《Avatar: Chaos Water.》


 1: Shisui.

    "You know, your mistake was falling in love with that woman..." a man''s deep voice echoed in the dark room, full of authority and a certain malice he did not try to hide.


    "But my lord..." another voice spoke, but a slap was heard.


    "Shut up, we''re Fire Nation, Fire, you idiot! Mixing with a lowly woman like a water bender has already upset other generals, and you still want to defend yourself?" the first voice scolded, and footsteps were heard.


    A man in red, gold, and black robes approached what appeared to be a wooden cradle containing a small child, when he saw the little one, who seemed to be sleeping peacefully, oblivious to all the commotion, a grimace of displeasure appeared on his face.


    "As a general, hiding a waterbender could be considered treason, and if you hadn''t had a child, I would have killed you right now. But in addition to being a Fire Lord, I am also a father," the man, who showed a somewhat aged face with gray hair, slowly brought his hand closer to the little boy.


    "Then I give you two choices, Sai. Kill your wife and child and I will forget your blatant betrayal of our cause, or you may choose one of them, but you will be imprisoned like all traitors," the man laid his hand on the child''s black hair, at least he had inherited that trait from his father.


    Those of the Fire Nation had certain characteristics that set them apart from other nations, their black hair and golden eyes being the most symbolic, and as far as the Fire Lord knew, the little boy before him possessed both, though his skin? It was tan, like those Water Tribe types.


    "My Lord, I choose my son," the voice replied without hesitation, though the trembling in his words indicated that it had not been an easy decision to make.


    "But, could you protect him? I will give my life if necessary!" this voice dared to demand, since it was all in the same shit, why not try to get an advantage for his son?


    "Clever as always, General Sai. But you will die not by my hand or your own, but on the battlefield against the Northern Water Tribe. You like their women, don''t you, then die at their hands with what little honor you have left!"


    "Yes, Lord of Fire Azulon!" the man shouted, and soon he was heard leaving the room.


    There was no need to hesitate or say goodbye to his son, he had something more pressing to do. Soon the sound of banging and breaking could be heard in the distance, along with the hysterical screams of a man and a woman.


    "You evil bastard! All of you Fire Nation are bastards!" the woman finally shouted, but her voice was drowned out by the roar of an explosion.


    Soon after, there was only silence.


    "What shall I call you now?" Azulon completely ignored everything that had happened outside this room, focusing his attention on the infant he now held in his arms.


    He was a child of misfortune, that was what they called the little half-breeds born in this time of war, the Fire Nation''s disdain for other nations was not just lip service, it was something more cultural, as they wanted to ''benefit'' everyone.


    Although miscegenation was inevitable, there was usually a very shady or sad story behind each of these children, and add to that the hatred produced by both sides in this war, and you have the perfect victim for ridicule and abuse.


    "Will you be a Firebender or a Waterbender? Probably the latter, after all, you were born under the influence of the full moon," Azulon murmured as he rocked the baby, if anyone else saw him doing this they would surely think he was possessed by a spirit.


    "But I suppose that would be an advantage because to integrate the other nations, we need to show them the benefits of doing so, right? You''ll be the perfect tool for that, Shisui," Azulon said quietly, before he put the baby in the crib and left the room, he had to make arrangements to ensure the child''s growth.


    ''Well, I guess the standard of every reincarnate has caught up with me, but I never expected so much darkness in this sunny world,'' someone thought, and small golden eyes opened in the darkened room.


    The baby had been conscious all the time, and since no one would examine a baby closely, neither Azulon nor his supposed father had discovered that he was awake. Ironically, only his mother could tell when he was pretending to sleep, but that woman was already dead.


    ''Why did I fall for something so simple,'' Shisui thought weakly, the reasons for his rebirth were somewhat stupid, but the context was not.


    His previous world had completely gone to shit, simple as that. No one knows why, but suddenly, people started going crazy and killing each other, either violently or, like him, through trickery.


    Society collapsed, and it even occurred to some rulers to unleash some of those delicious stockpiled nuclear weapons, further screwing up the planet. It was as if something had been collectively activated deep inside the human mind, causing it to fall into utter chaos.Reading on Amazon or a pirate site? This novel is from Royal Road. Support the author by reading it there.


    Obviously, he was a victim of it, but at least he was one of the lucky ones, he didn''t have those destructive desires like the rest and could control himself properly, but under the influence of whatever it was, remorse or guilt had disappeared, allowing him to calmly commit many heinous acts.


    ''I can feel guilt again...'' The baby realized that whatever had affected him in his homeworld had not followed him to this life, but something else had.


    Perhaps because the phenomenon was supernatural, many people realized that they possessed some special abilities, but they were nothing incredible like manipulating elements or anything like that, they were more subtle abilities, silent, nothing remarkable.


    It was as if this phenomenon chose certain people to make his killing easier, and he kept this "gift," as some people called it. He could see and feel other people''s auras! Each with a color and meaning, an ability that allowed him to survive for a long time.


    Until his stupid death came to him. No ability is invincible or omnipotent, a woman came into his life and showed him that not everyone has bad feelings towards others.


    With his self-control, he managed to avoid murdering her and they built a relationship after going through many hardships, only for her to betray him by revealing that he had been chosen as her "prey" years before, and this was the way she chose to murder.


    She controlled her hormones and brain secretions to truly ''fall in love'' with him, fooling any ability capable of recognizing intentions, such as his own. On his deathbed, he remembered asking to go to a place of peace.


    ''Peace my baby fists, this world is only beautiful when they fly over Appa, mired in war and chaos with an almost divine figure guarding the earthly plane and who knows God what''s in the spirit world,'' the baby mused with some regret, realizing that he had probably been noticed by those super dangerous spirits, like a certain mother he avoided mentioning.


    ''But we can do some good, but I''m very sleepy, being a baby is terrible,'' Shisui slept for a good few hours before waking up crying from hunger, a biological instinct in all babies.


    With his poor eyesight, not yet used to using his eyes, he could tell he was in another room, much better lit by the way. Soon, a calm woman with a baby in her arms entered the room and looked at little Shisui with a certain resignation in her eyes.


    "I don''t know why ''he'' adopted a child of misfortune, nor why he makes me nurse him, there are so many wet nurses available," the woman muttered in a tone full of complaint, but she had to fulfill her duties.


    Princess Ursa didn''t have much of a choice, let''s say, so she left her newborn son Zuko at Shisui''s side before she took him in her arms and examined him carefully, especially his skin.


    "What a miserable life you will have, I guess we have a lot in common, don''t you think? I just hope you end up better off than me," the woman said before she started to nurse Shisui.


    ''Don''t curse me, woman, your life is a drama I don''t want to experience,'' Shisui thought absentmindedly while he was being fed, feeling familiar yet distant security.


    ''I guess this is real mother love,'' Shisui didn''t know why he felt this way, but in a way, this experience allowed his mind to relax.


    He constantly had thoughts and internal dialogues to somehow calm his fears, he didn''t like this world, he didn''t like any fictional world, no, the idea of living in it didn''t appeal to him.


    I never thought about being ''reborn'' or ''transmigrated'', and even if a wasteland covered in radioactive ash and nuclear snow wasn''t the best, it was my world, I didn''t want to leave it just like that, although maybe it was the influence of that thing," Shisui continued to mentally ramble until his mind gradually shut down from the sleepiness he felt.


    Three years later...


    "Look Shisui, I can make fire!" a small three-year-old boy ran up to another of the same age.


    Although they were similar in age, they were dressed differently, the former wearing red, gold, and black clothes, indicating his status as a prince, while the boy wore only black clothes, a kind of negative symbol.


    Strangely enough, however, both of them had good complexions, indicating that neither of them had suffered any hardships, and aside from the difference in their skin color and clothing, neither of them was particularly different from the other.


    "Incredible," Shisui waved his arms in the pond that was located in a certain open area of the castle, his smooth movements causing ripples in the water without even touching it as if that element was under the boy''s complete control.


    Indeed it was. At the age of three, Shisui already knew that he could control water like his deceased mother. Although the servants looked at him more and more badly because of it, none of them dared to play a trick on him, because, after all, the royal family was behind him.


    "You don''t look excited!" exclaimed the boy who was Zuko.


    "No, I''m not," Shisui replied, floating a water balloon, but you could tell from the jagged and wobbly edges that it took a lot of effort.


    "Great!" Zuko shouted again at the sight of his friend Shisui''s water ball, but Shisui simply stopped waving his arms and let the waterfall.


    "I need to learn more about water bending," Shisui mumbled, trying to replicate the moves he remembered from the show, but there was a lot of mystery and skill involved that couldn''t be conveyed in an animation.


    Fortunately, he knew how to meditate. It was not as unbelievable as it might seem, anyone can meditate, and he used it a lot in his first life to calm himself or control his gift, so he was very familiar with the action.


    But meditating was not a trick to gain super control abilities, if anything it allowed him to gradually access the extraordinary energy of this world, the Chi, but not much more.


    "Zuko, do you want to race turtle ducks?" bored, Shisui invited Zuko to release the energy that every child has at this young age.


    "All right, I''ll beat you this time!" promised Zuko, who went over to the pond to grab one of the little critters, oblivious to the subtle look Shisui gave him.


    ''You fool, I always cheat, you won''t be able to beat me,'' the boy thought mischievously before he grabbed a turtleduck of his own.


    "?1, 2, 3!"

 2: Boiling Water.

    "So, what''s the point of knowing the existence of oxygen?" seeing the chemical reaction in front of him, Zuko could not help but ask such a question.


    "If you know every aspect of your power, you can control it effectively," replied Shisui, who was engrossed at the tender age of 5 in repeating certain scientific experiments.


    How did he get a secluded room to do this? He told the kind Fire Lord Azulon of his desire to explore the material world extensively; perhaps he could find something useful for the Fire Nation.


    Why is a five-year-old boy able to converse with the Fire Lord, even though he is a Son of Misfortune? Did you forget that the man supported him? He was even kind enough to let him see the journal his mother had written for him, which was filled with knowledge about controlling water.


    That last one is kind of sad, his mother was in love with his father but had doubts and even fears about what might happen to him, so during her pregnancy, she wrote down all her knowledge in a notebook.


    From the basics of waterbending to more advanced arts like healing or creating ice, his mother summed up waterbending in one simple sentence, but it opened up a new world for Shisui: ''Understand the element, its limits, and how far your imagination can go with it.''


    Perhaps Azulon, or those who evaluated the journal before giving it to him, did not consider those words and wrote it off as some mystical nonsense, but it made Shisui begin to look at the supposed manipulation of the elements in this world with different eyes.


    It had clear rules, you used your energy to create or control the four elements, though each person could only control one unless you were the legendary Avatar, each element had things that others could learn and replicate.


    Living among the firebenders, with his characteristic battle-oriented style, Shisui unconsciously adapted his water control, even if it felt uncomfortable at times, it allowed him to see a way beyond the usual.


    Iroh was able to create a technique that allowed him to redirect lightning by learning the basics of waterbending, could he create something similar? Although he was still a novice, his ambitions were already reaching further and further, but he had to take it one step at a time.


    "I don''t understand, isn''t it just letting my anger and desire burn to create fire?" asked Zuko, not quite understanding what his friend Shisui was saying.


    Sometimes Zuko was jealous of the way his friend behaved and even how others reacted to his presence, sometimes he tried to copy him, but it only made his little sister Azula, who was present, laugh.


    "Silly Zuzu, if you can use this ''oxygen'' to make fire, you''ll make stronger flames, won''t you?" said little Azula, who had a habit of sneaking into Shisui''s laboratory, and since he preferred to keep an eye on her to make sure she didn''t mess with his things, he gave her permission to satisfy her curiosity.


    "Exactly, oxygen is something that is in the air we breathe, along with other ''elements'', although these do not react with our bodies, except for the mixture of oxygen with another called ''carbon'', which is part of the breath you exhale," Shisui said, adjusting his long hair as it prevented him from seeing.


    No one dared to cut Shisui''s hair for fear of hurting him with scissors or razors, there were some very radical people, and even if they had direct orders not to hurt him, ''accidents'' can happen.


    That was why his hair was so long, he hadn''t cut it since he was born, and maybe because he was a Waterbender, he had more vitality than others, which explained his luxuriant hair.


    "Yes, the carbon dionome, the one that makes little bubbles!" cried Zuko excitedly, but he only heard his younger sister''s mocking laughter.


    "Carbon dioxide, silly Zuzu! It can be found in many things, like smoke, and it''s poisonous in many variations, like Shisui said," Azula said, looking excitedly at the lab glassware, imagining what poisonous stuff was in there.


    "Not exactly, carbon dioxide is not poison, it is the result of something natural. Plants ''eat'' it together with water and sunlight, releasing the oxygen we need," Shisui corrected, he didn''t want to associate himself with the image of a poisoner, at least he wanted to wait until Azulon was dead, then he would have an excuse to study them.


    To the others, the Fire Lord only felt sorry for the tragic death of one of his generals and gave his son shelter, he didn''t give him a status similar to royalty, but as a part of it, more than a servant, he was a ''companion'', that''s why even Ozai couldn''t give him orders.


    Because to Azulon, Shisui represented his father''s ''ideal'', the unification of the four nations, that''s why Shisui was known as part of the Fire Nation and not the Water Tribe.


    "Plants don''t eat, stop lying to us," Zuko said proudly, he had always found the idea of plants doing anything other than sitting there taking up space waiting to be tended to or cut for firewood or charcoal silly.


    "Silly Zuzu," Azula said, ignoring him, more interested in what Shisui was doing.


    Soon, a small blue flame appeared in front of the three children''s eyes, it only lasted a few seconds before turning red-orange, but the sight completely shocked Zuko and Azula.


    "Cool!" Zuko exclaimed with his usual glee, seeing it as something cool to tell his mother and Mai about in the future, while his younger sister stared at Shisui''s hands.


    "You control water, why were you able to make blue fire, is it because of the oxygen, is that what happens when you use oxygen to enhance fire?" asked Azula after she came out of her stupor.


    She was smart, much smarter than her stupid brother who was always thinking of funny things. Azula may not have had all the knowledge that Shisui had, but she had something that every researcher and scientist had: curiosity.


    That''s why she insisted on visiting Shisui''s lab, even when he was just doing boring things like polishing a crystal to see the sky better, or what he called ''cells'', but she always asked him questions, wrote down as much as she could, and searched her father''s study for the stories and examples her partner told her.The narrative has been illicitly obtained; should you discover it on Amazon, report the violation.


    Yes, the three-year-old Azula considered Shisui a peer, an equal. Not like Mai or Ty Lee, both of whom she considered slightly below her because of their princess status.


    Shisui was similar because her grandfather paid attention to him, even if he wasn''t a prince, he was somehow considered part of the royal family collective, not just a servant to be tormented when she was bored.


    Even though he was a waterbender, he seemed to know about all the elements, what rocks and soil were made of, what wind was, why water fell from the sky, and why fire was so important to human civilization.


    His stories broadened Azula''s mind, making her realize that there was more to life than creating flames with her fists and feet, something she excelled at more than her brother. It was only because of Shisui that she became interested in what fire was and what it meant beyond being a destructive weapon.


    The girl might be a minor of 3 years, but her mind was sharp, when in doubt, she would ask Shisui directly, or search for scrolls, and even ask those ''scholars'' of the court, but none gave her a better answer than Shisui.


    "Well observed, Azula. The blue fire is the result of the complete combustion of fire, remember the triangle I showed you?" asked Shisui, seeing the girl nod, and he continued.


    "Fire is the result of three things, we have fuel, in this case, your chi, the energy that flows through your body.


    We have heat, which is what you firebenders call the ''inner fire'', although it''s more something to do with your will or your mind anyway, that''s why there are cases of defectors who lose their ability to make fire.


    The last element was the comburent, something that favors the flame, in this case... oxygen," Shisui created another blue flame, allowing Azula to once again admire the color of the flame that would define her life in the future.


    Next, Shisui placed a pot over this flame and controlled the water in a barrel to fill it, which left the two children somewhat confused, but Shisui was focused on what he was doing.


    "Well, do you know what happens when you put a pot of water on the fire?" asked Shisui, looking at Zuko, at least he had to get this boy involved in learning.


    "Yes! Water boils, it''s obvious!" the boy replied with a smile, not seeing the grimace on Azula''s face, teasing him.


    "So you think a waterbender can boil this element without using fire?" he asked again, this time looking at Azula, who returned a look of astonishment with her wide golden eyes.


    "You want to control the hot water!" Azula''s astonished question made Zuko look at Shisui strangely.


    Even children knew that Waterbenders lived in cold places and preferred to freeze water directly during fights, so what was so good about boiling water? Only he didn''t wait for Shisui''s answer.


    "Yes, so that I can have hot water to bathe in every day," the boy replied, ignoring the faces of the two children, but in his mind, he had other thoughts.


    ''Unlike fire control, which only increases the temperature and combustion of fire, water control is more of a way to touch temperature applications. Water, ice, steam, when I master them all, things like blood control, mud control, or plants will just be added,'' Shisui''s golden eyes shone brightly as he watched the bubbles in the pot.


    "Don''t you have any hot water?" asked Zuko innocently, causing both Azula and Shisui to look at him.


    "You''re a little slow sometimes, Zuzu," Azula joked, although she wasn''t too happy about the strange situation Shisui was living in, she didn''t dare say it out loud, she wasn''t as stupid as her older brother.


    "Don''t worry about those details. But do you know why things get hot or cold?" Shisui asked, changing the subject to something interesting for the children.


    "I don''t know!" Zuko answered truthfully.


    "Look, it''s that simple..." Shisui went on to explain this and other topics in a way that even a child without much knowledge could learn.


    And when evening came, while the royal family and Shisui were dining, the Fire Lord''s voice caught the attention of everyone present.


    "Shisui, what have you accomplished in your laboratory?" the man asked somewhat sternly, though his question caught the attention of his two sons, Iroh and Ozai.


    They knew that their father held the boy in high esteem and had even raised his status by force, but they had never thought that he would be interested in what Shisui had accomplished in his so-called laboratory.


    "Oh, I isolated the element that allows us to breathe and makes the fire more powerful," Shisui said as if what he said wasn''t that important, but his words made even Lu Ten, Iroh''s son, who always remained silent at the table, look at him strangely.


    "What? Explain yourself!" Azulon asked, causing Shisui to stop eating and look at the audience he had tonight.


    "Through an experiment, I was able to obtain the element that in most cases allows the fire to start and spread, oxygen. This is present in the air we breathe in a proportion of..." Shisui was explaining the data he had gathered through experimentation, not using his past life knowledge.


    He even noticed that the amount of oxygen in the air, at least in the Fire Nation, was higher than the normal average on Earth, which explained one of the reasons why the ancestors of this nation chose this part of the world to settle.


    "That''s interesting, I''ve noticed a special phenomenon, the flames we create on our land are a bit stronger than in other places, I didn''t know it had something to do with the so-called oxygen in the air," Iroh, who had finished eating and was now drinking a cup of tea, was amazed.


    He didn''t know that there were so many interesting things in this world, even in something as simple as the air he breathed! In a way, this proved to Iroh once again the hidden greatness of nature.


    "And what''s the point of knowing something like that? It''s just nonsense," Ozai replied, not that he disliked Shisui, but it was his habit to question everything and everyone, even his father, even if he did it in private.


    "It''s simple, if we know the basics of our world and what surrounds us, we can do great things. Haven''t you ever thought about why there are places where there are open flames? Especially where there is oil.


    Why the gunpowder in fireworks, with certain differences in proportions, can cause more powerful explosions? Or again, why do fireworks have such bright colors when certain components are added to them?


    Everything in this world is connected, we can even exaggerate a bit and mention that being that seems to appear constantly in our history, changing everything according to the time," Shisui''s words plunged the table into silence.


    Ursa did not think that the child she once fed could have such an impact with his words at the age of five, but there he was, fearlessly conversing with the three greatest figures of the nation, and best of all, holding their interest.


    "You say. What does the Avatar have to do with your research and questions?" asked Azulon finally, asking the key question.


    "Have you read the classics on the four elements that those ''alchemists'' have in their possession?" when he mentioned those so-called alchemists, Shisui showed obvious discomfort.


    Those bastards had suggested that his ideas were foolish and that he should stop! If it were possible, the entire industrial revolution of the Fire Nation should be stopped. The only reason they weren''t killed was because they were just a bunch of old bastards with no support, not even the Fire Temple could stand them.


    "To me, the Avatar is more than the man or woman who controls the four elements, in essence, the Avatar can come to control reality itself, a god incarnate on earth, for all practical purposes," Shisui''s words made the three men looking at him give him three different expressions.


    Ozai showed some discomfort, Azulon showed dismay, and Iroh looked skeptical, but none spoke, waiting for Shisui to continue.


    "What the Avatar does not control is not just the elements, it is what drives the elements, the Avatar has done what nature takes a great deal of effort to do, convert energy into matter. The Avatar is a great converter.


    Don''t be surprised if one day another form of elemental manipulation is discovered and the Avatar suddenly knows how to do it, even with the misnamed ''sub-controls'', they are just an expression of the manipulation of energy and its conversion into matter by that being," Shisui''s reflection ended, no complicated data or flowery words needed to be said.


    He was sending a clear message: The Fire Nation''s greatest enemy was not the other nations, but the damn thing that had made energy its bitch with 100% utilization.

 3: Real purposes.

    In the bathroom of his room, Shisui looked at the water barrel that was constantly emitting a light cloud of steam with an amused smile in his eyes, but contrary to what Azula or Zuko might have thought, he wasn''t doing it by himself.


    Oh no, just the one in charge of preparing his bath, the one who was just getting ready to help him wash up, told him that he would have hot water from now on, so that was the reason for his smile.


    ''You seem to appreciate me more now, old man,'' Shisui thought as he closed his eyes to keep the foam on his head from irritating them.


    ''I imagine they will talk, but I hope that at least the boys'' desire for war will diminish and that Ozai won''t be such an idiot as to force his wife to kill his father'' In the comfort that only someone who has a special servant to bathe him can feel, Shisui began to imagine what things Azulon and his sons might talk about tonight.


    "Father, should we slow down the war against Ba Sing Se, should we show weakness?" Ozai raised his voice a little, but it was because he didn''t quite understand why his father wanted to slow down the conflict.


    They were doing well, well, as well as it could be to be stuck on the outskirts of a walled city for decades, but that only showed the Fire Nation''s fervent desire to take that city, so why stop?


    Iroh also had his doubts, but remained silent, waiting for his father''s answer, Ozai also understood that he should do the same, so a few minutes passed without anyone speaking, until Azulon, sitting at the desk in his study, looked up from some papers in front of him.


    "How much have we wasted on the useless sieges of Ba Sing Se, Ozai?" the Fire Lord''s question caused Ozai to quickly blurt out a series of data, and he even added his own opinions to the data he said, receiving a nod from his father.


    "Even if you don''t go to war, you''re as good as a general, Ozai, but you lack something, you know that," Azulon said, causing Ozai to lower his head, but he felt a hand on his shoulder and when he looked to his side, he noticed the encouraging smile on his brother''s face.


    "Ozai, I don''t care about the old man''s position," he blatantly told Azulon, who snorted at his son''s blatant disrespect, but he was so used to it that he said nothing, after all, it was his blood.


    "Brother, you have advanced so far in politics and all things bureaucratic that you have neglected the martial arts. Yes, you are strong, I don''t deny it, even though I feel that you can threaten me, and I have fought on dangerous battlefields.


    But you lack that, visibility, blood, for everyone to see you fighting for our country, and while I feel this might be an opportunity for the common people to appreciate you, I feel our father''s motives are different, you too, right?" Iroh''s words made Ozai show a genuine smile.


    Yes, he was a manipulative bastard and even had some wild thoughts about the throne, but he knew that it was his fear due to the lack of a crucial element for his future ascension, but Iroh''s words told him.


    You can fight! Not that he didn''t want to, like all Firebenders, it was a kind of innate tendency in them to want to fight, but the war had become a meat grinder that even his brother wasn''t sure he would survive.


    Iroh had more wounds on his body than anyone else in the studio, but now he had a very good chance. Only, Iroh''s last words reminded him of the dark reflection of a certain boy who lived in the castle.


    "Shisui''s words are worthy of attention, no doubt," Ozai said, somewhat uncomfortable with the very ''realistic'' view the boy had given them of the Avatar.


    They knew it was energy and matter, how could they not? The Industrial Revolution came to their nation first, and there must be scientific backing behind it, though the terms and the knowledge Shisui possessed seemed different, more advanced, and more refined.


    The idea that the Avatar was not only the master of the four elements but of energy itself, something that could somehow become whatever he wanted, frightened the three of them.


    Yes, even Iroh, who belonged to a certain secret organization. They only knew the Avatar''s main mission, to maintain balance, but sometimes one wondered what balance was. The past actions of each Avatar meant only one thing: the balance was constantly shifting in meaning.


    Some Avatars did nothing relevant in their entire lives, others focused on supposedly fighting evil spirits, and others on "correcting" the behavior of some nations or groups of people.


    For goodness sake, there was an Avatar who wanted everyone in the world to have a mate and went from town to town as a wedding planner. The question is, what if one day the balance shifted to something else? Iroh didn''t want to think about it too much, he just knew that the Avatar was fair in some way.


    Azulon and Ozai considered the worst-case scenario. What if the Avatar decided that the Fire Nation was a bigger problem than his thirst for expansion? What if he thought technology was bad for the supposed balance? If knowledge was a problem if humans were the problem!


    Fair? Their balls! The Avatar was human, a being with corruption in his nature, and since the Fire Nation had caused him grievances in the past, why not think that the day would come when he would take revenge on them? It was easy, he could destroy their nation because, in a way, that was what the other races would want.This tale has been unlawfully lifted without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon.


    It would be fair to kill them in front of the rest of the world! This series of thoughts chilled Azulon and Ozai, who looked at each other for a second before subtly turning their attention to Iroh.


    "Iroh, I don''t care who you hang out with or what your ideas about the Avatar are," Azulon said slowly, causing his eldest son to frown unconsciously.


    "Just remember one thing: you are a Firebender of the Fire Nation," Azulon concluded before picking up the pile of papers.


    "Ozai, take care of those so-called researchers and scientists, who was the idiot who suggested a giant drill to pierce the walls of Ba Sing Se? I don''t want idiots!


    Collect the information these vermin have been hiding for their own benefit, compile it into books, and let me know, we need to reform the education system, maybe Shisui was right about this.


    The Fire Nation already has soldiers, we need brains. Also, bring me that guy who lives in the Air Temples, he has some interesting ideas. If he refuses, break his arm, see if he likes having only one limb," Azulon passed the series of papers to his son Ozai, they were orders to be distributed and carried out to the letter.


    "By the way, Iroh, get those generals together, not only will the war in Ba Sing Se subside, but so will the attacks on the Southern Water Tribe, those guys have nothing useful except women and children, just a bunch of useless hunters" Azulon''s fierce words made Iroh grimace, but he nodded, for him it was good that his country''s extreme ideas had a pause, even if only for a while.


    "Oh yes, Ozai, do you want the throne soon?" after raising his voice just now, Azulon changed his tone and asked this question, taking his two sons by surprise.


    Ozai didn''t dare to lie at that moment; when a firebender reaches a certain level, their instincts and senses would allow them to notice some hidden subtleties if they paid attention.


    "Yes, I want the throne soon, Father," knowing that Azulon''s attention was on him, Ozai spoke the truth, but instead of seeing a frown on his father''s aged face, he only saw a smile.


    "You finally said it, by all gods, you don''t know how annoying this place is," Azulon complained as any old man would, and even had a teasing smile on his face.


    "I will give my last orders and start the educational reform, in one year at the latest you will sit on the throne. Your children will be the heirs, although I have more faith in little Azula, she has a great name and talent to match, don''t you think?" asked Azulon humorously, causing Ozai, who had a mind full of conspiracies, and machinations and even the desire to kill, to fall into a stupor.


    Cheer up, little brother! No, future Fire Lord!" Iroh chuckled as he patted his brother''s shoulder, snapping him out of his stupor and making him look at his father with an embarrassment that was unusual for him.


    "You noticed, didn''t you?" asked Ozai, bringing a tense atmosphere into the room.


    "I saw your relief just now, those dark thoughts came out of your head when I gave you the chance to go into battle, I know. I also had murderous thoughts towards my father, he had them towards his father, and your children will also have them toward you, it''s normal, it''s the education you received that causes it.


    After all, I am old, and I have not shown any obvious signs of resignation, so tell me, did you want to use Ursa? Simple, but I wouldn''t be careful with such a mentally fragile woman," Azulon''s cold words were in stark contrast to the warmth or fierceness he had before.


    Iroh looked at his father and brother with some disbelief, what the hell, he could swear he''d never had such thoughts, but when he saw that his father didn''t seem to be affected by it, he relaxed.


    "Don''t worry, I don''t blame you for anything, just raise your children well, be more tolerant with Zuko, he''s a fool, but he has a heart full of fire. Azula, on the other hand, must correct her sadistic tendencies, or they could be used against her, for she has inherited her mother''s mental fragility," Azulon advised, then leaned back in his seat, which seemed to be quite comfortable.


    "What are you waiting for, go! Don''t you know that old men like us are more active in the privacy of the night?" Azulon gestured to shoo away his sons, who, as they left, watched as a particularly beautiful and shapely maid entered the study.


    "Looks like the old man wastes no time," Iroh joked, only to be met with a grimace from Ozai, who had kept a straight face in front of the maid until his brother''s bad joke broke his facade.


    "Forget it, as long as I don''t have a brother my age, I''ll be fine," Ozai replied, showing that he also seemed to have a sense of humor.


    "Hahaha! That would be funny," Iroh said before heading to his room.


    Ozai stood in front of his father''s study door and thought about a few things. Only when he heard the soft moaning of a woman, followed by a certain familiar rhythmic sound, he decided to leave in a hurry.


    ''I hope Ursa hasn''t fallen asleep,'' Ozai thought, who had a fire that he could only quench with his wife.


    The next morning, Shisui was awakened by a sunbeam that entered their room and hit him square in the face. He tried to cover himself with his arm, but his aura perception told him that someone else was in the room.


    "Boy, don''t be lazy. Get up," the old but powerful voice broke Shisui''s illusion of wanting to sleep more, he couldn''t do it, he recognized this voice.


    "I''m sorry, Fire Lord," Shisui said quickly, sitting up in his bed and looking out the window where Azulon was watching the scenery.


    "I understood your cryptic message, Shisui, was it your purpose to slow the insatiable expansion of our nation, and that is why you used the Avatar? Or do you have other intentions? Be honest with me, Shisui," Azulon''s voice was soft, but the regal bearing reminded him of the first time Shisui had heard his voice.


    And although he had no grudge against Azulon, he did not like it when the old man got like this.


    "I need time, our whole nation needs time, I need to get strong, and the Fire Nation needs to digest all it has accomplished in all these years, or it will fall into chaos," Shisui''s words were direct, but they were the truth.


    Ignoring the plot, ignoring the fact that Avatar Aang might return in ten years, two things were obvious: that he needed to get strong, and that to some extent, even if he didn''t like it, this nation had become his base, so to speak.


    Aside from the horrible things that usually happen in a war, and the genocide of the Air Nomads, the Fire Nation had nothing wrong with it, at least they didn''t have similar doctrines to a certain rejected guy from art school.


    As far as I knew, the situation that happened with the Air Nomads was unique and unrepeatable, yes, Ozai tried something similar in the canon, but that guy is very different from the real one.


    The entire Fire Nation tries to avoid situations like that, which is why you rarely hear of one of them attacking women or children, not after the aberration committed that day under the command of Sozin, who even regretted it shortly after it happened.


    Shisui would not be guided 100% by what he saw in a show made under human prejudices, he was in a tangible world that could not simply be felt as something he could "predict" or control.


    So why not try to change what he could? The Fire Nation''s situation could be better, and maybe they could direct that impulse to spread like wildfire elsewhere, like the stars.

 4: Even in this world, you must go to school.

    "Explain to me again why I should go to school," Shisui might be the only person currently using such a cold tone when talking to Azulon, but the man had recently retired and was playing the role of a kind ''grandfather''.


    "Brat, even with all your intellect and wisdom, there is something you should never let go of," the old man scolded as he tried to fish in a pond. It was a certain area of the castle gardens on a fine summer day, perfect for outdoor activities.


    "I know, socializing, but how damn lazy," six-year-old Shisui was performing a water-style kata, although if you looked closely, many of the gestures resembled the way Firebenders fought, including their complicated pirouettes.


    "Blame yourself, it was your idea to improve the school, you have to attend it whether you want to or not," Azulon ignored the brat''s complaints.


    "But if I want to learn, I can do it on my own," Shisui replied with a serious tone, although for a six-year-old, it was obvious that it was just a childish facade.


    "Don''t you want to improve the status of the other master types in the nation? This is your chance," Azulon''s words cut through Shisui''s attempt at a serious facade and revealed one of his true motives.


    "I guess there''s nothing to hide from you, old man. What a bore," Shisui grumbled, pausing to watch as the former Firelord Azulon sat on a tree trunk like just another old man, holding a fishing rod.


    The serious and cold image I had of the old man was broken a year ago, it seemed as if the man had shed a heavy burden and let his true self out into the world.


    This somewhat eased the tension between Shisui and Azulon, especially since the latter, before retiring from his position, appointed him as his own ''grandson'', without the right to the throne, but giving him a royal family status.


    There was outrage among the nobles and military, how could there not be? Until they were told that he had earned it for one simple reason: knowledge. The changes that began to be seen in the Fire Nation were largely due to him, including education reform.


    Did you know that the Fire Nation had very few educated people - many couldn''t even write their names? Though Azulon had ideas to change that, everything was sped up by Shisui and his knowledge.


    They needed more people with brains instead of just muscles. Schools were no longer open only to nobles or military children; every citizen of the Fire Nation had the right to an education, even if they came from the colonies.


    But not just any education, a standard education! From age 6 to 14, everyone would learn languages, math, geography, history, art, wrestling, and culture. Only seven subjects, but they had the essence of everything that was necessary to learn at that time.


    A library was started where people could go and look for books or scrolls to learn, completely open to everyone. It was guarded by veteran soldiers to prevent the destruction of knowledge.


    Speaking of knowledge, it began to be classified in a better way; now you didn''t have to wait for someone who knew how to build something to pass their skills on to their apprentice, thus eliminating the risk of a certain technique becoming extinct because the possessor couldn''t find someone to teach it to in their lifetime.


    Perhaps it was because the Fire Nation had a certain affinity for fire, but many people with talents related to blacksmithing and mechanics were discovered. A mechanical tank that used to take six months to build now takes a month, which explains the increased efficiency.


    Even terms like "Periodic Table of the Elements" began to be spoken, constant exploration of the world was encouraged, and even the first magazines with an informative tone appeared, making people who learned to read aware of the wonders that existed in this world.


    The reforms and changes had just begun and needed more years to settle down completely, but even the nobles realized the essential: if they did not want to die, support!


    After the "mysterious" deaths of a few detractors, everyone understood that the Fire Nation was on a fast track, and no one could stop the progress of its changes.


    "You know, dear grandson. I was once the lord of this nation, if I could not guess the thoughts of a brat like you, it would have been best to die at the hands of my son in the future," Azulon said with a smile on his face, though it was probably because he felt a fish taking the bait.


    "Leave me out of this," Shisui simply looked down at the pond and gestured, raising a bubble of water containing a good-sized fish, which he placed in a basket.


    "That''s cheating!" remarked Azulon when he noticed that the fish Shisui caught was much bigger than his.


    "Not my problem," Shisui muttered before he started pulling out big fish without stopping until he had a dozen of them in the basket.


    "You are too strange, Shisui. Have you been touched by Spirits?" asked Azulon suddenly, causing Shisui to give him a strange look.


    The boy had a small twitch in his right eye, he couldn''t understand why this man of regal bearing had turned into a chattering old man, but he knew he had to answer this question. Although he was joking, it was surely one of the old man''s tests.Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.


    A person touched by spirits was a person who could suddenly do or accomplish something that was thought to be impossible or difficult, it was usually a colloquial term used to be amazed by someone or to describe the beauty of a person.


    But in very special cases, some people might be in contact with a certain spiritual being who could help or advise them, thus enabling them to achieve feats that would be ''impossible'' for others.


    "My knowledge I gain on my own, you''ve seen my laboratory, old man," Shisui replied, shaking his head for a moment before continuing.


    "If I didn''t do it, someone else would, I just took the first step, and many minds will join me in exploring the nature of this world. For example, that New Ton-Ton guy who started investigating why things fall the way they do, so no, no spirits appeared to me out of nowhere, it''s just human curiosity," Shisui''s words made Azulon raise his eyebrows.


    To this day, the old man was still amazed at the way Shisui did or thought about things, and he wasn''t the only one who had the idea that the boy might have had contact with spirits.


    His children had suggested that this was most likely, coupled with the boy''s intelligence that allowed him to accomplish so much, and best of all, everything he did was traceable. There was a clear process of why A went to B, why a thing was a thing.


    Everything was reproducible, his logic was not just sophistry or stratagem, when you thought about it, it really turned out to be so simple. Like the time he simply demonstrated his idea that the world was probably round with a big stick.


    Even Azulon didn''t believe him until he proved it! He tried some arguments and proofs himself, maybe it was all just wishful thinking, but Shisui knew how to navigate between every point he threw at him, even bringing up new evidence.


    But Azulon didn''t want to admit that he liked the boy and cared about him. Shisui was very bright, but that was his problem, he brightened too much! He didn''t seem to mind holding back, and he could even argue with those so-called sages at the Fire Temple.


    But Shisui was still a child, and Azulon feared that he would grow up badly. Yes, in a way, he was taking advantage of the boy and made no secret of his intention to use him as a tool for the good of the country, because he was the Fire Lord first and foremost.


    An isolated Shisui was not something he was interested in, and while the argument of making him a tool might not be as valid anymore due to his discovery that Shisui had much more value than a mere enforcer, he wanted the boy to have shackles and bonds.


    It may not make him love the land, but the school will give him friends, human contact, and even puppy love, all to bind him to the Fire Nation! Even .... Azulon looked at the little black-haired girl running in the distance, right behind her brother.


    ''Perhaps I should prepare for the future and prevent some foolish noble from getting inappropriate ideas,'' Azulon thought, already organizing the way he would orchestrate the final point of his plan.


    Shisui was a national treasure and should belong to the Fire Nation! More specifically, to the royal family.


    "Shisui! I brought you your backpack," Azula handed a small black bag to Shisui, who took it, feeling its weight.


    "Mom helped us organize it, you have your notebooks, scrolls, inkstone, and brushes. I want to go to school already!" Zuko showed off his red and gold backpack, excited that he would be going to school soon.


    "Wow, you caught all this stuff? Azula, age 4, looked at the basket of fish on the floor.


    "Yes, do you want some?" offered Shisui, putting his backpack aside.


    "Good! I want to try raw fish with that spicy green sauce again," Zuko licked his lips at the thought of the dish called sushi, he didn''t know where his friend got so many strange ideas, but some of them were delicious!


    "Shisui, I want to train with you," Azula interrupted her brother''s reverie with her dueling statement.


    "Huh?" Shisui looked into Azula''s eyes, the girl looked quite determined and even seemed to have some athletic clothes, it seemed she had this idea in her head for a long time.


    "Gee, fight her, Shisui, I want to see how the princess grows up," Azulon suggested, who seemed to be more focused on watching the fun than anything else.


    "Well, I have no problem with you, just give me a moment," Shisui didn''t want to refuse, because even if he was a reincarnated person, this life and his previous life had nothing to do with each other.


    It might be serious for a 6-year-old, but it was all a facade, he was just a brat who wanted to have fun! He had long wanted to fight and wreak havoc like any unruly child, but he needed to be more aware of his actions.


    Now that the adult present had given him the reins to go wild, how could he not create the perfect scenario? With an innocent smile on his face, Shisui slowly began to stretch.


    "Why are you doing that?" asked Zuko, but only received a pat on the head from Azula.


    "Silly Zuzu, he''s stretching to avoid cramps," Azula began to stretch as well, ignoring her brother''s pout.


    "I''m not silly," the boy muttered, standing next to his grandfather.


    "You''re not, Zuko, but sometimes you need to think a little more about your words, don''t just talk for the sake of talking. If you have questions, you can ask them at the end and in private," Azulon advised as he stroked his grandson''s head.


    Unlike Azula, who seemed to have a natural talent for many things, Zuko was relatively normal, at least an ordinary child. Surrounded by a genius full of ideas and knowledge like Shisui, or a sister who seemed to adapt easily to everything, poor Zuko''s life was perhaps the most strained after Shisui''s.


    "Grandpa, can I be as good as them?" Zuko asked his grandfather in a low voice, and Azulon just took a deep breath.


    "Yes. Remember Zuko, they are ravenous, explosive flames, but you are the little fire that slowly spreads through the forest and in time will cause a great forest fire. Keep up the pace, one day you''ll catch up to them and you won''t even notice," Azulon''s words were a bit complicated for Zuko''s childish mind.


    But he understood one thing: He was not the fool his sister made him out to be! Zuko seemed to regain the joy that only a child can have as he watched his sister and Shisui walk a few meters away to avoid accidents.


    "Okay, I''ll be the referee, I''ll tell them when to start and when to stop, okay?" spoke Azulon loudly, receiving nods from two children.


    "Who do you think will win?" asked Iroh to his brother Ozai, both of whom had approached and stumbled upon the scene that was about to take place.


    "As much as it pains me to admit it, Azula isn''t ready to take on the little monster," Ozai said with some reluctance in his voice.


    That was the nickname he had for Shisui, whom he didn''t know how to deal with, and he even had the idea of killing him, but he was too useful to have! Especially for the herb-based potions he began to brew.


    One of them really benefited him and his wife, a lot of dark thoughts had disappeared from his mind, besides, Ursa seemed to be smiling more and more, it probably had a lot to do with the fact that he could release all his energy with his partner in bed.


    If you want to calm the mind of a potential maniacal ego conspirator like Ozai, fuck him! At least Ursa could attest to that.


    "He''s an interesting boy," Iroh said with a smile, he had benefited from the rich teas Shisui made, and the temperature control was perfect.


    "Okay, start!" Azulon''s voice started the confrontation of two children, two future monsters.

 5: Shisui vs Azula.

    When Azulon called for the match to begin, Azula was the first to lunge at Shisui to kick him. She knew her disadvantage was her size, so she would use what a Firebender did best: kicking!


    Shisui defended himself with his hand, deflecting the force of Azula''s blow to the side, then stepped forward and elbowed her in the forehead. Cold, direct, merciless, if the princess hadn''t put her hands up to defend herself, she would already be on the ground from this attack.


    "That boy has no respect for women," Iroh muttered, a little indignant at how ruthless Shisui proved to be.


    "Azula is a fighter, no one will feel sorry for her gender when she fights, she understands that and that''s why she doesn''t complain, look how she smiles," Ozai replied, defending his daughter, which made him proud.


    Just seeing how Azula seemed to enjoy taking on others from a young age let the reigning Fire Lord know that his daughter would not be a trophy for whoever managed to marry her.


    Azula would be a strong woman! She just needed to be more careful. While Ozai did not consider the sadism his daughter hid in her bones to be a particularly bad trait, he did acknowledge his father''s advice regarding her mental health.


    His ideas on how to raise his daughter had changed drastically some time ago, but now he seemed to have to put more emphasis on Azula''s mental cultivation. While he was proud that she enjoyed fighting, he didn''t want her to become a fighting fanatic.


    No, Azula would become something greater than that, and perhaps for the first time, Ozai had no dark thoughts about his children, only high expectations, at least for Azula. Zuko... well, a good fighter might be the best thing for him.


    "How mean you are, Shisui, that punch was dangerous," Azula complained with a small smile, trying to take advantage of the tenderness her age brought her, though she secretly shook her hand, defending herself because it had gone a little numb.


    "That was the idea, shall I treat you gently, Princess?" emphasizing the title in his question, Shisui managed to get Azula to jump on him again.


    The two were ''gentle'' at first, so to speak, exchanging simple punches and kicks, there was no need to move on to something more complicated, not yet. Azula realized that the size disadvantage would quickly become a problem, so she tried to stay in constant motion, not wanting to be caught in Shisui''s attack range.


    The boy, on the other hand, focused on finishing the fight quickly, at least in the beginning. Realizing that Azula was as slippery as a rabbit, he decided to increase the pressure by using more complicated moves.


    Soon, Shisui was incorporating moves usually used by Waterbenders. He had done it subtly before, but now his style became strangely airtight, all the blows Azula threw at him were not defended, but redirected to the side, even causing the girl to fall to the ground for not restraining herself in time.


    ''I never thought that watching those old men doing Tai Chi in the park would be so good,'' Shisui thought, his style becoming much more defensive, much to Azula''s annoyance.


    "Aren''t you a man!!!? Hit me!" Azula childishly tried to provoke Shisui, who only stuck out his tongue in response.


    "Grandpa, why does Shisui seem to be fighting with that dance he does when he controls the water?" asked Zuko curiously, not quite understanding why Shisui wasn''t going for direct hits.


    "Notice Azula''s attacks, they don''t hit even though it looks like they do, each time she loses her rhythm and her breathing becomes agitated. Shisui is draining her stamina, keep that in mind.


    Never let a Waterbender use their body, they can be especially annoying, especially if they have spears," Azulon advised, watching the battle between the two brats with a bit of awe.


    He had not expected Shisui to have such an understanding. Each nation had its style of close combat, inspired by the way they controlled the elements, each excelling in certain aspects.


    The fastest were the Airbenders, who were elusive, constantly in motion, and with strange movements. Unless you have prior experience, it is difficult to hit a good Airbender, especially when they use their gliders.


    The Earthbenders'' fighting style was more power-based, with grabs, punches, throws, or takedowns. They were generally the most physically powerful, and their blows were the heaviest, especially since they often used war hammers.


    A Firebender was particularly balanced, but was also the most aggressive; many of their attacks were "combos," and they could even lift an opponent to prevent them from finding a way to use their strength. Swords were easy for them to occupy, especially because of the rhythm and momentum of their attacks.


    Waterbenders were slow, draining their enemies'' power by deflecting or dissipating incoming attacks, and could even "bounce" the enemy''s power against themselves. Their spears were used more to extend their range, but also to push the enemy away.


    Each aspect was emphasized in his way of controlling the elements, but Shisui had absorbed two styles of action, and though rudimentary, this fight allowed him to hone his way as a fighter a bit more.


    He then showed Azula her mistakes, changing his fighting style to the one he had understood and practiced by watching various Firebenders. His fists connected with Azula''s arms, pushing her farther and farther back.


    His attack was continuous, and every time Azula tried to defend herself or turn the tables, he would redirect his power to take over her legs and resume his barrage of fists.


    At one point, he broke through Azula''s defense and punched her directly in the stomach, knocking the air out of his opponent, then turned his body to slam his leg into the girl''s temple, knocking her to the ground.


    "Do you wish to continue?" asked Shisui, watching as Azula tried to get up.


    She nodded, then stood with her hand on her stomach; her breathing was labored and she was a little dizzy, but she focused on Shisui. Azula noticed that her partner didn''t seem to be using his legs much and seemed to have a slower speed than her own.


    She decided to concentrate on speed, but her intention was obvious, her attacks were easily intercepted. Azula became more and more annoyed, Shisui managed to trick her, he wasn''t slow at all!


    Instead of attacking with his fists, Shisui began to move more and more, hitting with more kicks and even making some complicated moves, feints with his hands, or changes of direction with his legs when striking, constantly catching Azula off guard.


    Sure, both Azulon and his two sons noticed that Shisui seemed to be experimenting, his transitions were stiff and his movements were predictable for someone with experience, but in a fight between children, it was downright crushing.


    But slowly, the two children began to fight on another battlefield, the mind. Azula had a worried expression on her face, but her golden eyes were constantly evaluating Shisui''s actions, noticing something she hadn''t before.


    Every time Shisui changed his style, there was a considerable pause and his movements were particularly slow. It could be a false signal, but as she watched this situation slowly fade away as the fight progressed, an idea flashed through the girl''s mind.This book was originally published on Royal Road. Check it out there for the real experience.


    If you can improve, so can I. Azula''s competitiveness was equal to her high talent, she took note of her mistakes and absorbed from her past experiences, falling less into Shisui''s games.


    Although her stamina was dwindling and she had beads of sweat on her forehead, Azula managed to take advantage of one particular opportunity. When Shisui kicked hard at her left leg, she allowed the blow to ''flow'', similar to what Shisui always did to her.


    Taking him by surprise, Azula made a move no one expected, bending straight down and grabbing Shisui''s leg, only to pull back, stretching the boy''s limb as he looked at her with some embarrassment.


    "Lero lero," the girl joked before pulling back, causing Shisui to split on the ground without wanting to.


    Azula took advantage of this change in position and lunged at him, using her knee as a powerful battering ram to hit Shisui''s X-arms, but his poor posture caused him to lack support and his body was pushed backward.


    Soon, Azula was on top of Shisui''s body, trying to get her two knees around her opponent''s head, but he used his hands to get in the way. Shisui rearranged his legs and tried to get up, but Azula pulled back and used her elbow to hit him in the stomach.


    "Azula is capable," Iroh said, not expecting the princess to start a much more physical exchange.


    "Of course, she''s my daughter," Ozai replied with a rather proud tone.


    "You''re too heavy," Shisui told Azula, he didn''t know why, but he couldn''t get the girl off his back, and she was hitting her ribs and stomach too hard, making him lose strength.


    "You''re a softy, I''m not heavy," Azula smacked Shisui''s head, annoyed by the misplaced comment.


    "Really? I don''t think so, it''s because instead of controlling the fire, you control the food, that''s why you eat so much," Shisui started to annoy Azula, seeing the girl getting red and distracted, and hitting his head all the time.


    "I got tired," Shisui said suddenly, before shaking his body roughly and shaking his legs to support himself before standing up.


    Azula''s legs were on his shoulder, trying to cling to his neck. The girl even started to pull at his long hair, but Shisui resisted the discomfort and let himself fall forward.


    Azula''s back hit the grass, and though the height was not great, it was unbearable even for the childlike body of a firebender, so she let go of Shisui, who quickly pulled away from her.


    They both began to gasp for breath, but Shisui was the first to regain his strength, he needed it for what he was about to do. His ''Golden Finger'' or the gift he received in his past life, he was going to see Azula''s aura to end this fight!


    Activating this vision had always cost him stamina in his past life, and it would cost him stamina here as well, in addition to consuming his Chi, which was scarce due to his current age. But it didn''t matter now, he couldn''t be defeated by a girl two years younger than him.


    Shisui took a deep breath and the three adults noticed the change in him. It was more a difference in his temperament, if before Shisui was a somewhat precocious child pretending to be serious, now he looked like a snake watching the prey he would squeeze to death or sink his teeth into.


    "Is that your secret?" muttered Azulon when he noticed Shisui''s current state.


    He didn''t know what this strange impulse was, but he had noticed it a few times in the past, especially when Shisui watched the castle guards training or when he was in important meetings.


    Only the three adults, who had paid a lot of attention to Shisui in the past year, noticed this characteristic. Well, not only them, Zuko shivered at the sight of his friend like that and Azula got a bigger and bigger smile on her face.


    "Are you possessed, Shisui?" Azula asked to break her opponent''s concentration, but Shisui just stared at her, even his head tilted subtly.


    The world before Shisui''s senses had changed, there were no more figures, no more shapes, only colors, colors that constantly warped in appearance, changed in hue, combined with other colors, or faded.


    He saw the colors that were Azula, a faint olive green explaining her lack of resistance, a ruby red explaining her excitement, and a dull yellow explaining her fear. These colors blended into each other, constantly changing places, but always fixing on where Azula should be.


    Fighting in this state took a lot out of him mentally, but it allowed him to see subtleties that his normal vision could not. Under his efforts, Azula''s aura slowly transformed into the colorful figure of the girl, running towards him with a much richer ruby color than before, especially covering the previous yellow.


    "I just... see you," Shisui replied, breaking his neutral expression and turning it into a smile.


    A step back, he dodged the hook to the ribs, a subtle move to the right, the slap to the face, a bend in his knees, Azula''s high kick, and with a much more fluid movement than his normal state, Shisui hit the poorly defended area of Azula''s abdomen.


    "You see too much," Azula said, quite annoyed by this blow, which was very different from the previous ones.


    Although Shisui had hit her much earlier, she hadn''t felt as helpless as before, it was as if he had hit a weak spot. Shisui only hit where he saw two or more merged auras, it was a bit tedious, but he could further increase the damage caused by his hits.


    In addition, he was able to control his chi better in this state. Azulon, Iroh, and Ozai opened their eyes when they saw the specks of white light on Shisui''s hands and recognized them as a manifestation of his inner energy.


    "I told you that boy was a monster," Ozai said to his brother after he had recovered from his astonishment.


    "I guess with this child''s worldview, he must have some chi research of his own," Iroh replied to Ozai with a hint of respect in his voice.


    Every living being has chi, it is normal and natural. It is the fuel of life and the manipulation of the elements by masters, but it is also a weapon for fighters.


    There are many classics about chi in the castle and the royal library, but usually, there was a lot of esotericism behind them, what if yin and yang, what if heaven, what if earth? Reading so many things made people dizzy, and people only learned the basics of chi.


    Enhancing the body''s potential and increasing the production of the elements, other than that, no one but a few scholars, sages, or alchemists explored its applications. Iroh stopped stroking his beard and looked at his brother.


    "Didn''t he force those alchemists to give up their knowledge, maybe he came up with something. After all, it was only after he got those scrolls that he started working with herbs. And you know the feud between those fools and Shisui," Iroh theorized, making Ozai think.


    Those alchemists had refused to hand over their knowledge and heritage, mainly because they believed that the Fire Nation was ''destroying the treasure land with modernization''.


    While the issue of pollution was taken into consideration, it was no excuse for treating the cause of the land in such a manner. Shisui went on a rampage against them, so he managed to convince the others to just take their stuff, after all, the alchemists were just apothecaries and potions with extra steps.


    But the interesting thing is what Shisui did. Anyone with training could emit a little bit of their energy to the outside, but usually, they didn''t do it because it would evaporate quickly and cause an unjustified loss of chi.


    But the small lights around Shisui''s hands were well controlled, it seemed simple, but as he fought, the boy''s blows suddenly increased in power when one of those lights was consumed.


    Azula was full of bruises and the occasional scratch, it was obvious that something like this would happen during the fight, but even in her current state, she refused to give up. She couldn''t just fall like that.


    Shisui was tired, his head aching from using his gift and wasting his energy on a rudimentary and imperfect technique, a bad combination when one already had low stamina.


    But Azula was too stubborn! She didn''t want to stay on the ground, constantly getting up and coming at him with new tricks or tactics, even resorting to throwing rocks, dirt, or bites at him.


    Azula left a bite on his hand that drew blood! This had upset Shisui, he didn''t want to have a girl''s saliva on his hand, he was at the age where girls had ''lice'' and he didn''t want to touch them.


    Azula even used her disgust to throw spit at him as a fighting technique, which made Shisui very uncomfortable, he had had enough of the fight, he was hungry and wanted to make himself a nice fish soup.


    Then he thought of a somewhat unpleasant plan, but one that would work. When Azula ran towards him again and tried to kick him, Shisui closed the distance and hugged the girl completely.


    "What are you doing, let go of me!" Azula felt Shisui''s arms tighten and started stomping hard on the boy''s feet and shaking her head to punch him in the nose.


    "Only if you surrender," Shisui replied, trying to restrain Azula with a big platypus bear hug.


    "No!" Azula refused.


    "You asked for it," Shisui resigned, quickly pulling Azula away from his grip and moving extremely close to her face, planting a kiss on her lips.


    The girl panicked, her face turning red, and she even brought her small hand to her face, but Shisui hugged her from behind in a standard grip, then pulled his body back, causing Azula''s head to hit the grass and eventually pass out.


    "Boy, I know you can do anything to win....but why the hell did you kiss my granddaughter?" the atmosphere became hot as Azulon angrily approached Shisui.


    The hot atmosphere wasn''t an excuse, the old man had a fireball in his hand and threw it at Shisui. Of course, this attack was more of a show than anything else, he even moved very slowly.


    But Shisui reacted instinctively, turning the water from the nearby pond into steam that covered the fireball until it was extinguished. Then the boy realized that he was surrounded not only by the old man but by all the men of the royal family, except for Lu Ten, who was absent.


    "There''s no other way, Shisui, you''ll have to marry Azula," Azulon''s angry face suddenly turned into one of happiness, and he even stroked his white beard.


    "What!!!?" shouted Ozai, Zuko, Iroh, and Shisui, the latter didn''t expect this and even came out of the state his present was in.


    He only kissed a girl to win, not to marry her!

 6: Steam Power!

    "Wouldn''t it be nice to wait until we''re adults and we can both decide our path?" Shisui asked somewhat hopefully, but when he saw Azulon''s fox-like grin that he had achieved his goal, he understood that he was pretty much screwed.


    "Sometimes, things don''t go our way; you have to get used to it," Azulon kindly advised, although his smile showed that he was more happy about the boy''s snub than about the future engagement.


    "Father, why?" asked Ozai tactfully. Even though he had already achieved one of the things he wanted most in life, he still treated Azulon with some respect.


    It was only now, in the position of Fire Lord, that he could understand all the effort his father had put in over the decades to preserve the Fire Nation, and even to achieve progress that had never been seen in the past.


    It could be said that the Fire Nation was entering what some began to call the "Second Golden Age," a time almost as good as the country had experienced during the time of Avatar Szeto centuries before.


    He even found that he didn''t have as many obstacles as he''d expected from the generals, who were no longer going crazy in the war; perhaps it had something to do with the fact that he''d gone to the front to fight for a few months, and the lessening of the war conflict meant that many soldiers saw their family after a while.


    "Don''t you think they are suitable? Besides, the boy took the purity from the princess, there''s no choice," Azulon started, pretending to wipe away his tears, much to the dismay of Ozai, Iroh, and Shisui.


    None of the three believed him, but Zuko did, who jumped at Shisui and tried to hit him, only to end up dodging a rather powerful kick from the waterbender, who was in a fight-ready stance.


    "Why did you kiss my sister?" asked Zuko angrily, and when Iroh tried to interrupt, Ozai and Azulon stopped him with a gesture.


    The two wanted to see how this ''genius'' really got along with an ordinary boy like Zuko. Yes, Ozai did not doubt that whatever talent his firstborn should have had been ''absorbed'' by his younger sister, but unlike the canon, he no longer looked down on the boy.


    ''I want to see what my father sees in you,'' Ozai thought, desperate to find out the meaning of his father''s words.


    It was a trick to win,'' Shisui replied with a shake of his shoulders.


    Zuko, annoyed by such a careless gesture, tried to attack again, but was blocked by Shisui''s raised leg, who turned his body and kicked Zuko in the chest.


    The lord took several steps backward, reducing the force of the blow with each step. He was no genius, Zuko knew that better than anyone, but he trained hard, very hard every day.


    He even started reading those boring books and scrolls. Even if he had to meditate on their contents for a long time until he understood them, he never stopped. He didn''t know why he was angry, but when he saw his sister lying helplessly on the ground because of a cheap and dishonest tactic, he became furious.


    "You have no honor," Zuko said in his rage before he realized that his words were too drastic, but his mistake of speaking without thinking had already been made.


    "I... apologize," Zuko''s turbulent emotions subsided as he apologized, but the cold look in Shisui''s eyes told him that things were not going to be that simple.


    "Don''t apologize, I don''t have it, at least I don''t have the honor you think we all should have, Prince Zuko," Shisui''s words were simple, but they made the little Zuko feel a strange pressure in his chest.


    "Shouldn''t we stop this?" asked Iroh, who didn''t want to see the children ruin their good relationship any longer.


    "No, let them work out their problems between friends," Azulon replied, sincerely hoping that Shisui would teach his grandson a good lesson.


    The words of an old man might not penetrate the mind of a child so much as an equal companion, and that was Shisui to Zuko. That was why he did not bother to interrupt, for in his mind, the unusual maturity in Shisui could guide the young prince.


    ''If it weren''t for those sages who confirmed that you were not the Avatar when you were ignorant, I would have thought that you had inherited other lives, Shisui,'' Azulon thought as he narrowed his eyes slightly and stroked his white beard.


    It was obvious that he would have such doubts, for if the Avatar of the Air Nomads somehow died without them knowing, the next Avatar would be born among the Waterbenders.


    The intelligence, the wisdom of a child could be attributed to genius, but Shisui''s maturity was something unusual that could alarm anyone. But with the relics of some past Avatars provided by the Fire Temple sages, and a few tricks, it was ruled out that Shisui was the one.


    There was the idea that the Avatar was an old monster from the last century who had been training all this time, or perhaps he was wandering in the spirit world since there were records of Avatar Kuruk, all provided by Avatar Roku.


    Who would think that the Avatar was in a cryogenic sleep like a certain Super Soldier? And that he wasn''t even an adult, but that subject would come up years later in the future.


    "You see, Zuko, honor has many meanings and approaches, as well as its uses, both good and bad. I am not His Majesty Ozai to instruct you in the intricacies of honor, but I will remind you of one thing.If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation.


    I have my honor, and Azula has hers. Fighting like a true warrior and taking every opportunity is something Azula deserves because I respect her honor. Do you think she wouldn''t use the same tactics if she could? No, she already does, she''s already awake," Shisui pointed at the supposedly unconscious Azula, who opened her eyes and sulked.


    "How did you notice?" the girl asked before sitting down on the floor and shaking her hair, maybe a bender''s physique was really good because she only had a big bump on her head, nothing serious.


    "Your breathing changed when your grandfather said we were getting married," Shisui''s words made the girl''s face blush as she started to play with her hair.


    "Back to the subject, Zuko, I understand that you attach great importance to honor, but don''t let it shackle you, and for the love of the spirits, think before you speak, you''ll save yourself trouble" Shisui turned his attention back to Zuko, who had an embarrassed expression on his face.


    "Zuzu sometimes says nonsense without thinking, that''s why Mai doesn''t talk to you," Azula added, hitting Zuko''s little heart, who already knew what mistakes he had made, and so he walked towards Shisui.


    "Shisui, I apologize for my rudeness earlier," Zuko bowed respectfully as he came to understand something very important.


    Maybe honor was not as rigid and complicated as those books made it seem, but something more flexible. And if he took the time to think things through, maybe he wouldn''t have so many problems or embarrassing situations like this.


    Fearing the reaction of his father or grandfather, young Zuko looked up at the three adults present, perhaps expecting them to scold him, but instead, each of them gave him a different gesture.


    Iroh gave him a relieved smile, Azulon nodded, and Ozai just looked at him before giving him a small smile. Zuko didn''t know what he had done, he didn''t understand the meaning of those expressions until many years later in the future when he remembered this particular moment, but he was relieved because he wasn''t scolded.


    "It''s good that you read and learn, Zuko, but sometimes things are not as written, sometimes it depends on the situation. And in a fight, even traps are valid if you haven''t set a limit for them," Shisui said before making waterbender gestures and attracting a ball of that element.


    "Don''t resist," Shisui said, splitting the ball in half and bringing it close to the bodies of the two children, Azula''s on her head and Zuko''s on his chest.


    The areas touched by the water began to emit a warm bluish glow, Shisui doing his best to maintain his concentration as he healed the wounds on his companions'' bodies.


    The mental strain caused his forehead to fill with sweat, costing him dearly, adding to his previous exhaustion from the fight with Azula, he could barely stand when he felt a pair of small hands on his back.


    Azula and Zuko approached him, holding him up to prevent him from falling. Azula looked at her older brother a little angrily but decided that the boy had enough, so she moved a little closer to Shisui, invading his personal space.


    "Hey Shisui, was that healing?" the girl asked knowingly, and Shisui just nodded as he wiped the sweat from his brow.


    Shisui didn''t pay much attention to Azula''s strange behavior, just chalking it up to the children''s curiosity and excitement after a fight, so he began to speak, oblivious to the subtle glances of the three adults present.


    "Water can heal wounds when activated with chi, but it uses a lot of energy and is a bit tedious to learn," Shisui complained, but the excitement in his golden eyes only increased.


    "Water is truly wonderful, you know? It is life, without it, every animal would die, including humans. It is death, its absence its use to harm others is undeniable.


    It is destruction, floods, or tsunamis that are proof of that, but it is abundance, our rice fields depend on water, and our crops on irrigation or rain.


    It is peace, it is easy to think about, but it is turbulent, the currents of the rivers are an example. It is food, the mills that use the power of the turbulence of those rivers allow us to have flour for bread.


    It''s... power, especially when it''s steam," Shisui then felt the need to demonstrate it in front of everyone, so he started using water control through gestures.


    Steam power had been used in the Fire Nation for a long time, there was a reason why their ships could easily reach the far poles of this world to wage war.


    But they noticed the difference, among Shisui''s movements, there were not only those of a Waterbender but also those of a Firebender! As if what he had been able to refine in his previous battle was useful for this moment, Shisui drew a ball of water around him, which turned into a watery whip, and then bubbles appeared in it.


    "Boiling water! He boiled the water, he didn''t just draw it from a hot spring. Was it through the movements of a firebender?" Iroh asked in amazement, but that excitement would only increase with Shisui''s next actions and spread to the others.


    The boiling water turned into a white mist that covered both Zuko and Azula, but instead of burning them, the steam felt especially warm. The moisture on their clothes disappeared, as Shisui''s control of the healing was not good, and he ended up soaking the children earlier.


    "Don''t tell me that if he learns Earthbender moves, his ice will become harder, that would be dangerous," Ozai said, feeling that Shisui was still the same little monster, even if he sometimes acted like a child.


    The worst thing is that this child will be his son-in-law in the future. While thinking about this, Ozai noticed the way his daughter looked at Shisui and how she almost jumped at him, feeling that he had lost something.


    ''Luckily, the brat doesn''t seem to notice,'' Ozai thought relieved.


    "That would be a good experiment. By the way, Iroh, didn''t you invent a lightning-deflecting technique inspired by the Waterbenders?" asked Azulon, who already had new plans in mind, such as learning more about the other types of Elemental Masters.


    "Yes, my technique is inspired by their movements and the way they manipulate water. When I saw Shisui, I guess it was more than obvious that something could be accomplished if a waterbender learned from us.


    I wonder what other things will come from drawing inspiration from other elements. Fire with consistency? Hot gas? I can''t help but imagine," Iroh said excitedly, perhaps he could ask for some extra guidance when he played Pai Sho with his friends.


    "Great! You dried our clothes, is that what you''re going to use the steam for?" asked Zuko, who was back to his usual enthusiastic state.


    "That''s the least of it, we can finally cook steamed fish," Shisui replied wearily, right now he was hungry and the idea of many different dishes came to his mind.


    But he was also happy, he hadn''t expected that a simple fight with Azula would lead to something he had been trying to achieve. Steam was a very interesting form of water, it could be cold or hot, turn into rain, snow, or hail, or just burn everything.


    Not only burning but exploding and pushing were also good uses. Although he had only used this ability as an express dryer for the first time, and even its future use for ironing clothes was already on his mind, the possibilities of this particular state of water were promising.


    "Steamed fish?" Shisui''s momentary joke caught the attention of everyone present, who took a look at the basket of fish the boy had obtained.


    Shisui knew that he would go to sleep very tired today, but he would leave that to his future self. Now he was hungry!