The sun had barely risen over Jengraimukh Academy, yet the air was already electric with tension.
More than just an institution, the academy was a battleground—where rivalries ignited, alliances shattered, and legends were born.
Students in academy jackets filled the pathways, some sharpening their skills in open training fields, while others gathered around towering notice boards displaying the strongest fighters' rankings.
But today, something felt different.
A fight was underway.(An official fight for power)
A Clash of Captains
In the heart of the academy courtyard, a fierce battle raged between two elite warriors:
Subho, Second Division Captain of The Dragons, and Ruhit, Second Division Captain of the Bulls of Majuli.
Their strikes were a blur of power and speed, the ground beneath them cracking under their force. The gathered crowd roared with every exchange.
Then—Ruhit surged forward, his leg cutting through the air like a blade.
A devastating roundhouse kick sent Subho hurtling towards a sharp, spiked stone wall at breakneck speed. Gasps filled the air.
Subho was seconds from impact—
And then—
A blur of motion.
A gust of wind.
Before anyone could process what happened, he was saved.
The crowd fell into stunned silence.
The one standing there, having caught Subho mid-air with effortless speed, was none other than—
Mriganko Doley (Mri)
The Undefeated General of The Three Souls.
At 5'8", his lean frame carried the weight of countless battles. His sharp jawline, dark eyes, and calm, unreadable expression made him impossible to ignore.
Yet, despite the attention, he stood there, hands in his pockets, completely unfazed.
Whispers erupted like wildfire.
"Is that really him?"
"No way… I heard he ruled Dibrugarh Academy!"
"Then why the hell is he here?"
But Mri?
He didn't care.
Dibrugarh was the past.
Jengraimukh was the new battlefield.
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The Council's Reaction
Deep inside the academy, the Student Council Chamber was heavy with silence.
Behind an ornate wooden desk, General Secretary Chandrosekhar Doley studied a single file—stamped with Mriganko Doley's transfer papers.
Across from him, arms crossed, stood Tarun Rajbongshi, President of the Disciplinary Union.
He exhaled slowly. "The Asol Tanis won't sit quietly, GS."
Chandrosekhar didn't look up. "They already know."
A pause. Then—Tarun smirked.
"Then this academy is about to become a warzone."
A Meeting with an Old Friend
Back outside, Mri walked through the Main Hall—a massive space lined with banners representing the strongest gangs.
At its center, a grand notice board displayed the current fighter rankings—a symbol of power in the academy.
He didn't even glance at it.
"Rankings don't matter. Strength does."
Then—
A shadow blocked his path.
Mri's gaze flicked up.
A familiar smirk.
"Took you long enough, Mri."
Ayang.Leader of The Revolutionary Stars.
But more than that—Mri's childhood friend.
Mri's lips twitched slightly. "Still talking too much, Ayang."
Ayang chuckled. "And you're still pretending you don't care. Welcome back, brother."
Beside him, Vice Leader Rihan crossed his arms, his sharp gaze studying Mri. "This academy isn't kind to newcomers—especially not someone like you."
Mri shrugged. "I don't need kindness."
Before Rihan could respond—
CRASH.
The thunderous sound of heavy boots against marble.
The crowd parted instantly.
A massive figure stepped forward, towering over the rest.
Broad shoulders. A scar across his cheek. Muscles like forged steel. His uniform bore a single emblem—
A Dragon's Fang.
A member of The Dragons.
The strongest gang in the academy.
His piercing gaze locked onto Mri.
"Yo! New guy. Fight me."
The hall fell silent.
Mri exhaled.
Here we go.