Avatar-The Mandate of Heaven

The mountain ranges of the Earth Kingdom are vast and impressive, with tall peaks dominating certain areas in the southern part of the continent. Though not as towering as the Air Temple mountains, the sight of these formations covered in lush trees and lively vegetation is still soothing.

"It's beautiful," Jinora remarked. "I've flown over the Earth Kingdom many times, but I've never been here before."

Witnessing untouched scenery that still retains its natural beauty is indeed a blessing. They are even fortunate enough to witness the big and small beasts that call these mountains home.

Of course, no trip would be complete without some squabbling between the three siblings. Despite their age, it seems that a certain part of childhood still remains. Meelo and Ikki would never miss a chance to irritate their more responsible eldest sister. Although Jinora is a respected Airbending Master, she still finds it difficult to maintain a wise and patient demeanor when dealing with annoying siblings.

"Perhaps we should also bring something for Mother and Rohan," Jinora suggested. "Maybe some local flowers would suffice."

As expected, Ikki and Meelo fought to mock this attempt to assert a more serious demeanor.

A small smile crossed Tenzin's face. Watching his children relax in nature brought him some solace, almost causing him to forget his many, many burdens. Although the Air Nomads have no single leader akin to a monarch or chieftain, there is an unwritten consensus that every pilgrim, acolyte, monk, and abbot subscribes to. Almost all ascetics view Tenzin as the spiritual leader who shoulders the entire culture. Born as the son of Aang, the Last Airbender who saved the world, this master Airbender inherited his father's will to restore the ancient Air Nomad culture. At the same time, such a paramount legacy means he will always live in his father's shadow, hoping to fulfill the herculean expectations imparted by the entire world. With such weight on his shoulders, failure is simply not an option.

Tenzin glanced at the prisoner, who is presumably sleeping at the back of the saddle. She is restrained, posing no danger to them. While he disdains the heretical belief known as the Eternal Balance, he does not hate this misguided youth, who is not much younger than his youngest son. He reminded Ikki and Meelo not to neglect this potential threat, and they promised to resolutely abide by their oath.

"It's not like the remaining journey is far!" Meelo stated cheekily. He noticed a particular mountain that is wide and elongated. Based on this geographical deduction, the four Air Nomads knew that their destination lay beyond that summit.

Tenzin addressed his three disciples. "Children, we will be meeting General Tan Ke. His base should be located behind that mountain. Once we hand this girl over to his custody, we shall resume our search for the-"

Their expressions froze. As their Sky Bison positioned themselves above the mountain, they are beset by a vivid sight. What was once a serene landscape now danced with furious flames of destruction. Tendrils of fire greedily consumed the many villages nestled in the valley, reducing them to dying silhouettes. Thick air filled with acrid scent grasped skyward, forcing the Air Nomads to cover their faces in despair. Every stone temple dedicated to spirits and deities crumbled upon finally succumbing to the insatiable blaze that roared relentlessly. It seemed not an inch of land within the abyss of fire was spared from the macabre orchestra of grotesque torment.

It was apocalyptic. The fire was so encompassing, it felt as if the heavens were weeping. This sight almost mirrored the hellish realm depicted in some ancient Air Nomad murals, where suffering is everlasting.

"W-what happened here?" Jinora asked with a voice that is barely a whisper amidst the chaos.

They tried to steer clear of the thick, suffocating smoke. Ikki looked downward, noticing that not even the local Yang Chen statue was spared. She reassured them that there is no one in need of rescue, though her words held little optimism.

"Maybe a bandit attack?" Meelo suggested. "There are plenty of those around these lands."

Such a theory, however, failed to account for the sheer scale of destruction before them. The entire valley was engulfed in wanton crimson. No greedy cutthroats would be foolish enough to produce such potent fire merely to ravage a few small villages. Furthermore, it is almost impossible for some random band of bandits to procure enough resources to replicate this hellish scene. Only the power of Sozin's comet could compare.

To Tenzin's knowledge, the local area isn't very wealthy. Aside from the rice terraces, the rural peasants possessed little. Not even an invading army from another state could dream of replicating this devastation for so little gain.

"Quick, we must go to General Tan Ke!" Tenzin urged their Sky Bison, Oogi, to hasten through the thick, poisonous smoke.

They soon arrived at another mountain peak, one housing a military base built with grey-colored earth. They flew into the hendecagon-shaped walled camp, immediately sensing a foreboding silence.

No sentries. No sound of roaring engines. Tenzin landed their Sky Bison next to a storage building, cautioning his children to remain vigilant. Although these mountain peaks were specifically chosen so that no one could access them without flying, the master Airbender still sensed that something was amiss.

"General Tan Ke?" He called out, investigating the nearby towers, finding no guards.

Meelo quickly pointed out that all the weapons in the base's storage is missing, suggesting a recent attack.

"But this place doesn't seem to have seen much fighting," Ikki added.

The lack of destruction here is indeed suspicious. The reason they felt comfortable landing at the base was due to the hendecagon wall's lack of a breach. Usually, the sentries would notice the Sky Bison and allow passage, but there are no signs of fierce resistance here.

Tenzin found another strange piece of evidence. There is a half-empty pot of soup, still warm. Someone had been here recently but had quickly abandoned the site.

He stood up, looking at the the metal pole that is missing the United Republic's flag. A quick shout from Jinora alerted them all. Tenzin rushed into the base's medical tent. At first, he was confronted by the blood-stained bed sheets, but was strangely relieved that no patients remained to suffer. The sight of rotting corpses would have been quite gruesome, though unfortunately common in this war-torn continent.

All supplies had been looted cleanly. There was a letter left on the table, beside a shattered radio.

"Is it from General Tan Ke?" Tenzin asked hopefully.

"No," Jinora said, her expression wary as she handed him the letter, letting the crude writing do its work.

You can kill many of us, but we will still win

The elderly monk pondered, unsure of who could have written the letter. It was possible that it came from a local band of thieves who harbored grievances against the people inside the base. But this explanation didn't account for the disappearance of General Tan Ke and everyone else in the establishment.

Turning around, Tenzin examined the severely damaged radio, a giant metal block of hardware seemingly chopped by a large blunt blade. Yet, an even more peculiar scene captivated him.

On the same table lay a Pai Sho board with two broken White Lotus tiles on opposite sides. Tenzin examined the other pieces positioned on the board, forming his own conclusions about the two individuals who had played this game right there.

"We are leaving," Tenzin declared. "There is another base around here, we will try our luck there."

They departed from the empty base and flew to their next destination. Despite being high above the clouds, the sharp-eyed Air Nomads could still spot the smallest details on the ground.

Ikki quickly alerted them to a small file of refugees traversing a path through the middle of a forest. Instinctively, Tenzin guided their Sky Bison toward that area. Surrounded by thick vegetation untouched by whoever destroyed the villages, the elder introduced himself.

"Greetings," he said.

The sudden appearance of an Air Nomad startled the group of approximately twenty people. Composed mainly of the weak and frail, the heavily injured are carried on wooden stretchers. Obvious burn marks across their faces and limbs were a dreaded indication that they are locals who barely survived the fire.

The children huddled together, hiding behind a woman who may or may not be their mother. The frail elders stared hopelessly. Amongst this utterly defenseless group of survivors, only one thin man seemed brave enough to approach the old monk.

"W-who are you?" The man's voice trembled with desperation and hunger, laced with a great ounce of suspicion. Tenzin sensed their fear, observing the man's trembling hands and ghastly expression, products of witnessing hell itself. It was a miracle that these people are even alive.

"That's my dad, Master Tenzin!" Meelo chimed in. "How come you people don't know? He's sort of famous."

Jinora waved at her brother to cease this improper conduct. While the venerable Master Tenzin is a renowned figure, being the son of Aang and highly esteemed amongst the Air Nomads, this didn't guarantee instant recognition from every commoner across rural Earth Kingdom. Unlike cities such as Ba Sing Se or Omashu, where governors or sages held grand processions to greet this master, here, it is only clueless rural peasants who had narrowly survived the horror that decimated their former homes.

Tenzin humbly introduced himself and his three children, slowly establishing rapport. Upon hearing that they are monks, the villagers lowered their guard. The man even held Tenzin's hand tightly, visibly relieved.

"I should have recognized you earlier!" he exclaimed. "Your clothing is similar to Yang Chen's. We are grateful that venerable people like you have arrived from the Air Temples to help us!"

Rural peasants from the Earth Kingdom often received less information about the outside world. But even the most isolated communities might have heard about the traveling monks who rarely traversed the vast continent. Not only did commoners cherish and venerate these wise and holy ascetics, but they also believed that seeing an Air Nomad is a sign of blessing. This could also explain the various temples and statues dedicated to Yang Chen, a deity originally not part of the local folk religion.

At least to these people, they saw hope in Tenzin and his three children. Since all four Airbenders are dressed in the traditional style of monastery robes, they bore a resemblance to Yang Chen Avatar, a widely beloved figure amongst the masses.

"Master Monk, no words can express how grateful we are," the man said again, introducing himself as Hai Feng, a local farmer.

Tenzin soon inquired about what had transpired in these valleys, obviously seeking answers to the giant fires that had destroyed all the villages they encountered. Hai Feng's expression instantly saddened, still traumatized by the loss and utter destruction.

"I'm not exactly sure how to say it," Hai Feng hesitated. "People like us have been living in these valleys for generations, and I am not well-traveled. Would you seriously believe my words?"

Tenzin pondered. Many peasants within this continent had lived and farmed on their lands longer than their memories could even remember. It is understandable that most of them would be astounded by the technological inventions that their ancestors had never encountered, both trivial and grandiose. The Airbender sympathized with this sentiment, as he often preferred Air Temple Island to be a sanctuary free from anything that could distract its natural serenity.

After being reassured that no judgment would be imparted on ignorance, Hai Feng spoke with the limited understanding of the world he had. Tenzin's spine quivered with every word.

"It all happened yesterday afternoon. At first, we saw birds flying high above the sky. I was working in the rice terraces when the children spotted those things. That was before we heard loud sounds of thunder, our home destroyed and farm animals being killed. I don't know how, but those birds might have dropped something dangerous. Wherever they landed, large craters formed and anything standing near it are blown into-" Hai Feng gasped, frightened by his own words. Despite the horror painted on his face, he still forced himself to describe the event as accurately as possible. "Our homes were instantly destroyed into bits and pieces. Many of us died. Our group was fortunate enough to escape into the hills."

Tenzin contemplated. He knew bandit raids is a serious illness that plagued the Earth Kingdom. But he had never heard of outlaws who owned so many biplanes to the point of sowing chaos in so many villages. He lamented the horror of witnessing so many of those flying machines raining down carnage on unsuspecting locals.

"Hold on, what about the fires?" Jinora interjected, believing that her father may have neglected this detail. "Did you see who burned down all the villages in this valley?"

Hai Feng's face froze, likely having no answers to that question. An elder who supported herself with a walking stick slowly approached them, claiming that the survivors took shelter in a tunnel already dug by someone else.

"We only saw smoke coming from our home and the other villages today," she said frailly. "But by that time, we were far, far away."

Whoever started the fire still remained elusive. If the cause wasn't Sozin's comet, then Tenzin would truly be at a loss.

Tenzin counseled the survivors, promising them help. "Fear not, Hai Feng. There is a place where you and your people can seek shelter. We can take you to a nearby base commanded by the United Forces. There, they will provide you with all the food and treatment needed."

The United Forces is the main military of the United Republic. Composed of soldiers from diverse backgrounds, it is uniformed by benders of varied descents. Standing as the bulwark of freedom and justice, the United Forces are frequently deployed across many parts of the world. From the freezing lands of the Southern Pole to the dry and arid Si Wong Desert, the brave men and women from the United Republic strove to uphold the values they represent and support stalwart allies across the world. In the Earth Kingdom, there are many bases of operation where the soldiers of the republic could provide aid to struggling locals. More importantly, the conflict and chaos on this continent demanded people who are willing to step in and uphold the peace, and the United Republic is the perfect candidate to fulfill its obligations.

Hai Feng's hopeful glimmer faded. Gently, he let go of Tenzin's hands, slowly backing away.

"What seems to be the matter?" the elder monk asked in concern.

The expressions of the other peasants are no longer calm. Despite their best efforts, it is hard to mask fear.

"I-it's fine," Hai Feng tried not to stutter. "W-we are fine by ourselves, n-no need for the trouble."

He turned to leave. But Meelo tried to intervene, putting his hand on Hai Feng's shoulder.

"Hey, what is the matter with you?" the younger Airbender asked. "Don't you want food and water? What about those children? They would be safe inside that base."

Hai Feng forcefully removed Meelo's hand, retracting away from the monks.

"I would rather be anywhere else than be near those people," Hai Feng warned.

Meelo was insistent, attempting to persuade the poor villagers that the United Forces could relieve their plight. Hai Feng suddenly pulled out a blunt billhook, instantly forcing the Airbenders to be on guard.

"Back off!" the farmer growled. The other peasant survivors soon hurried away as Hai Feng pointed the farming tool at the four Airbenders.

Tenzin quickly deescalated the situation, holding Meelo back before a brawl could break out. Clearly, there must be some form of misunderstanding.

"Hai Feng, we are members of the new Air Nation," Tenzin said softly, hoping it might ease whatever grievance the farmer may have. "We are only out here to help the common people to alleviate their suffering, as are the people who serve in the United Forces."

"For someone claiming to be a monk, you speak too much about worldly things," Hai Feng rebuffed. "I thought the whole point of obtaining enlightenment was to escape the earthly chains of the world. Yet, your loyalty does not seem focused on that. You are no different from the spiritual teachers who are thralls to those in power. The monks I knew growing up would never act this way. Between the spirits and your little republic, which one would you choose?"

In all his years of being a Master Airbender, studying scriptures and attuning himself with the intricate side of Air Nomad philosophy, Tenzin truly did not understand the nature of Hai Feng's grievances. The conversation was progressing normally. The four Airbenders did not attempt to provoke or ridicule their struggle, which made Hai Feng's furious reaction even more difficult to understand.

Hai Feng soon ran off after the other survivors disappeared into the dense jungle. In these lands surrounded by mountains and thick vegetation, there are a million ways to hide oneself from the world. Through this encounter, Tenzin suspected tremendous trouble. They were supposed to hand Huo over to General Tan Ke and then resume their search for Korra's next incarnation. Now, they felt obligated to at least investigate what was occurring around this area.

"The governor of this state is a firm ally of the United Republic, we should be able to learn more about the situation from them," Tenzin deduced. But considering this was their first time here, they are unsure of the location of this state's capital. "I see no other option besides paying a visit to the main United Forces military base in this part of the Earth Kingdom. Since Tan Ke's outpost is abandoned for unknown reasons, there is no other alternatives." The elderly monk glanced at Ikki, who seemed to be preoccupied with the forest behind them. "Ikki, what's wrong?"

"N-nothing," Ikki replied with slight uncertainty. "I thought I saw something."

Alone in a dense jungle, the sensation of being observed is quite understandable. Many critters call this place home. And the massive fires nearby must have startled them.

Their Sky Bison flew to the new destination according to the map. Based on the rough drawing, the main United Forces military base sat in the middle of three surrounding peaks. It is a mountainous fortress, an easily defensible position. From the skies, Ikki could see signs of activity within that massive hendecagon complex. Tenzin flew down. Upon seeing the Sky Bison, the guards on the towers did not ring the alarm, as soldiers of the United Republic are accustomed to identifying the Air Nation in friendly lens.

The landing was less than desired. Oogi's sheer size almost hit a few biplanes that were returning from their missions. Some of the pilots even cursed at the Airbenders for this inconvenience.

Tenzin slowly lowered himself to the ground. After asking Ikki and Meelo to watch over Huo, Jinora accompanied him throughout the base.

"I didn't know they had so many military bases in this part of the Earth Kingdom," Jinora remarked. "At first, I assumed General Tan Ke's outpost was the only one in this region."

Unlike the abandoned outpost, there is almost a festive mood around this settlement. Jovial expressions latched onto the faces of many soldiers, accompanied by sounds of laughter and singing.

Avoiding the occasional armored vehicles and soldiers who were wary of their presence, Tenzin and Jinora arrived at the entrance of a massive network of walled structures, with a dull grey pyramid serving as its centerpiece. It is an eyesore surrounded by natural lush mountain ranges. What captivated their attention is the surprisingly plentiful citizens present within this giant base. Not only are there ordinary families from the United Republic, but there are also businessmen from Republic City, often seen escorted by soldiers within the establishment. Locals also had a heavy presence within these grounds. Stores and winehouses were built within these walls, openly serving members of the United Forces with heavy liquor. As Air Nomad ascetics, it is even more confronting when they encountered blatant brothels that somehow found themselves here. Soldiers frequented these buildings, which employed local women from nearby villages.

"Disgraceful," Tenzin muttered out of spite.

Times had certainly changed since his days as a councilman. It is unthinkable to believe that whoever commanded this base would allow such misconduct to occur in broad daylight.

Jinora observed the surroundings, noticing the many concrete buildings that housed temporary guests from Republic City. In particular, she noticed a luxurious vehicle driving from the airfield. A newly arrived delegation came from the airship, and a contingent of private soldiers escorted the man wearing gold-rimmed spectacles. Despite being ascetics, the identity of Choman is not an obscure one. This individual is the right-hand man to the individual who owns one of Republic City's most prominent industry, which is very active across the now scattered Earth Kingdom and the Southern Water Tribe. It is not uncommon to receive news about his interaction with state leaders across the continent, almost like a diplomate.

"It's like a town here," Jinora commented. "A small piece of Republic City built in the middle of nowhere."

Compared to the untouched nature that covered the entire landscape, the greyish color of this base certainly felt strange. While it was understandable that an operation headquarters of the United Forces would be filled with soldiers, it was rather perplexing to see many citizens who treats this base as home.

At Tenzin's urging, they resumed their quest for answers. After passing through multiple private buildings and the mess hall, they found an officer clad in an elaborately designed uniform, a fully grey jacket with gold trimmings. As someone who had experienced the many institutions of the United Republic, Tenzin naturally identified that man as the highest-ranking officer in the region, even outranking General Tan Ke. But the difference here is that this individual is not part of Tenzin's political connections. Many former colleagues who are prominent figures such as military commanders and civil servants have mostly retired, replaced by a new generation of ambitious upstarts who has no respect to the past.

But that would not be the only problem. A host of United Republic reporters surrounded the officer, who himself was accompanied by a team of soldiers. Judging by the grand and jovial interactions, the officer is praising what seemed to be a recent military victory, a perfect completion of an operation against the enemies. Many from the crowd of newsmongers listened intently, the likes of which hailed from unique and creative names such as the Yuan News, the Republic News, the United Daily News, the Elemental Times, and the Republic Reporter.

"Operation Agni was the perfect response to the rise of bandit activities in the local Gin state," the officer stated enthusiastically. "Orchestrated by the brave men and women of the United Republic, we successfully uncovered and reduced many enemy bases that were previously hidden. With the help of our steadfast and faithful local allies, we eliminated most of the enemy's foothold that threatens this state's people. With minimal casualties, our forces inflicted irrecoverable damage upon those that dare to challenge the virtues of our thriving republic. Behind me are the brave elite commandos who first charged into enemy encampments. Despite being heavily outnumbered, they have proven once again the strength of our diverse cohorts. Many bandit leaders have fallen thanks to their initiative and professionalism. It is heroic soldiers like them that have prevented countless casualties."

The officer allowed the reporters to interview the group in question. Although composed of men and women of various descents, the commandos are all born within the United Republic. Regardless of this fact, their varied skin tones suggested their skills as benders. All clad in grey uniforms, different colored badges distinguish them into earth, water, and fire.

The tall and well-built captain of the commando squad spoke about their exploits in the face of many reporters. Stories about risky infiltration and exciting accounts of destroying enemy supplies with explosives captivated the columnists. The man even occasionally flirted with a few newswomen, who could not help but be enchanted by the captain's charisma.

Such flamboyance displeased Tenzin. To think a young man would be filled with so much arrogance while lacking in self-control. Obviously, the captain's testimonies were sheer exaggerations, aiming to bolster his own image in the presence of the press.

Regardless, the latest reputation of the United Republic's youth had been painted as boastful and pompous. Although perceived as a land where all the nations could live together, too many people had long forgotten their roots and traditions, identifying more with the state they lived in. There are many things the people of Republic City should be proud of, but excessive pride often paved a path to a mighty state's ruination.

"At least our young people aren't like this," Tenzin remarked, alluding to the many young Airbenders who chose to join the new Air Nation. But based on personal experience, it is unrealistic to expect every single one of these youngsters to exhibit the mannerisms of a calm and wise monk. "Most of them," he corrected himself.

Jinora nodded quietly, perhaps acknowledging the adventurous Airbender who always caused her father many headaches. But that was perhaps also the reason why she had fallen in love with that free-spirited thief who stole her heart. Now as an adult, it is a bit embarrassing to even reminiscent about youthful romances.

Two soldiers approached them, claiming the head general of this base demanded their presence in the interior compound, which was closed off to visitors and civilians living here. Despite Tenzin's good reputation as a former councilman, their respect toward him was rather lackluster. But now isn't the time to be distracted by such a slight, as a private meeting with the general was vital in finding out what had transpired around the area.

"This way, move," one of the soldiers directed.

They all walked through the main entrance that led into the pyramid building's courtyard. Passing the commando captain's engrossing interview, Tenzin and Jinora is suddenly ambushed by a few reporters. They inquired them about the recent victories in the region, wondering if the two Airbenders could offer a more detailed insight into the matter. Specifically, they wished to understand the aftermath of the recent military campaign in this state.

Before Tenzin could be allowed to speak candidly on what he saw, the guards quickly separated them, hustling the Airbenders through the gate and shoving them into the courtyard. In a space surrounded by grey uniformed soldiers, they treaded carefully. Behind the greyish walls, the sight is not as pleasant. Here, the most sensitive scenes might not bode well with the United Force's image with the audience back at home.

The elderly monk and the prodigy stopped temporarily to observe an infirmary tent. Filled to its brim, it contained hundreds of soldiers, all in varying conditions of injury. Even though the window of sight is small, they saw missing limbs and even burned faces. Not enough beds meant most patients had to sleep on the floor to await treatment.

"There are enough of them to fill a whole outpost," Tenzin remarked shrewdly.

But General Tan Ke did not seem to be amongst the injured. So, it's possible that those soldiers within the infirmary were from somewhere else.

They continued into the concrete pyramid. Like any architecture from the United Republic that is designed in such a bare manner, Tenzin is hesitant when dealing with what is perceived as progress.

As Tenzin and Jinora were guided through the pyramid-shaped structure, they arrived at a conference room where they are greeted by a commanding presence. General Sakaoh, the commander of the regional United Forces, occupied the head of a long table. He welcomed the Airbenders and allowed them to take their seats. Jinora couldn't help but notice a giant map depicting the Earth Kingdom, with countless dots scattered near the southern and western coasts, where most of the United Forces military bases is stationed. Some dots are marked further inland, but the Si Wong desert presented a formidable and unforgiving barrier, where even the most valiant United Forces had perished.

"Ah, Tenzin, nice to meet you!" Sakaoh spoke with a distinctive accent reminiscent of Republic City. He is relatively young compared to the likes of senior generals such Iroh and Tan Ke. Only in his early thirties, Sakaoh exuded confidence and eagerness to flaunt recent military achievements. "It's perfect timing that you're here, Tenzin. We're planning to celebrate tonight! I highly recommend you join us for the occasion!"

Tenzin's response was immediate and pointed. "There's little cause for celebration," he cautioned, disdain evident in his tone as he rebuked Sakaoh's apparent lack of awareness. There is no need for veiled expressions and fake pleasantries. Tenzin, though an Airbender committed to peace, didn't shy away from expressing his frustration when necessary. "You're brazenly promoting your own agenda in front of reporters. Do you even understand what's been happening?"

Sakaoh, caught off guard by Tenzin's sudden confrontation, maintained his composure and pushed back, chastising the monk for his perceived self-righteousness.

"What's been happening is that the United Forces, under my command, have achieved a decisive victory over the bandits known as the Green Ribbon Army!" Sakaoh's tone was serious as he abandoned any pretense of friendliness, rising to his feet to confront Tenzin directly. Judging by his demeanor, the general is asserting that even the son of an Avatar must respect an officer of the United Republic. "At the request of our local allies, we've successfully dismantled many enemy bases, securing our republic's interests in the area with minimal casualties. Our enemies will never recover from the success of Operation Agni, because of that, collateral damage is acceptable."

Tenzin's expression hardened at Sakaoh's words, it seems that this commander anticipated this difficult conversation before it even began, likely the result of previous confrontations. "Then perhaps you can explain to me the whereabouts of General Tan Ke?"

Sakaoh avoided Tenzin's questioning gaze, his discomfort apparent. Despite being a retired councilman and a man of discipline, Tenzin is no stranger to the art of deception when it suited one's convenience. It was clear to Tenzin that Sakaoh was being dishonest. However, in the presence of the waiting reporters outside, a young and charismatic captain is certainly more palatable to the audience back in Republic City. No commander would willingly expose the harsh realities of their military successes or the sight of their wounded countrymen.

"General Tan Ke is fulfilling his duty as usual," Sakaoh insisted firmly, his tone leaving no room for further inquiry. "I suggest you refrain from spreading any unconfirmed rumors. Under my tenure, there will be dire consequences for those who demoralizes my men."

It was a clear warning to the Airbenders not to speak out of turn in front of the awaiting reporters. It would be imprudent for the United Forces to reveal their mounting losses and the excessive destruction of nearby villages. This is especially vital under the current administration, where every few years Republic City would experience potential changes in leadership.

Tenzin pondered the situation further. Raising the issue of the wanton destruction of those villages directly against the preparator himself might not be useful. However, justice needs to be served, and the Republic City would be the vessel for it.

As the surprisingly short meeting came to an abrupt end, Tenzin stormed out of the concrete structure. Further argument with Sakaoh seemed futile, and he felt that this place is no longer safe for Huo the Firebender. Intent on returning to the Sky Bison, a soft voice called out to them, seeking attention.

Tenzin turned towards the crowded infirmary, where the nurses are too preoccupied to notice a patient who had strayed out of the giant tent.

A soldier in tattered grey uniform limped towards them. His torso wrapped in bandages, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Jinora quickly reached out and steadied him by the shoulder before he could trip and fall. But this act of kindness only seemed to exacerbate his injury, eliciting a groan of agony from him. Thinking quickly, Tenzin helped him to reach a nearby bench. Judging by his desperate demeanor, this injured soldier clearly had something important to convey.

"What is your name?" Tenzin asked with concern.

"Wu Li," the man replied through gritted teeth. His hand grasped the chest, hissing at the sharp sensation that lacerates across the sternum.

Both Airbenders felt a pang of sympathy for him. Beneath the layers of bandages, a large wound marred Wu Li's chest, evidence of a blade with tremendous size that had torn through his flesh with one swift swing.

It was truly a miracle that Wu Li had survived such an ordeal.

"Wu Li, what happened to you and the others?" Tenzin inquired gently. "And do you know the whereabouts of General Tan Ke?"

The soldier clarified that he and everyone else within the infirmary tent were from other outposts. Almost all the bases within the state of Gin had been attacked the previous night following Operation Agni, all except for the main headquarters where they are currently in. He described the events of the previous night, trying to articulate without stuttering too much.

"It was an onslaught none of us expected," Wu Li said, his voice filled with dread and hands trembling. "We were only deployed to this region to deal with insurgents within the state of Gin's forests, you know, just disgruntled guerrillas who rarely reveal themselves in the open. But last night was completely different. Our camp was suddenly assaulted in the middle of the night, with even the moon refusing to lend us its light."

Wu Li struggled to catch his breath, visibly fatigued from speaking at length. Yet he pushed himself to continue, recognizing the importance of providing the Airbenders with as much information as possible.

"There were so many of them," Wu Li said ominously. "All I heard was the loud sound of a bugle, and our defenses were quickly overwhelmed. The general leading us was killed. There was so much chaos. Me and a few others were lucky to make it out alive. I couldn't even see the face of the man who nearly took my life. We managed to hide in a bunker until reinforcements arrived. But by then, the enemies had already retreated. Similar attacks occurred at other outposts in the area."

The soldier's account was notably sparse on details. Given that the attack occurred during the night, the United Forces manning the various outposts had difficulty spotting the incoming enemies. However, it didn't explain why General Tan Ke's outpost showed no signs of being attacked. Instead, it felt more like a base that had been willingly abandoned.

The young soldier continued, "I don't know where those Green Ribbons got their numbers, but last night, the attack felt like a swarm, surrounding us from all sides. If you ask the others, they'll tell you the same thing. I never imagined we'd be outnumbered like that."

Tenzin then shifted the conversation to something more crucial, seeking information on Operation Agni.

Wu Li hesitated for a moment, his eyes darting around nervously before he spoke.

"Operation Agni. Well, I was sent to secure a few abandoned villages," he began, his voice low and filled with unease. "It was supposed to be a decisive strike against the Green Ribbon Army, aimed at crippling their operations in the region. Word around the infirmary said that those commandos managed to take out many top leaders." Wu Li's tone lacked enthusiasm, his severe injury left him with little energy for celebration.

He paused, taking a deep breath before continuing.

"From what I gathered, the operation was launched hastily, without proper intelligence or preparation. Those of us involved were sent in blind, attempting to secure a hidden holdout within a dense forest. But the enemy was ready for us. They anticipated our movements, ambushed our forces, and inflicted heavy casualties. Many of us never stood a chance. While I did manage to make it back to our outpost alive, my leg was impaled by one of their traps. I consider myself fortunate to have not lost it."

With a grimace, the soldier revealed the fresh wound on his leg from being stabbed by a punji stick.

"But that wasn't the worst part," Wu Li emphasized. "After we managed to escape back to our outpost, it was attacked just as I described. All in the same day. I lost many of my friends."

Tenzin and Jinora exchanged concerned glances. If what Wu Li said was true, then Operation Agni had not been the resounding success that General Sakaoh had portrayed it to be. Instead, it seemed to have been a disastrous failure, resulting in significant losses for the United Forces and the local population. It is obvious that a garrison wouldn't have enough strength to defend their positions if they suffered from heavy causalities just hours before.

"As for General Tan Ke, I've heard rumors... whispers among the soldiers. Some say he's gone missing. Others say he's dead. But no one knows for sure."

Tenzin's heart sank at the news. If General Tan Ke was indeed missing or dead, it would be a severe blow to the United Forces and the stability of the Gin region.

Grateful for the information, the elderly monk recognized the urgency of the situation. If his suspicions were correct, the United Forces had committed a grave mistake, one that needed to be rectified for the sake of justice. As a prominent figure within Republic City, it is his duty to report such misconduct and ensure that those responsible face the consequences.

Jinora gently tapped Tenzin's shoulder, alerting him to the approaching entourage. The old monk sighed as he braced himself for the encounter.

"Well, that was quite the successful interview," the captain said casually as they approached. "Perhaps we should have stayed longer to give the press more time to marvel at us."

"I think you mean marvel at yourself," another commando retorted. "Don't distract yourself. Just because you eliminated a few village elders doesn't mean our job is getting any easier."

They soon stood before Tenzin. Initially, the captain bantered, remarking on the inconvenience of their traditional Airbender attire. It didn't feel hostile, but rather negligent, as the soldiers failed to consider the significance of the saffron robes. The captain's inappropriate wink at Jinora forced her to grimace in disgust. It seemed the younger generation from Republic City had earned its reputation for being 'free-spirited', unbound by the social norms of the four bending cultures.

"The name's Chokum, but you've probably heard of me and my exploits," the captain declared gleefully to the elder.

Tenzin shook his head gently, both to convey ignorance and disapproval of the youngster's arrogant demeanor. As an elder who had mentored many young people, he found egotism to be one of the most irritating obstacles. It was even more absurd when he noticed that this commando captain had undergone some form of surgical procedure, altering his face unnaturally to appear more presentable.

Chokum seemed confused, even slightly offended by Tenzin's lack of knowledge. One of the commandos, a woman of Water Tribe descent named Ruekada, explained that their heroic missions were often reported in the United Daily News, a popular newspaper that chronicled their exploits.

"I'm quite surprised you haven't heard of us," Ruekada said, looking at the Airbenders with pity. "The whole city would know our names. Chokum here is often nicknamed the 'Son of the United Republic'."

"Don't waste your breath, Ruekada," Chokum interjected. "Obviously, these Airbenders are unconcerned with worldly matters. They don't even bother with the news. But thankfully, people like us don't shut ourselves off from the world."

Tenzin narrowed his brows, and Jinora felt indignant about this superficial description of Air Nomad culture.

"Given your youthful energy, I won't argue," Tenzin replied calmly. "Trivial items that transmit the news may be useful at times, but they're an unnecessary distraction on Air Temple Island. They disrupt the peace and tranquility, especially during meditation. While it's true that our path to enlightenment seeks to detach us from earthly concerns, we Airbenders are not indifferent to the suffering of the world. Our current journey to locate the next Avatar aims to rectify the absence of-"

"Yeah, whatever," Chokum appears disinterested, abruptly interrupting Tenzin. "Look, you Airbenders love to fly around this mess of a continent all you want, but philosophical ramblings is too detached from reality. But fear not, Master Airbender, we, the Cranefish Commandos of the United Forces, is here to handle the real-world problems while you meditate on mountain tops. After all, it takes more than lofty ideals to protect the people and maintain order."

The Cranefish is an iconic bird that was once a common sight around the United Republic region, tracing its history back to when Republic City was a just small settlement named Cranefish Town. It is iconic, many today even view it as a symbol of freedom and justice, a harbinger of righteousness. This bird is iconic enough to be considered as United Republic's national bird. But despite its elevated status, it is unfortunate that their numbers are dwindling at a dangerous rate. Lush and sheltering habitats are being consumed by the festering forest of grey that refuses to stop growing.

"Just like the Cranefish, we are actually important," Ruekada added.

Tenzin was not impressed with this bravado. Youth is great, but it is the naive audacity that can be frightening.

"And just like the Cranefish, there are few left," Jinora suddenly retorted.

"Watch your mouth, Airbender!" Chokum scathed. "That's my girlfriend you are talking to. We Cranefish Commandos have done more than anyone in this base to quell the rising Green Ribbon bandits. There is only eight of us, it is few, but our bravery is never lacking."

"And does that bravery of yours involve harming innocent elders?" Tenzin immediately tried to corner Chokum, hinting at their cowardly acts. "Your confidence is commendable, Captain Chokum. But remember that true strength lies not in arrogance, but in humility and compassion. It is those qualities that make a true leader and protector of the people. Who is the real bandit that kills local farmers? Have you also forgotten that it was an Airbender that created the city you are born into?"

But Chokum demonstrated more shamelessness than the wise Airbender has anticipated. The captain mocked Tenzin, claiming how advanced age dampens a person's judgement.

"Save your lectures for your disciples, old man. Many of those old geezers were harboring members of the Green Ribbon Army, they are enemies of the United Republic too, so don't try to fool me with your pointless Air Nomad teachings." Chokum snapped. "As for your father, he doesn't have a fraction of my courage."

Tenzin reigned in his temper, maintaining the steady composure in the face of such uncontrolled insolence. But this patience is wearing thin, and he knew better than to let their provocations get the better of him.

"You don't need to be an Air Nomad to understand why certain acts are wrong," he said. "I will remind you again, the new Air Nation only strives to help the people of the Earth Kingdom. Many of my Airbending disciples are assisting people in suffering while abiding by the way of peace. All of us believe that using military means will not achieve everlasting peace, it is wishful thinking."

Chokum instantly focused on the last part of that phrase, using it as a riposte to confront the Airbending Master.

"All of you?" Chokum uttered with skepticism. "I am quite sure that certain people don't conform to that narrowminded thinking. Why make your students do menial tasks that accomplishes nothing when they can serve as sharp-eyed scouts for the United Forces? Having a useful person in the air is good for spotting the enemies, especially before the now successful Operation Agni."

Both Tenzin and Jinora grimaced at what Chokum is insinuating. Airbenders sent across this continent are supposed to offer aid to those in suffering. In an era of turmoil, people affected by the civil wars numbered like the sands of the Si Wong desert, craving relieve from anyone that is willing to help them. It would be a scandal of gargantuan proportion if a young Airbending aspirant is discovered to have been collaborating with a military force instead. Culturally, Air Nomads must never associate themselves with such worldly institutions. As ascetics who strives in the path of pacifism, working with those who take lives would bring shame and mockery to all the venerated monks and nuns of the past.

Tenzin recollected his foggy memory. After confirming with Jinora, he remembered that two young Airbenders were indeed sent to the state of Gin. After the dissolution of the Earth Kingdom, wars and conflicts sprung out almost everywhere. The new Air Nation is simply spread too thin. But at least there is enough Airbenders to be allocated into small teams of two. In every region where the Air Nation are operating, there is often two young Airbenders who are assigned to help the locals. Here in Gin, tension between the local governor's forces and the Green Ribbon Army intensified. Although better equipped and more numerous in soldiers, the local government suffered a series of defeats by the hands of the poorly armed guerilla, which prompted the United Forces to intervene in the matter. At the same time, two Airbenders were sent here a few years ago. Considering the duration of the conflict here, their mission would be a long one, hopefully not as arduous as the brutal war between Jian Xin and Xiao Zhong.

"Maybe, we should give those two a column in the latest United Daily News," Chokum jested. "Imagine, the whole city founding out that even Airbenders can work for the United Forces. I am sure that would go well for you, Tenzin."

The elderly monk quickly glanced around the camp. It is not his reputation that he is worried about. Any disciples that have not interacted with their mentor may become stray from their teachings.

"Those two are here," Tenzin whispered instinctively.

They left the commandos and Wu Li, the latter of whom is being conversed with by Captain Chokum.

Jinora's eyes carefully scanned their surroundings as they ventured onward. It is a giant military base, difficult to navigate on the ground. Aside from some large rectangular armored machines newly produced by Future Industries, the rest appeared as mundane as any other bases around this vast continent. But for them, as peaceful ascetics, the mere act of being inside a military structure stood in stark contrast to their identity.

"Father, I understand your concern, but is it possible that everything said by that captain was merely a bluff to embarrass you?" Jinora counselled. "I do not believe that any of our people would easily deviate from the Air Nomad teachings."

The elder sighed heavily at that overly optimistic statement. The new Air Nation, or whatever the lay people like to call it, is an attempt to revive the old Air Nomad culture lost at the start of the Hundred Years War. Unlike their past counterparts, the descendants of Aang seek to remove the shackles of ignoring worldly affairs, openly helping others across the land. But even this selfless act has garnered criticisms, both from within the monasteries and the worldly powers.

While openly assisting the common people in peril is virtuous, it contradicts certain orthodox notions that spirituality can only be cultivated by forsaking all earthly concerns. The long and arduous path to attain the state of enlightenment, the liberation from the endless cycle of suffering, demands aspirants to give up many things: wealth, comfort, status, family, and even love. Many of these are impossible for laymen, and for the Airbenders to further interact with the common people would only distract the new disciples from the philosophical teachings of Air Nomad culture. The ancient Air Nomads were indeed chastised for this strict abidance but remained mostly consistent until now. Compared to the non-bending Air Acolytes, these new Airbenders are indeed vastly inferior in the studying and recitation of ancient sutras. Some monks and nuns even questioned Tenzin's effectiveness as a mentor to the newly initiated. There are even abbots who asked how can the ancient Air Nomad culture be revived when these new Airbenders are not even worthy enough to be its cheap imitation? This friction with the venerable is not even considering the thorny issue of young Airbenders being killed in conflicts around the continent.

Furthermore, these new Airbenders are no longer perceived by the world as the same ascetics of the past. No longer emitting an aura of timeless wisdom, various warlords even perceive them as meddlers, hypocrites who only abstained from earthly violence in name only. The practice of giving alms to traveling Airbenders is dying. Aside from being lucky enough to be given the power of air, what purpose do these youngsters have other than fulfilling the role of glorified peacekeepers? Most of them don't even bother cutting their hair.

"I am glad that you have so much trust in your fellow brothers and sisters," Tenzin said to Jinora. "But alas, even mentoring the most receptive students, I still find tremors. You are not alike with the current generation of Airbenders. They are almost all born from outside the temples, carrying their former lives and traditions into monastery walls. It is not an impossibility, but if it's true that two of my disciples have assisted the United Forces in committing heinous acts, I will certainly be disappointed."

"You are overly harsh. You need to trust the two whom you sent here," Jinora said. "When you sent Opal and Kai to the state of Yi many years ago, they helped the local people against the bandits. Did they ever succumb to Kuvira's flowery words like Bolin? Of course not. So have faith in all your students."

A loud thunderous cheer interrupted their conversation. Tenzin raised his head over a short concrete wall, discovering the section of this massive base where the soldiers are resting. As expected of the barracks, there is an abundance of rowdy soldiers who are celebrating their latest victory in the state of Gin. Unsurprisingly, the sight of drunken men is littered over the courtyard, but something else perturbed him more than he would have expected.

"Check this out!" a teenager yelled energetically. Unlike the more traditional robes, the clothing he wore is a special form-fitting fabric designed by Future Industries. It is a predominantly red wingsuit with accents of gray and yellow, specifically made by the inventor, Asami Sato. In the wide courtyard, he raced another soldier who is riding a grey ostrich horse, competing to see who can circle the barracks in the fastest manner.

Utilizing his Airbending and the maneuverability of the wingsuit, he sped past the rider. Despite toppling many people along the way, he crossed the finish line first, incurring loud adulation from the enthusiastic crowd. The teen laughed in a triumphal manner, allowing himself to be picked up by the soldiers and raised towards the sky, celebrating the victory of this competition.

"Remember, you are celebrating today because of me!" he yelled to the soldiers. "If it weren't for my part, how could Operation Agni be successful in the first place?"

All the soldiers in the courtyard repeatedly chanted his name.

"Gdon! Gdon! Gdon! Gdon!"

"Gdon!" A louder voice thundered across the whole courtyard. Despite his advanced age, the man who shouted that name managed to drown out all other elated chanting.

The young Airbender was caught off guard, surprised to see an old man in saffron robe storming towards him.

"Tenzin? What are you doing here-"

The old master grasped the young man by one ear, pulling it harshly. Despite being a peaceful monk, he is not above using strict measures to rein in arrogant disciples who transgress multiple lines that oppose the path to enlightenment.

"Tenzin, you are embarrassing me!" Gdon shouted.

This simply drew a harsher rebuke from the old venerable, who chastised this youngster's receptiveness towards prideful performances.

"You are embarrassing yourself," Tenzin warned.

He pulled Gdon to a more secluded area of the barracks ground, preparing a lecture for this young Airbender. It wasn't some simple rule that was broken. As ascetics who swore to abstain from violence, everything they do must reflect that dedication. Even the act of forsaking meat in their diet exemplifies their devotion to pacifism. Imagine such people serving as tools of a state's military, such a taboo will not be easily ignored by the world.

Tenzin made the teenager stand with his back pressed against a wooden building's wall. His harsh demeanor certainly intimidated the adolescent, who somewhat calmed upon seeing Jinora arriving at the scene. Obviously, the eldest daughter of Tenzin isn't going to offer any words of conciliation after witnessing a flamboyant performance.

"You were sent here to help the local people," Tenzin began. "Yet, you are starting to work in the military. What do you have to say for yourself?"

"I don't see how these two things would contradict each other!" Gdon retorted indignantly. "By working with the United Forces as a scout, I am helping the local people by spotting the Green Ribbon bandits. That way, we can destroy them!"

"Vagrant!" Tenzin raised his voice. "After spending at least two years in this region, do you not realize that the common people can also suffer from misconducts by the United Forces? Yet you chose to be a willing participant."

Gdon dismissed such concerns, claiming that some villagers harbor the enemy known as the Green Ribbon Army. Under those circumstances, it is acceptable to initiate Operation Agni against them.

Tenzin almost allowed his temper to run amok. If it weren't for his previous experience with a particular troublesome student, he might have slapped Gdon across the face.

The old monk calmed himself, remembering Gdon's juvenile nature as a mere teenager. As the one responsible for sending many young Airbenders out into the dangerous world, he is likely not much better. He tried to reason with this disciple who strayed from his peaceful teachings, hoping it may guide him back to the path of enlightenment.

"Gdon, this isn't some simple mishap. By associating yourself with tools of war, you are not only tarnishing your own integrity as an Airbender, but the honor and reputation of all Airbenders around the world would be at stake." Tenzin brushed his hand over the teenager's head. "It is fine if you want to keep your hair. I know you are deeply fond of it. But to relegate yourself as a mere instrument of the state that causes harm to innocent people, that is too far."

"But some of the local people do side with the Green Ribbon rebels!" Gdon snapped again. "Many soldiers in the camp think the same. We all believe many locals are secretly in cahoots with the enemy!"

"And you would rather listen to the words of worldly men instead of abiding by your path as an Air Nomad?" Tenzin challenged. "Have you forgotten everything I taught you? All life is sacred, and that includes the great serpents that patrol the ocean to the smallest spider-fly."

Tenzin then pointed at the sky, adopting the manner of mentoring a disciple back at Air Temple Island.

"Being an Air Nomad isn't about fighting," he emphasized. "And a true Airbender never attacks a defenseless opponent."

Seeing Gdon's lack of interest, Tenzin tried again, hoping that instilling a higher sense of purpose would be a better remedy for the prideful teen.

"Gdon, Airbending isn't a tool for violence. Air is the element of freedom, but that's not just about flying in the sky. It's also about freeing oneself from worldly desires and reaching a state of enlightenment. Just because the soldiers are speaking profanity, it doesn't mean you should imitate these earthly acts. Have you even seen what has happened around this region? You fly so high in the air that you didn't even bother to remain grounded. Even the local people who do not support the Green Ribbon Army would not appreciate the sight of their villages burning to the ground."

"Well... both of us are just scouts!" Gdon deflected. "It's not me who carried out Operation Agni. I didn't kill anyone with my hands."

Tenzin fumed at this unwillingness to accept responsibility. Many innocent lives were likely lost due to the indiscriminate acts of the local United Forces, who likely used their favorite biplanes to execute this military operation. Even if many Green Ribbon bandits were killed during this process, it is undeniable that countless more local Gin people were torched in the crossfire. Whatever grievances the peasants bore towards the guerrillas would have been stifled, turned into hatred that backfires on the United Republic as a whole.

Jinora stepped in. Seeing that Gdon was too stubborn to listen, she instead inquired about the other Airbender who was partnered with the teenager. Like all pairs sent across the Earth Kingdom, they work as a team and provide spiritual support to each other. The Airbending Master suspected that if Gdon chose to work for the United Forces, then the other disciple must have failed to stop this sacrilegious decision.

"Where is your partner?" Jinora asked Gdon.

Instantly, Gdon became nervous, displaying a face of worry that was even more anxious than when he was being reprimanded by Tenzin.

"He is outside the camp!" Gdon said quickly. "He is scouting for enemy positions."

Jinora's eyes turned to a particular barracks building painted in accents of orange. It was a half-cylinder metal structure with its base connected to the ground, and the color scheme certainly stood out from the other grey barracks which the soldiers used as residences.

Jinora walked towards the door. Gdon quickly positioned himself between the Airbending master and the entrance.

"He is in there, isn't he?" Jinora said. Despite not emitting the slightest form of malice, her suggestion terrified the teenager.

"H-he is meditating," Gdon insisted. "Please, no need to disturb him!"

Ignoring the fact that Gdon had lied seconds before, Tenzin opened the door despite the disciple's protests, only to instantly regret the act.

The room reeked with the stench of wine. Tenzin narrowed his eyes at the foul smell, though he had seen worse. It was not uncommon for new Airbending disciples to secretly smuggle alcohol into temples. But a plate of stripped bones near the bed indicates that meat had been consumed recently, a tremendous taboo in the vegetarian aspect of Air Nomad culture.

Tenzin coughed loudly, hinting at their arrival in the room. However, the figure underneath the bed sheet remained asleep, undisturbed by the elder's presence.

Gdon quickly went over to nervously nudge the resting person. Slowly, the other disciple rose up. A slim figure, still half-asleep, turned his slumbering face towards the two highly prominent figures. With unkempt, elongated dark hair, this young Airbender emitted an aura of a reanimated corpse, too tired to be angry at those who disturbed his rest.

"Ro-langs, wake up!" Gdon urged. "Tenzin is here!"

The teenager named Ro-langs was still somewhat asleep. Tenzin and Jinora remained patient, but their composure turned into ugly surprise when another figure rose from the same bed sheet. The two Airbenders grimaced, struggling to keep their calm demeanor. They had faced rulebreakers in the temples before, but a sight like this one is still hard to stomach. There are reasons why Air Temple Island separate quarters for men and women.

"Huh? What's going on?" A woman rubbed her eyes. Before attempting to climb out of the bed shared with Ro-langs, she was startled by the sight of other people. If it weren't for Jinora's presence, this embarrassment would have been even more heightened.

Tenzin covered his eyes, sparing himself from this disappointing sight. He, Jinora, and Gdon stepped out of the room so that the poor woman could get dressed and scurry off. The elder sighed, remarking on how youth could be quite terrifying sometimes.

"Who was that?" Tenzin asked in a solemn manner.

This time, Gdon dare not to lie. He clarified that the woman was just a low-ranking soldier inside this military base. "She came from the poorer districts of the city. So, there are no risks of incurring reprisals from some powerful family back in Republic City."

Tenzin glared at Gdon. It is disgraceful to speak about a woman in such a philandering manner, especially for someone claiming to be an Air Nomad.

"So, you allowed Ro-langs to take advantage of a girl because she has no significant background?" Tenzin interrogated Gdon. "When we get back, neither of you will escape reprisal easily."

Gdon grimaced at what that might imply. Certain abbots from the Air Temples could be even stricter than Tenzin himself.

After believing that Ro-langs had become sober, they stepped back into the room again. Instead of wearing his wingsuit and standing in respect, Ro-langs remained on the bed, even finding the leisure to indulge in a bamboo pipe that conjured smoke that induces drowsiness. As an Airbender, Ro-langs used his mouth to bend a fume of grey smoke shaped in the form of a Sky Bison, sending it at Tenzin's face.

As the one who mentored these young Airbenders, he did not fault them completely, but this was going too far. He used a hand to fan away the smoke, trying not to succumb to anger. But as Ro-langs constantly inhaled the intoxicant, Tenzin forcefully snatched the pipe and hurled it to the ground.

The drowsy teenager didn't seem too bothered.

"Ro-langs," Tenzin said solemnly. "From the day you arrived at Air Temple Island, you chose to join the community of Airbenders who strive to uphold the virtues of the four temples. Do you believe what you did inside this abode of yours coincides with those values?"

While Gdon's arrogance incited and facilitated violence, Ro-langs likewise broke even more precepts of Air Nomad culture. To follow the harmonious philosophy of the four temples also meant abstaining from many worldly temptations. In this room, Ro-langs committed two major transgressions, indulging in licentious acts along with consuming alcohol. But an even more egregious offense would be the blatant consumption of meat, which disrespects Air Nomad culture on so many levels.

"Master," Ro-langs uttered in a hoarse voice. "Your student ate meat because it is hard for us to maintain our usual diet in a place like this. As for the wine, I have indeed drunk it, but refused to sell it to another."

Breaking Air Nomad rules was serious, but eating meat due to circumstances and tasting wine were still considered minor offenses. Ro-langs even specifically clarified that he did not encourage others to participate in his activities, a move that aimed to lessen the punishment. But Tenzin would not ignore his other great transgressions.

"Who was that girl?" Jinora asked intently, wondering what answer this vagrant pupil would conjure.

"She is Kagema," Ro-langs said, struggling to phrase his sentence properly.

There is no need to explain further. Clearly, this Airbender and Kagema had engaged in fornication, a moral transgression that all the Air Temples would find disgusting. Tenzin reprimanded his behavior. As an ascetic who had sworn to forgo all attachments, giving in to wanton lust was more than just disrespectful. It meant showing no integrity to the Air Nomad culture, undermining the path to spirituality.

Ro-langs raised his skinny, dried hand, objecting to this accusation. "Masters," he said in a tired voice. "With all due respect, I see nothing wrong with lying next to someone else." Gdon warned his partner to speak more cautiously, but Ro-langs continued. "Is it truly reprehensible for me to perform acts that strengthen my attachment to this world when others have done something similar?" Ro-langs challenged. "The ancient monks and nuns are proud to have no familial connections, yet it seems that the rules are different today."

The youngster's observation stemmed from the ancient Air Nomads' lack of the traditional family structure. Within the temples, none of the children were supposed to know the identity of their parents, all in the name of forsaking worldly attachments that may distract them from the path to spiritual enlightenment. It was indeed unorthodox for outsiders. But among the Air Acolytes of today, the vast majority of them still somewhat abided by this. Becoming a disciple and ascetic in the temples likely affected their family ties for better or worse, but many remained strict in their renunciation of attachments.

"Love is interesting. It is strong enough to make people bend the rules a little," Ro-langs alluded, perhaps hinting that a certain Avatar allowed affection to cloud his mantle as an authentic Airbender. After all, a monk who claims to relinquish all worldly attachments would become a hypocrite if he started a family. "What happened between me and Kagema isn't too different from our love for Sky Bisons."

No matter how firm one is devoted to staving off all earthly tethers, only the delusional would foolishly believe that keeping affection with anything or anyone can help them reach the goal of spiritual enlightenment. But this comparison between promiscuity and love for animals is indeed a bit too ambitious.

"That doesn't mean you can disrespect our rules like this," Jinora firmly stated.

Ro-langs stared at her with disinterest, casually remarking how it is hypocritical to accuse fellow Airbenders of committing 'licentious acts' when she and a certain someone had also sullied themselves. Even if the latter accomplished such activities within the confines of a marriage, the concept of a traditional family is already sacrilegious to Air Nomad philosophy of renouncing worldly attachments. With a ghastly voice, he even boldly suggested that the line between lustful promiscuity and a traditional union isn't too defined.

"After all, if the whole point of forgoing our worldly attachments is paramount in our path to attaining spiritual enlightenment, wouldn't it be more appropriate for me to simply view Kagema as a mere prostitute instead of someone I genuinely care about? I can easily forget about her, not even caring about what happened between us, which would be much more difficult if she remains an integral part of my daily life." Ro-langs took a sip of wine, not even considering his brazen audacity in the face of a prominent world figure. "To my understanding, children of ancient Air Nomads, who in their blissful lives, don't know their real parents. But circumstances demand us to adapt, don't you think? Why grant exceptions to yourselves when it is only fair that all your disciples should also be allowed to indulge."

Tenzin hastened his breathing. Jinora gently patted her father's spine, hoping it might ease some of the boiling anger thinly veiled by the face of a peace-loving monk. Ro-langs made no mistake in what he was trying to convey, purposely attempting to undermine the descendants of Aang by eliciting the current familial ties that many Airbenders today are privileged enough to keep. But familial ties, both spousal affection and filial piety, are undeniably worldly attachments that constrain people to their earthly tethers. There is a clear reason why the Air Nomads of old kept all their young aspirants away from their birth parents. From the moment they became part of the temples, the identity of their families was forever rendered unknown. It is a fate that all the prominent Air Avatars such as Aang and Yang Chen had to accept. Any Airbenders who strayed away from this intricate practice were often branded as renegades, brazen heretics who created families for themselves, straying from the path of forgoing all worldly attachments along with weakening their Airbending.

The old venerable let out a long breath, feeling tired at the defiance, this blatant lust to find the tiniest loopholes in temple precepts. Even the most difficult Airbending disciples were not so brazen as to insinuate that an Avatar from the Air Nomads disrespected the teachings of the temples.

"I have had enough of your delinquency," Tenzin's tone became deeper. "Perhaps I can forgive you for breaking the many precepts of what it means to be an Airbender, and repentance is still possible for those who spoke ill of great Airbenders of the past." Despite his advanced age, he demonstrated his strength by suddenly grasping the two teenagers by their ears, surprising even Jinora. "You can disrespect me all you want, but since you two broke the vow of non-violence, that I cannot ignore." The young Airbenders screamed in fear as the old venerable dragged them out of the barracks building, intending to bring them back to Republic City for a thorough edifying. If he could not instill the correct moral and ethical values into these delinquents, then how could he call himself an Airbending master?

"Tenzin!" Gdon yelped in pain. "You can't just drag us back to Republic City like this! We are heroes who are vital to Operation Agni's success, don't you know that you are-"

"Silence!" Tenzin roared. That threatening voice was uncharacteristic of a peaceful monk. But many in this world had certainly taken the peaceful teachings of Air Nomad culture for granted. When threatened or backed into a corner, temporarily ignoring their pacifist ways meant countless would die. It is unwise to test a peace-loving person's patience.

Jinora spotted a contingent of soldiers, headed by the general of this military base. The woman named Kagema is directing them towards the two Airbenders. It would be prudent to ensure the following interaction did not become violent. "Master Tenzin," General Sakaoh called out in a somewhat pleasant mood again. Under broad daylight, a man's nature can change quickly. "It is indeed a bit inappropriate for you to kidnap two of our most valiant soldiers in this manner. I doubt Avatar Aang would approve of this."

"Do not bring my father's name into this," Tenzin rebuked. "As the mentor to these two unruly disciples, it is my duty to take responsibility and correct their mistakes. From here on now, they are no longer tools at your disposal. If you wish to carelessly harm innocent people, do not drag even one of my pupils into this!"

Sakaoh smirked, holding up a parchment with two signatures, forcing Tenzin to confront the very institution he trusted. "If you wish to challenge the legality of this document in the courts of Republic City, do as you wish," the general taunted. "These two brave freedom fighters have consented their services to the United Republic. As their mentor, you should be celebrating their brave patriotism instead of chastising them."

Tenzin gently released the two juveniles, standing quietly as he processed this. In a fair and just system, decisions made from free will are hard to challenge. The teenagers are barely over the age of enlistment, and there is no prohibition yet that prevents an Airbender from joining the United Forces. With a heavy voice, the elderly monk sighed. He watched as the two delinquents scurried towards General Sakaoh.

"The Air Nomads don't have armies," he echoed the phrase once uttered by a great Avatar. For members of the new Air Nation to willingly choose violence was sacrilegious. Even the spirits would cry at this transgression. To be an Air Nomad is to abstain from all violence, not even harming insects is permissible.

Sakaoh grinned again. "Tenzin, isn't air the element of freedom? Why are you so bothered by the choices made by these excellent young individuals? As a force that fights for freedom all around the world, having Airbenders as part of its roster isn't too conflicting."

The commandos from earlier also arrived, openly welcoming the two Airbenders into their squad. With that, Captain Chokum now had all four elements at his disposal, forming a formidable team that could answer almost any situation. Tenzin's heart pained at what he saw as a spiritually polluting act had taken place. Since ancient times, any Airbenders who strayed from the teachings of the temples would be branded as renegades. There are consequences beyond mere reputational disgrace. Hindered spirituality also meant that the talent of these young Airbenders would wither as they wander further away from the path to enlightenment.

"We are more useful this way, Tenzin!" Gdon shouted. "At least joining the United Forces can actually make a tangible effect on this world!"

Tenzin stared at the two youngsters intently. While they possessed the harness of air, their virtues akin to lowly thugs. If hypocrites like these continuously tarnishes the reputation of all the monasteries, it is only a matter of time before the common people view all Airbenders with disdain and suspicion.

"Then I hope you two renegades would reap what you sow," Tenzin warned ominously, no longer using a diplomatic tone. "If you are bothered enough to heed one last piece of advice from me, it should be noted that the likes of you who choose to abandon your conviction in favor of a vagrant existence do not end peacefully. I would prefer Airbenders who never took up the mantle of abstaining from violence to those who chose to turn their backs on this sacred vow."

While Ro-langs couldn't care any less, Gdon was certainly somewhat troubled by this statement. Many infamous Air Nomads who abandoned the monasteries met rather pathetic demises. Whether it was the spirits enacting punishment or the result of karma, there is always a somewhat superstitious view of Airbenders who chose to betray their pacifist nature.

"Don't worry, you two," Sakaoh said to the teenagers with a sweetened voice. "Why look so worried? You have an interview coming up, the reporters are dying to know about your heroic acts lately! And by the way, I think the color grey would look much more fitting for brave young men like you." This shallow flattering easily excited Gdon, while Ro-langs simply groaned in annoyance, preferring to rest in his bed.

Tenzin and Jinora left the barracks area, with the former seething in anger and regret. At the entrance, they met Wu Li again, who reported that he too was poached by Captain Chokum. It appeared that the Cranefish commandos intends to expand their already diverse roster, adding Airbenders and an injured man.

"They want to use me as an interpreter," Wu Li said weakly. "Some accents around the Earth Kingdom are hard to understand, so they thought having me on the team wasn't a bad idea."

Tenzin was already tired of being surrounded by anything associated with the military. After parting ways with the injured fellow, they boarded the Sky Bison. Upon being inquired by Ikki why Huo wasn't handed over to the local United Forces, Tenzin and Jinora are both reluctant to answer.

"Republic City is safer," Jinora reassured. None of them wanted to know about the treatment of prisoners inside this military base. Their only hope is to report what they saw here and let the justice of Republic City perform its duty.

They flew out of the large military complex. As Tenzin pulled the reins of his trustworthy steed, he spotted an old local farmer staring at them. Without conveying any words, the elderly Airbender could already deduce the old man's suspicion and disappointment, as it is highly questionable for pacifist Air Nomads to be seen with the military, an institution that killed many people.

But before any of them could debate the intricacies of their circumstances, a large shadow suddenly enveloped them, turning day into night. Their Sky Bison panicked. Tenzin fought hard to maintain control, managing to reign his steed back to calmness.

"W-what's going on?" Meelo asked in concern. The four of them instantly looked up at the sky. The sun was gone, replaced by an object that eclipsed the serenity that shone upon these lands. It is large enough to stifle the light. A greyish thief that sought to conquer the heavens for itself.

Brazen, audacious, and bold. An act of defiance against the natural order of this world. It is simply colossal.