hmm?" he jested.
"Do you think we're ready enough to show this to my father?" she asked, a bit nervous.
"I don't know that Wildflower since it's your choice, I'd say developing to a higher level of firebending is a feat itself," he said.
"I guess so," she replied before a word caught up to her. "Wildflower?"
"You don't like it, I figured spending this much time with you...and calling you Azula, might seem to...formal," he said, chuckling.
"Come again?" she asked, confused.
"Nicknames? Isn't that what couples call each other?" he explained.
Azula blushed for a second, couple? She didn't expect him to take it this far or treat her like that, but all the signs pointed to it.
'Now that I think of it...' Azula though: all those mishaps, training, talking, hugging, kissing...guess they are a couple. And Zhan was a handsome one: striking gray eyes, charming face, gold hair. 'Oh, where did those ideas come from?!"
But he wasn't all that bad, she hated to admit it, but she didn't know what to do if he suddenly left. He was an unknown variable that made her feel safe, secure, warmer.
'Oh...have I been an idiot,' she thought. "Wildflower, huh? Am I a savage beast?"
"Nono," he replied, chuckling, "more like nature's wrath, locked in a beautiful form."
"Flatterer!" she said, closing their hands and turning around.
"I try," he replied, giving her a quick kiss.
"I think we're ready," she said.
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Ozai was quite impressed with how Azula had progressed her firebending seemed mightier and refined, her physical form, seemed stronger yet kept a feminine side to it. The boy was a vast improvement, for Azula and the war-development. Xin Zhou Zi's legacy was quite full of surprises.
Azula had finished her firebending forms but had gestured him and the twins to stay put.
"I'd like to demonstrate something. Something thought to be impossible for ages, and unbendable feat, but not anymore," said Azula. "Zhan."
He walked over to Azula, taking their 'close' stance.
"Ready?" he asked, whispering in her ear.
"Yeah," she replied, intertwining their fingers.
'Relax,' she thought, starting the mantra in her head.
'Breath,' she added, matching her breathing with his.
'Release,' she finished, feeling the fire form in their hands. By the tiny gasps she heard, she could tell they were surprised. Opening her eyes, she could practically see the shocked expression on her father's and Li and Lo's.
"Let's separate the fires now," he said suddenly.
"We haven't done that before," she replied, surprised by his idea.
"Let us do, a little show, it's simple," he said, distancing their hands slowly, separating the white fireball into two smaller ones, in each-hand. "See."
"Let's see if we can bend it, instead of just creating it," she said. "All full?"
"If that's what you wish, Wildflower," he replied, bringing their hands closer, forming a single fireball again.
"Move," he said in her ear, adjusting their leg stance.
"Aim," he added, adjusting their arms.
"Fire," he finished, their hands moving unison, sending the white fireball soaring into the sky.
"Oh yeah, we were ready...Wildflower."
"I couldn't agree more," she replied, squeezing his hand. "Ash-metal."
"Close enough," he replied, squeezing back.
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Omake learning how to fly
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In a winding valley we can see a young man with a weird contraption on his back, as the wind blow at his hair. "Well is a great sunny day, to test the machine could help one to fly" Zhan said with enthusiasm.
He pointed to his helper, "okay, run as fast as you can let the machine do its work," while the other person was shaking.
"Man, are you sure this will work?" he asks with great distress.
"You let the worrying to me go and run," he said, smiling 'not that I would tell him is just a prototype.'
Zhan made a shooting motion with his hands, "now go on the sky is waiting."
The man no let's call him buster started to run as he kept on running he got more speed, buster started to feel his feets losing contact with the ground and quickly open his eyes he was flying.
'Well, it seems that Icarus wings could work,' he was surprised at how smooth this test was going,' and soon he saw buster panicking. "If you are losing control pull, the emergency lever!"
Buster kept panicking, kept losing altitude, on the other hand, he could not hear anything, either by the air or because he was panicking and until he crashes.
"Well, at least nothing got caught on fire or exploded," Zhan smile proudly until the Icarus wing caught on fire.
"...." Zhan facepalm, he could see buster soul floating into the horizon.
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