Chapter 14:The Invitation & The Warning

Scene 1 – The GS Room, Jengraimukh Academy

The wooden clock on the wall ticked steadily, filling the silence in the General Secretary’s room at Jengraimukh Academy. The air was thick with anticipation as the Student Union leaders and Miss Ananya Kutum, one of the academy’s teachers, gathered around a large wooden table.

Chandrosekhar Doley, the GS, sat at the head, leaning forward with his fingers interlocked. Beside him, Lohit Kashyap, the AGS, tapped his pen against the table, deep in thought. Meghali Doley, the Event President, adjusted the invitation letter from Arunachal Pradesh Academy, her expression unreadable.

Miss Ananya Kutum crossed her arms, her sharp gaze moving between them.

Ananya: "This is a prestigious opportunity for Jengraimukh Academy. The Annual Grand Event isn’t just any competition; it’s a platform where only the best from multiple academies compete. Arunachal Pradesh Academy doesn’t invite just anyone. We need to send our strongest."

Chandrosekhar nodded. "That’s why we have to be very careful with our selection. Out of twelve thousand students, we need only five S-Rank contenders."

Lohit leaned back in his chair. "We’ve seen exceptional students in combat, academics, and leadership, but choosing only five is going to be difficult."

Meghali tapped the letter on the table. "Agreed. There are many skilled fighters, but the Grand Event isn’t just about raw strength. It tests intelligence, tactics, and adaptability."

Chandrosekhar turned to Miss Ananya. "What do you think, Ma’am?"

Ananya adjusted her glasses. "We need a fair selection process. Something that ensures only the best get chosen, without bias."

Before anyone could respond, a knock on the door interrupted the discussion.

Ujjwal Kuli, the Sports Union President, entered, his face serious. "Sorry to interrupt, but there’s something important."

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Chandrosekhar gestured for him to continue.

Ujjwal: "The Annual Sports Week of Jengraimukh Academy is coming up soon. If we’re planning to select the S-Rank students, this might be our best chance. Everyone will be pushing their limits, and we can evaluate them in real-time."

Meghali’s eyes lit up. "That’s actually a great idea. We’ll see their endurance, leadership, and fighting ability all in one go."

Ananya nodded thoughtfully. "It makes sense. Instead of testing them in a closed environment, we can observe them in a natural competitive setting."

Chandrosekhar smirked. "Alright then. We won’t rush this decision. Let’s watch the Sports Week carefully and decide from there."

Everyone nodded in agreement, their eyes burning with determination.

Scene 2 – Amai Gang's Secret Meeting

In a dimly lit corner of an abandoned classroom, members of the Amai Gang sat in a loose circle, their voices hushed but filled with excitement. The air was thick with the scent of cigarette smoke and adrenaline.

A tall, wiry boy smirked. "It’s done. We pulled the strings just right, and now there’s going to be a war between The Dragons and The Revolutionary Stars."

Another gang member chuckled darkly. "Yeah, and the best part? Mri already fought against the Doppelganger of Dipangkar. Now, it’s only a matter of time before the real war begins."

A third member leaned forward. "Once they take each other out, we’ll be the only ones left standing. Jengraimukh Academy will belong to us."

Laughter echoed through the room.

But they weren’t alone.

Outside the door, hidden in the shadows, Neha—the First Division Vice-Captain of The Dragons—listened, her eyes narrowing.

So that’s their plan, she thought. They set up the fight to weaken us and The Revolutionary Stars...

Without wasting another second, she turned and disappeared into the darkness.

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Scene 3 – The Dragon Awakens

The room was silent except for the ticking of a ceiling fan. Dipangkar, leader of The Dragons, sat at his desk, flipping a coin between his fingers. He was calm—too calm.

Then, the door slammed open.

Neha stepped in, her breath slightly ragged. "Dipangkar, I found out something. The Amai Gang—"

He caught the coin mid-air and clenched his fist. "I heard."

His voice was cold, but the air around him wasn’t.

It was burning.

A dark green aura flickered around his body, swirling like a storm. The temperature in the room seemed to drop as his eyes darkened.

Neha swallowed. "What do you want to do?"

He stood up. "They think they can play with us?"

Without another word, he walked past her.

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The Amai Gang’s territory was in an old warehouse behind the academy. The moment Dipangkar stepped inside, the entire room tensed.

The dark green aura around him crackled like lightning. The sheer pressure of it sent shivers down the spines of those present. Some gang members dropped to their knees, gasping for breath. Even the division captains of Amai Gang, known for their strength, could do nothing but watch.

Dipangkar walked forward, unfazed. He stopped in front of Biplob Doley, the leader of Amai Gang.

Biplob tried to act unaffected, but his fingers trembled slightly.

Dipangkar’s voice was low, dangerous.

"You wanted to start a war?"

Silence.

Dipangkar took a step closer.

"You think you can control what happens in my academy?"

The green aura flared, and Biplob gritted his teeth as sweat dripped down his forehead.

Dipangkar leaned in, his voice barely above a whisper. "Let me make something very clear. Stay. In. Your. Limit."

The air grew heavier.

"Or next time... I won’t just talk."

Biplob gulped but managed a nod.

Satisfied, Dipangkar turned and walked away.

As soon as he left, the tension in the room lifted, and Biplob collapsed into his chair, exhaling sharply.

"Damn it... that guy is a monster."

The Amai Gang had miscalculated.

Badly.