Chapter 2: An Asol Tani

The hall was dead silent.

Every pair of eyes was locked onto Mri and the towering figure before him.

"Yo, new guy. Fight me."

The voice was deep, carrying the weight of undisputed confidence—as if the result had already been decided.

It was Neel, 5th Division Captain of The Dragons.

Mri exhaled slowly, his hands still stuffed in his pockets. Pointless fights weren't worth his time.

Before he could respond, Ayang stepped forward, his smirk sharp as ever.

"Tsk. You Dragons always like throwing your weight around, huh?" He crossed his arms lazily. "Since when does anyone here have to answer to you?"

Neel's grin widened as he cracked his knuckles. "Step aside, Ayang. I'm not here for you." His gaze locked onto Mri. "I've heard the stories—an undefeated fighter from Dibrugarh? I don't buy it. If you're really that strong… prove it."

A low murmur rippled through the crowd.

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"This is insane. Neel is ranked in the Top 30!"

"Why is he going after Mri on his first day?"

But Mri's expression remained blank. He could already tell.

Neel was strong.

But not enough.

He tilted his head slightly.

"No thanks."

The crowd gasped.

Neel's grin vanished.

"What?"

Mri simply shrugged. "Not interested." He turned, already walking away.

And that's when it happened.

A blur of motion.

Neel's fist shot forward—aimed straight for Mri's face.

Fast. Powerful. A knockout blow.

But—

Mri was gone.

No, not gone. Moved.

A single step to the side—smooth, effortless—as if he had predicted the attack before it even began.

Neel's fist struck empty air.

The crowd erupted.

"WHAT THE HELL?!"

"Did you see that?!"

"He dodged without even looking!"

Neel stumbled forward, eyes wide in shock. That had never happened before.

Mri turned his gaze toward him, cold and unbothered.

"I said… I'm not interested."

A chill spread through the air.

This wasn't arrogance.

This was dominance.

And everyone in that hall felt it.

But Neel wasn't done.

His Aura flared—deep red light enveloping his fists.

"I don't care if you're interested or not. YOU DON'T GET TO IGNORE ME!"

He lunged again.

And then—

A shockwave rippled through the hall.

A hand landed on Neel's shoulder.

Not Mri's.

Someone else had appeared between them.

A tall figure, draped in a black academy jacket, his presence alone heavy enough to crush the room.

The crowd froze in fear.

An Asol Tani

Neel's face paled as he realized who was standing behind him.

A deep voice rumbled through the hall.

"Hoi,you rat of The Dragons,step aside."

Silence.

Adonish.One of the Seven Asol Tanis.

The academy itself feared him.

And right now—his gaze was locked on Mri.

A warning.

A challenge.

"Stay in your lane, newcomer."

Ayang stepped forward "And you are here to threaten him?"

"Ah....ah! I was just passing by,went to eat pani puri."

"Well ,I am going now."

And just like that—

Mri's quiet entry into Jengraimukh Academy had turned into a storm.