The End of The Sports Week

The End of The Sports Week & The 5 S Rank Students

The Annual Sports Week had come to an end, and the academy was alive with excitement. The last day—the Prize Distribution Ceremony—was always the most awaited.
Students filled the grand auditorium, whispering about who would win which medals and, more importantly, which five S-Rank students would be chosen for the Arunachal Pradesh Academy National Event.
Mri sat at the back of the auditorium, arms crossed, waiting for everything to be over.


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The Prize Distribution Ceremony


One by one, students walked up to the grand stage to receive their awards.

The crowd cheered for every winner, celebrating their hard work and victories.

Finally, the moment everyone had been waiting for arrived.

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The Final Selection – The Five S-Rank Students


Miss Ananya stepped onto the stage, holding a golden scroll. The entire auditorium fell silent.
"This year, we had over 100 S-Rank students in our academy," she began. "But as you all know, only five will be chosen to represent us at the Arunachal Pradesh Academy National Event."
Tension filled the room.
Miss Ananya unrolled the scroll and read out the names.

1. Mri – SS Rank (The only one in academy history)
2. Jasmine – S Rank
3. Sanji – S Rank
4. Meenakshi – S Rank
5. Roy – S Rank

The hall exploded with cheers.

Mri sighed. He had expected this, but it still felt unreal.
The leaders of other gangs had also qualified for S-Rank, but they had rejected the offer. They didn't want to go for the National Event, preferring to stay behind and focus on their own paths.
Miss Ananya smiled as she continued, "These five will represent our academy, carrying our name to the national level. In two days, they will travel to Arunachal Pradesh, along with myself and The GS."
The crowd clapped and shouted their names.
Jasmine, standing beside Mri, nudged him. "Well, Mr. SS Rank, feeling special?"
Mri smirked. "Not really."
Sanji laughed. "Mri, you're the only SS Rank in history, and you're acting like it's just another Tuesday."
Meenakshi grinned. "That's Mri for you. Always too cool for celebrations."
Roy crossed his arms. "Still, it's going to be interesting. The national event won't be easy."
Miss Ananya raised a hand to quiet the noise. "For now, everyone enjoy the rest of the evening. But for the selected five, your real challenge begins soon."
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Later That Night – Mri & Jasmine's Conversation


After the ceremony, Jasmine and Mri sat on the academy rooftop, watching the stars.
Mri sighed. "So, we're leaving in two days, huh?"
Jasmine leaned back, resting on her arms. "Yeah. Can't believe we got selected."
Mri smirked. "Oh please, you totally knew we would."
Jasmine chuckled. "Maybe. But still, it's exciting... and nerve-wracking."
Mri looked at her friend seriously. "Do you think we'll win?"
Jasmine paused. "I don't know. The National Event will have the strongest from other academies. It won't be easy."
Mri nudged her. "Well, we better win.
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The Shadow's Move
Late Night at Jengraimukh Academy


The air was thick with mist, rolling in from the Brahmaputra, as the academy's lights flickered against the darkness. The grand celebration had ended, students were asleep, and silence ruled the halls.
But inside Principal Basanta Kutum's office, something far more serious was unfolding.
The door was shut. The windows covered. And in the dim glow of a single lamp, the principal sat across from a shadowy figure—their face hidden in the darkness.
> "It's been confirmed, then?" the figure asked, their voice calm, but laced with an unsettling weight.
Basanta nodded. "Yes. The Files are ready."
A pause. The shadow shifted slightly.
> "And what of Uddesh Pegu? Did you find anything about him?"
Basanta exhaled. "No."
A chuckle.
The shadowed figure leaned forward slightly, revealing a glimpse of a scarred jawline.
Basanta's grip tightened around the table's edge.
> "And Mri?" he asked carefully. "He was dragged into this mess. Was that… intentional?"
Silence.
Then—a smirk.
> "That depends on how you define 'intentional'."
Basanta's breath caught in his throat.
For the first time in a long while, fear crept into his expression.
And outside, hidden in the shadows, someone else was listening.
A pair of sharp eyes glowed in the dark.


Amai Gang & Bulls of Majuli: Unfinished Business

Across town, inside a secluded teahouse, another meeting was happening.
A long wooden table stretched through the center of the dimly lit room, where two opposing forces sat facing each other—each one radiating intense energy.
On one side sat The Amai Gang—clad in their signature black and red jackets, their leader Ishu lounging lazily with a cup of tea in his hand.
Across from them sat the Bulls of Majuli.
The air was thick with tension.
Then—Rihanjit spoke first.
> "The Monstrous Beasts were wiped out. But you knew that already, didn't you, Biplob?"
Biplob smirked, taking a sip of tea. "Of course. We hear things."
A tall, muscular figure from the Bulls of Majuli, Midush Mili, leaned forward. "Then what the hell are you doing here?"
Biplob tilted his head. "Relax, big guy. We're not enemies."
Baikon's eyes narrowed. "That remains to be seen."
Amai Gang's second-in-command, Girish, folded his arms. "Oh please. If we were enemies, we would've wiped out your little team weeks ago."
Midush's fist slammed into the table. "You talk too much."
Biplob sighed. "And you get angry too easily. This is why we're not getting anywhere."
Rihanjit leaned forward, voice cold.
> "Why are you really here?"
The smirk faded from Biplob's face.
> "To warn you."
Baikon's eyes flickered with curiosity. "Warn us?"
Biplob nodded. "Something bigger is coming."
The room fell dead silent.
> "We thought the Monstrous Beasts were the biggest threat, but we were wrong."
Midush scoffed. "You expect us to believe that?"
Biplob met his gaze, his usual playfulness gone. "Believe what you want. But let me tell you this—whatever's coming next… won't just be a battle. It'll be a goddamn war."
A chill ran through the room.
Even Rihanjit, known for his calm demeanor, felt a strange unease settle in his bones.
> "And who's at the center of this war?"
Biplob's eyes flickered.
He smiled.
> "Who else? Mri."

Mri's Late-Night Message

Back at the Academy, Mri lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling.
His body was exhausted, but his mind wouldn't let him rest.
> Something felt off.
Just as he was about to close his eyes—his phone beeped.
A single message flashed on the screen.
Mri's expression darkened.
He read it.
Then, without a word, he turned off his phone.

Before The Storm 
Morning at Jengraimukh Academy


The golden sunlight bathed the academy grounds as students bustled about, still energized from the victory at the Annual Event. For the first time in weeks, there was no immediate danger, no noises, no battles to fight.
Yet, deep inside, Mri felt a strange unease.
Standing on the rooftop of the academy, he stared at the horizon, where the roads led to Dibrugarh.
A voice snapped him out of his thoughts.
> "You're doing it again."
Mri turned to see Jasmine, arms crossed, raising an eyebrow at him.
He smirked. "Doing what?"
She walked up beside him, looking at the horizon. "Staring into the distance like some tragic hero. Thinking too much."
Mri chuckled. "I'm not a tragic hero."
Jasmine smirked. "Oh? Then why do you always act like one?"
Mri had no answer for that.
She sighed. "You're thinking about leaving, aren't you?"
Mri hesitated, then nodded. "Yeah. I got a message last night. I have to go to."
Jasmine frowned. "And you're not even going to tell me?"
Mri looked at her, confused. "Why would I?"
Jasmine punched his arm.
> "Because I'm your damn buddy, idiot."
Mri winced. "Ow."
Jasmine glared. "I know you like handling things alone, but that's not how this works. You have friends now, Mri."
Mri rubbed his arm. "Fine, fine. I was going to tell you."
Jasmine raised an eyebrow. "Liar."
Mri sighed. "Okay, I wasn't. But I will now."
Jasmine nodded, satisfied. "Good. Because I'm coming with you."
Mri's eyes widened. "Wait, what?"

Principal Kutum's Office: The Mysterious Meeting

Meanwhile, inside the Principal's office, Basanta Kutum sat behind his desk, staring at the figure hidden in the shadows.
> "So, it's finally happening," the figure said.
Basanta sighed. "It seems so. Mri is leaving."
The figure was silent for a moment. Then—a low chuckle.
> "The past always catches up, doesn't it?"
Basanta looked uneasy. "This isn't a game. If he finds out the truth…"
The figure leaned forward, revealing a scarred jawline and piercing eyes.
> "Then it's up to him whether he can handle it."
Basanta's expression hardened. "And if he can't?"
The figure smirked. "Then he was never meant to survive."
The tension in the room was suffocating.
> "You're playing a dangerous game," Basanta muttered.
The figure's smirk widened. "Aren't we all?"
Then, in a blink, the figure vanished.
Basanta exhaled heavily, rubbing his temples.
> "Mri… be careful."
The Bulls of Majuli & Amai Gang: A Tense Alliance


Across town, inside an abandoned warehouse, the Amai Gang and The Dragons gathered once again.
This time, the atmosphere was different.
There was no hostility—only a silent understanding.
Biplob leaned back against a crate, spinning a knife in his hands. "So, it's decided then?"
Baikon nodded. "Yes. We'll put aside our differences."
Girish, Amai's second-in-command, raised an eyebrow. "Just like that? No dramatic fights first?"
Gaurav scoffed. "If you want a fight, I can give you one."
Biplob laughed. "Nah. I like my face intact."
Girish sighed. "Fine. But let's be clear—we're not friends."
Baikon smirked. "No. We're just on the same side… for now."
Biplob's expression darkened. "Good. Because we're gonna need all the help we can get."
Girish frowned. "You still think it is a bigger threat?"
Biplob's smirk faded.
> "No. I know it is."
A heavy silence fell over the room.
Something was waiting .
Something far worse than the Monstrous Beasts.
And they weren't ready for it.

Mri's Final Night at the Academy

That evening, Mri sat outside with Ayang,Rihan & Jasmine.
They gathered around a small bonfire, the warm glow flickering against their faces.
Rihan stretched. "Man, I forgot what peace felt like."
Ayang laughed. "Enjoy it while it lasts. Knowing Mri, he'll be fighting again soon."
Mri smirked. "Hey, not everything revolves around me."
Jasmine rolled her eyes. "Yeah? Then why do we keep ending up in life-or-death situations with you?"
Mri shrugged. "Bad luck?"
Rihan sighed. "So, you're really going to Dibrugarh?"
Mri nodded. "Yeah."
Ayang grinned. "Then let's make it count."
The group sat in comfortable silence, staring at the fire.
Tomorrow… everything would change.
And none of them knew what was waiting for them on the other side.