Hey everyone, I know it's been awhile. I apologize for that. I didn't forget about this story, I still plan on finishing it lol. Just had to brainstorm for the story's direction. Also been working on some others stories too. This story's been on my mind recently so now I'm back to it.
Before we start chapter 4... just want your opinion on something real quick:
Who should Jinora, Ikki, and Asami end up with?
For Ikki, who's the best option?
Shallot
Daikon
Tarro
Giblet
For Jinora, who is the best option?
Giblet
Shallot
Daikon
Tarro
Who should Asami be with?
Mako
Giblet
Shallot
Daikon
Tarro
Should Bolin stay with Opal?
Yes
No
*If your answer is no, who should Bolin be with?
Winter
Scarlett (another time patroller)
Aiko (T.P. who's Scarlett's half sister)
*Who should opal be with if your answer is no to the Bolin poll?
Giblet
Tarro
Shallot
Daikon
Anyways that's it for the polls, be sure to pick an option and maybe explain why the fit works. * denotes an option dependant on your answer to the Bolin poll. Onto the story!
I don't own Legend of Korra, Dragon Ball Xenoverse/ Dragon Ball Legends or any of their characters those belong to their respective creators. I only own the Oc's.
Chapter 4: Voice in the Night
It was night and the moon shined in through the bedroom of one Avatar Korra. Wind blew into her room as well. This acted as a mask for Equalists who had infiltrated the home of Tenzin on Air Temple Island, where Korra was staying at the moment.
Sensing the danger Korra sprang out of her bed and positioned herself to fight off the chi blockers. However as all of the streams of fire from her bending her dodged, one chi blocker managed to slip past her guard and immobilize her. Korra fell to her knees as Amon then approached her.
"Once I take your bending away, Avatar you will be nothing.," the masked man said as he stretched out his hand towards the girl's face.
It was at this moment that Korra bolted awake and gasped, sweat forming on her face from the nightmare. She breathed heavily for a few seconds before she felt Naga try to calm her down by licking her and whining. She pat her Polar Bear Dog as she appreciated the gesture from her pet.
"It's okay, girl. It was just a nightmare.,"Korra said as she pat her Polar Bear dog on the head.
Korra then fell back asleep.
The next morning...
While Tenzin went into Republic city for his Councilman duties, Korra woke up to the sound of someone training. When she looked over, she saw that it was Tohra. He appeared to be practicing his hand to hand combat by himself, that was odd. She normally saw his sister Winter practicing with him. Shrugging, Korra thought about heading towards the saiyan.
He didn't talk much, but Korra did find Tohra to be very interesting. Almost as if he heard her approaching him, Tohra stopped and looked at the Avatar with a raised eyebrow.
"Hey there, big guy, mind if I joined you?," Korra asked.
He observed her before tilting his head to the side in confusion.
"Korra.. want to train with me?," He asked pointing to himself.
Korra smiled.
"Yeah. Do you mind, Tohra?," Korra asked him.
Tohra stared at Korra for a moment before remembering what his sister would tell him. She'll never understand you, if you don't tell her what you're thinking.," He heard winter's voice in his head say. He smiled and then responded.
"No, I don't mind.," He said.
Korra grinned and offered her thanks.
"Thanks, big g- I mean Tohra.," She said correcting herself.
Korra shifted into an earth bending stance as Tohra followed by shifting into his own stance. The two ran at each other and began to trade blows, without using their bending.
"So... no Winter today?," Korra asked.
Tohra shook his head in response.
"Sis said she had other business to take care of today. We train later, she said.," Tohra explained.
"I want to ask him about what that green light was around him the other day but... this is... kinda... awkward.," Korra internally thought.
Korra moved toward him and began to throw streams of Fire at him with punches and kicks, however none of her attacks ever hit the other teen. She was surprised when Tohra suddenly slipped past her guard and managed to trip her.
Korra was confused. How does someone as gigantic as Tohra move so fast? He wasn't that much taller than her, but his size and muscle mass made it hard to believe he could move that quickly. Before she knew it, her bottom was on the ground with Tohra reaching down to offer her a hand.
"Are you okay, Korra?," He asked.
"Huh? Oh yeah! I'm fine! I'm just.. surprised you can move that fast.," Korra said recovering quickly.
She gladly accepted his his hand as the Saiyan pulled her up to her feet. This was new for her. Korra wasn't used to being knocked on her backside like she was a moment ago. Perhaps training with Tohra wasn't a bad idea, it could tt/y/ end up helping her in the long run.
Jinora and Ikki had arose from slumber and quickly hid behind a wall when they saw Tohra and Korra together.
"Korra learn to be better fighting up close. I can help you with that.," Tohra said.
"Huh, you would really help me big guy?," Korra asked.
Tohra nodded.
"Of course. Korra is.. my friend. I help Korra, is. What. Friends. Do.," Tohra said with some difficulty.
He still wasn't the best at talking to people, but he was learning thanks to Korra. Ikki and Jinora smiled, they thought it was cute seeing Tohra and the Avatar together. Ikki might have missed it, but Jinora could tell that Tohra really liked Korra and truly cared about her in his own way. The sister's walked towards the kitchen to help their mother prepare food.
Tohra and Korra continued to train for a little while, until Pema called them in for food.
Later...
After Tenzin returned home to his family, the airbenders and Korra sat down to eat. Tohra just sat by and watched them with a small smile on his face. He was significantly larger than Tenzin's kids, but he was gentle. Like... a gentle giant. Korra looked at him and she smiled. However she also felt something, due to being the Avatar, that the others didn't. It was true, Tohra was gentle right now. But... she felt something vast and... dark deeper beneath the surface.
"But how could that be? Tohra's such a gentle and kind person.. how could he have power like what I'm feeling? But.. what.. what is that power I felt? It felt so... big and... dark. Should I tell Tenzin about this?," Korra inwardly thought.
She couldn't exactly ignore what she felt, but maybe she could conveniently forget what she heard just now. Or... she could bring it up... later like when she was talking to either Tenzin or Winter, once she got back from.. wherever she was right now. The kids of course, loved Tohra. The teen was often the center of attention of when ikki and Milo would want to play. The family of Air Benders, along with Tohra were just about to eat dinner when the teen's ears perked up. Tenzin looked to him.
"Someone's approaching.," Tohra said.
Korra secretly prepared for a fight as she looked forward, only to see that the figure who approached was Tarrlok.
"Greetings. I am famished. You wouldn't mind if I joined you all, would you?," Tarrlok asked.
Tenzin scowled briefly.
"We were just about to eat supper Councilman.," Tenzin replied.
"Good, I'm just in time then. Air benders wouldn't turn away a hungry guest, would they?," Tarrlok asked.
Tenzin sighed and relented as he knew there was no point in arguing with the man. Pema then gives her husband a look that said "really?"
Tenzin looks towards her and shrugs, speechless himself.
Tarrlok was then seen to be approaching Korra as the two greeted each other.
"Ah! You must be the famous Avatar Korra I've heard so much about. I am Councilman Tarrlok, Representative from the Northern Water Tribe.," The man said introducing himself.
Korra greeted him with a bow as she had her fist rested against her open palm before the two sat down.
Ikki then came over and bombarded the man with questions.
"Why do you have three ponytails in the back of your head and why do you smell like a lady? You're weird.," Ikki said.
"Well aren't you... precocious.,"Tarrlok said before he spotted the dark teen next to Korra.
"Do forgive me, but who is this young man next to you, Avatar?," he asked.
"Hm? Oh! This is Tohra, he saved me and a few friends of mine from Amon the other day. He's really strong too!," Korra said introducing the teen.
Tohra simply nodded at the Councilman in greeting. Tarrlok then continued.
"I've been reading all about your adventures in the newspaper. Infiltrating Amon's rally took some real initiative. Republic City is much better off since you're around.," Tarrlok said.
Korra rubbed the back of her head in slight embarrassment at the praise.
"Thanks. I think you're the first Authority figure who's actually glad I'm here.," Korra replied.
Tohra had a confused look on his face while Tenzin was seen scowling at Tarrlok. He didn't like where this conversation was headed.
"Alright, enough with the flattery Tarrlok. What do you want from Korra?," Tenzin asked.
"Patience, Tenzin. I'm getting to that.," Tarrlok responded before continuing.
"I'm assembling a task force strike at the heart of the revolution. And I need someone strong, who's fearless in the face of danger. And that someone is you, Avatar Korra. So... what do you say? Will you join me in fighting for justice?," Tarrlok said.
"Me? Join your task force?," Korra asked as she mulled over her options.
Tarrlok nodded.
"I can't. I'm sorry.," Korra replied as she sipped the tea in her cup.
This surprised both Tarrlok and Tenzin, neither were expecting that answer out of Korra.
"I must say I'm a bit surprised... I thought you'd jump at the chance to lead the charge against Amon.," Tarrlok said taken aback by Korra's answer to his request.
"I did too.," Tenzin said.
Korra took a breath before responding to the surprised face of Tarrlok.
"I came to Republic City to finish me Avatar Training with Tenzin. Right now, I'm just focused on that. Plus.. after training with Tohra here for a bit, it's quite clear that there's more I need to learn before I become a part of something like that.," Korra replied.
"Which is why this opportunity would be perfect for you. You would get on the job experience, while performing your Avatar duty for the city. And is this young man next to you really that strong?," Tarrlok said in response.
Korra slightly scowled at the councilman for his remarks concerning Tohra.
"If you can't see how strong Tohra really is, you need to get your eyes checked.," Korra said slightly annoyed.
Tenzin then spoke up.
"Korra gave you her answer. It is time for you to go now, Tarrlok.," Tenzin said.
Tarrlok then stood to his feet, recognizing when he'd been beaten in an argument. He'd cut his losses for today and return another day.
"Alright, I hear you. But, I'm not giving up on you just yet. You'll be hearing from me again soon. It has been a pleasure, Avatar Korra.," Tarrlok said as he stood to his feet and began to walk away.
Ikki waved to him and spoke.
"Bye bye, ponytail man!," Ikki said.
Tarrlok was seen slightly being disgusted by the nickname.
With Mako....
Mako is seen to be walking up to Quong's Cuisine and clutches his scarf and checks his sleeves out of nervousness. He then walks into the building. There a well dressed man greets him.
"Ah, welcome to Quong's Cuisine Master Mako.," The man said with a bow.
Mako raises an eywbrow in confusion.
"Master?", Mako asked in confusion.
The scene then transitions to a back room, where the man who greeted Mako unfolds a shirt as he dresses it onto Mako. The server pulls up Mako's pants, ties his shoes, styles his hair, and gives him a formal-looking jacket to wear.
Mako is seen to be examining himself in satisfaction as he grabs his red scarf, putting it over his neck.
The server glances at it and starts to pull it off, when Mako prevents him from doing so by catching the server's wrist.
"The scarf stays, pal.," Mako said.
The server then bows again.
"Of course, as you wish sir.," The man said bowing again. "Right this way, sir."
The server holds his arm to the side as he leads Mako back out to the restaurant area. Upon entering the restaurant area, Mako then spots Asami who waves to him. She wore a beautiful black dress and matching shoes with ear rings. Next her, was the girl from earlier, Winter. She wore a white and silver dress with matching shoes, a ruby red necklace and matching high heeled shoes.
Mako couldn't help but to stare at Winter, she was gorgeous. Winter noticed him staring and smirked at him.
"Are you just going to stand there staring all day or are you going to come over and sit down, tough guy?," Winter asked with a smirk.
Asami looked to winter.
"Hey be nice Winter, he can't help it.," Asami told the girl.
"Alright, alright. I'll stop teasing him. He just looked kinda silly standing there, slackjawed.," Winter said with a chuckle.
Mako eventually made it over to their table, sitting between the two beautiful women. He took a drink as Asami began the conversation.
"I'm such a big pro bending fan. I think I caught up with every game this season.," Asami started.
"All of them? Wow. Ahem.. Honestly, i wish there was a few that you hadn't seen.," Mako replied.
"Were you embarrassed in a few of them?," Winter asked.
"Yeah. Everyone has a few lackluster performances.," Mako said is response.
"I see..," Winter said in thought.
"Oh, don't be ridiculous, Mako, you're amazing. I can't wait to see you play in the tournament." Asami said.
Mako then looked down in disappointment.
"Ah. Yeah, well maybe next year.," He said.
Asami was confused by that and asked him what he meant by his response.
"What do you mean? You made it in, didn't you?," She asked.
"Yeah we did. Look, it.. just isn't in the cards for us right now.," Mako replied.
"And why's that, if I may ask?," Winter chimed in.
Asami then puts her hand on top of Mako's as she looks him in the eyes. Winter took this as a sign that perhaps the two needed some alone time together. She stood up and got out of her seat, surprising Asami and Mako.
"Winter, where are you going?," Asami asked.
She chuckled.
"Relax. I'm just going to use restroom real quick. You two have some more alone time, eh? I'll be back.," Winter said as she walked off.
The two watched winter as she went to use the restroom before Asami turned to Mako.
"You like her Mako, don't you?," Asami asked rather bluntly.
"H-Huh?! I mean sure, but it's not like you think?," Mako answered clearly flustered by the blunt question.
"It's okay, Mako. I can see why you really like her. Winter's really beautiful and not mention, she's strong too. I think she likes you too, based on how she's constantly teasing you.," Asami said.
"Yeah, but you're pretty too.," Mako said.
Asami giggled.
"Thanks Mako. Now tell me.. what's the problem?," Asami asked.
"Well...", Mako began as he explained their current predicament.
An Evening in Republic City
At Quong's Cuisine, surrounded by the restaurant's elegant ambiance, Mako finally opened up about what was troubling him. "We need thirty thousand yuans for the championship pot," he admitted, his voice heavy with frustration. "If we don't come up with the money by the end of the week, we're out of the tournament."
Asami's eyes widened at the revelation. "That's... a lot of money."
"Yeah," Mako sighed, absently adjusting his signature red scarf. "I've been doing extra shifts at the power plant, but..." He trailed off, leaving the obvious unsaid – it wouldn't be enough.
Just then, Winter returned to the table, carefully balancing three elaborately garnished drinks. "I thought we could use something special," she said, setting them down. Her keen eyes noticed the tension in Mako's shoulders and the thoughtful look on Asami's face. "Did I miss something important?"
A bright smile suddenly lit up Asami's face. "Actually, Winter, you're just in time. I think I might have a solution to the Fire Ferrets' problem." She turned to Mako, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "What would you say if I told you I could convince my father to sponsor your team?"
Mako nearly choked on his drink. "Your father? Wait... you don't mean..."
"Hiroshi Sato, of Future Industries," Winter finished, a knowing smirk playing on her lips as she watched Mako's expression shift from confusion to disbelief.
"This is... I mean, that would be amazing," Mako stammered, "but I couldn't ask you to—"
"You're not asking," Asami interrupted gently. "I'm offering. Besides, think of it as an investment. Future Industries' logo on the back of the Fire Ferrets' uniforms? My father would love that."
Winter raised her glass in a toast. "To the Future Industries Fire Ferrets?" she suggested, her eyes meeting Mako's with a hint of playfulness.
As they clinked their glasses together, Mako felt a weight lifting from his shoulders. Perhaps things were finally starting to look up for the Fire Ferrets.
As they enjoyed their meal, Asami's curiosity got the better of her. "Winter, do you have anyone you look after?" she asked, taking a sip of her drink.
A fond smile crossed Winter's face. "My brother, Tohra," she replied, her expression softening at the mention of his name.
Mako's chopsticks paused halfway to his mouth. "Tohra? Wait, that's the name of the guy who helped save me and Bolin from the chi blockers and Amon a few weeks ago." His brow furrowed in thought. "If I'm remembering right, he was this quiet, giant of a guy. There was something strange that night – this green light around him when he fought the Equalists..."
Winter's expression shifted slightly, a shadow of something deeper crossing her features before she let out a sad chuckle. "Yes, that would be my brother. He's... unique among our people, the Saiyans." She traced the rim of her glass thoughtfully, carefully weighing her next words.
*If they only knew,* she thought to herself. *How do you casually mention your brother is the legendary Super Saiyan?* The weight of that secret sat heavily on her shoulders, but she knew now wasn't the time to reveal such information. For now, it was better to keep that particular detail under wraps – at least until the right moment presented itself.
"He may look intimidating," Winter continued aloud, "but he has the gentlest heart of anyone I know. That's what makes him special, really. It's not his power that sets him apart – it's how he chooses to use it."
The warmth in her voice as she spoke about her brother didn't go unnoticed by either Mako or Asami, who exchanged knowing glances. There was clearly more to both siblings than met the eye, but for now, they were content to let Winter keep her secrets.
An Unwelcome Visitor
The peaceful evening meal at Air Temple Island was interrupted by the arrival of Councilman Tarrlok, his polished appearance and practiced smile a stark contrast to the simple warmth of the airbender family's dining room. Though uninvited, he smoothly invited himself to join them, knowing full well that Air Nomad hospitality wouldn't allow them to turn away a guest – even an unwanted one.
"I'm assembling a task force that will strike at the heart of the revolution," Tarrlok announced, his eyes fixed on Korra. "And I need someone who's fearless in the face of danger. That someone is you, Avatar Korra." He paused for effect. "So, what do you say? Will you join me in fighting for justice?"
The silence that followed was heavy with expectation. Both Tarrlok and Tenzin leaned forward slightly, anticipating Korra's enthusiastic acceptance. After all, wasn't this exactly the kind of active role she'd been demanding since arriving in Republic City?
"I can't," Korra said firmly, taking another sip of her tea. "I'm sorry."
The surprise on Tarrlok's face mirrored Tenzin's own. "I must admit, I'm rather taken aback," Tarrlok recovered smoothly. "I thought you'd jump at the chance to help lead the charge against Amon."
"Me too," Tenzin muttered, studying his student with concern.
Korra kept her voice steady, though Tohra, sitting quietly beside her, could sense the subtle tension in her shoulders. "I came to Republic City to finish my Avatar training with Tenzin. Right now, I just need to focus on that."
But beneath her composed exterior and reasonable words, a different truth lurked – one that showed in the slight tremor of her hand as she set down her teacup, in the way her eyes didn't quite meet Tarrlok's. The memory of her recent nightmare still lingered, along with the very real fear of facing Amon again.
Tarrlok rose from the table, his diplomatic smile never wavering. "Very well. But know this isn't the end of our discussion, Avatar Korra. You'll be hearing from me again soon."
As he departed, Ikki's cheerful "Bye bye, ponytail man!" broke some of the tension, though concern remained etched on Tenzin's face as he watched his student. Korra might be fooling others with her brave face, but the fear behind her refusal was clear to those who knew her best.
Gifts and Guidance
In the days that followed, Tarrlok's persistence manifested in increasingly elaborate gifts. Each morning brought something new: a luxury Satomobile delivered to the island's dock, a massive basket of various gifts, and even a stack of gift certificates to the finest restaurants in Republic City. Each time, Korra sent them back untouched.
One evening, as Korra sat at the meditation pavilion watching the sun set over Republic City, Tenzin approached her with measured steps. He settled beside her, his robes rustling in the gentle breeze.
"When I was a boy," he began, his voice gentle, "my father told me that being the Avatar doesn't mean you have to carry your burdens alone." He turned to look at his student, noting how she seemed smaller somehow, her usual confidence dimmed. "I want you to know that I'm here for you, Korra. Whatever you're going through, whatever fears you're facing – you can talk to me."
Korra kept her eyes fixed on the horizon, but her voice wavered slightly. "I know, Tenzin. I just... I need time."
The next morning, Korra found herself in the training yard again with Tohra. As they practiced, she noticed he was moving differently – slower, more deliberately than usual. After she failed to land a hit for the tenth time, frustration got the better of her.
"Why are you going so easy on me?" she demanded, hands on her hips.
Tohra paused, his expression thoughtful. "Korra afraid," he said simply.
"I'm not—" she started to protest, but he held up a hand.
"Is okay to be afraid," he continued, struggling to find the right words. "Fear... fear is like opponent. Can't beat it by running. Must face it." He tapped his chest. "Here."
"But how?" Korra asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
Tohra's face softened into a rare smile. "Same way you train. Little by little. Step by step." He shifted into a fighting stance. "First step: stop thinking about winning. Think about learning."
As they resumed their sparring, Tohra's words echoed in Korra's mind. His simple wisdom, delivered in broken sentences, somehow carried more weight than all of Tarrlok's grand speeches about duty and justice.
"When I fight," Tohra added between exchanges, "I remember why I fight. Not for me. For others." He blocked one of Korra's strikes and gently tapped her shoulder. "What does Avatar Korra fight for?"
The question stayed with her long after their training session ended. That night, as she lay in bed with Naga curled at her feet, Korra realized that both her mentors had given her something valuable: Tenzin had offered her a safe harbor for her fears, while Tohra had shown her a way to face them.
She still wasn't ready to join Tarrlok's task force, but for the first time since her nightmare about Amon, she felt like she might eventually be ready to face her fears – not as the fearless Avatar everyone expected her to be, but as herself, with all her doubts and uncertainties.
And perhaps, she thought as she drifted off to sleep, that was the most important lesson of all.
Dreams of Understanding
That night, Korra's dreams took a different turn. Instead of Amon's masked face and the threat of losing her bending, she found herself in a vast, dark space illuminated by an otherworldly green light. In the center stood Tohra, but he was different – his usually gentle expression was twisted with inner turmoil, and around him swirled an enormous energy that seemed to pulse with both power and rage.
In the dream, Korra could see what her Avatar spirit had been sensing all along. Beneath Tohra's calm exterior churned an ocean of raw power, vast and terrible in its potential. But what struck her most wasn't the power itself – it was the fear she saw in Tohra's eyes. Fear of himself. Fear of what he could do if he ever lost control.
As she watched, the green energy around him fluctuated wildly, and she heard his thoughts as clearly as if he were speaking them: "Too much power. Could hurt everyone. Could destroy everything. Must keep control. Must stay gentle. Must not let it out."
The revelation hit her like a wave: Tohra, who had been helping her face her own fears, carried a burden perhaps even heavier than her own. While she feared what others might do to her, he feared what he might do to others. The power of a legendary Super Saiyan – something she didn't fully understand but could feel the weight of – was both his gift and his curse.
In that moment, Korra understood something fundamental about both of them. She saw the parallels in their struggles: both carrying immense power, both bearing the weight of responsibility, both wrestling with their fears. Where she sometimes felt overwhelmed by the expectations placed on her as the Avatar, he felt overwhelmed by the raw power contained within himself.
But there was also a lesson in their differences. Where she needed to find the courage to face external threats, Tohra had already mastered something perhaps more difficult – the ability to remain gentle despite possessing devastating power. And where he feared letting anyone too close to his true nature, she had learned the importance of letting others help her.
As the dream began to fade, Korra realized that perhaps this was why their paths had crossed. As the Avatar, maintaining balance wasn't just about the four elements or the physical and spirit worlds – sometimes it was about helping others find their own balance. Tohra had been helping her face her fears; maybe it was her turn to help him accept that his power didn't make him a monster, that his gentle nature wasn't at odds with his strength but was instead the very thing that made him worthy of it.
When Korra awoke, the dream stayed with her, clear and vivid. She looked out her window at the pre-dawn light and made a decision: she would help Tohra find the balance he needed, just as he was helping her find her courage. After all, wasn't that what friends were for?
As she drifted back to sleep, a small smile played on her lips. Tomorrow's training session would be different – not just a student learning from a teacher, but two friends helping each other face their fears and find their way forward.
The Gala Invitation
The morning brought yet another elaborate gift from Tarrlok, but this one couldn't be simply returned like the others. A formally sealed invitation sat on thick, cream-colored paper: a gala in honor of Avatar Korra, to be attended by Republic City's most prominent citizens.
Korra stood at her window, the invitation trembling slightly in her hands as Bolin's words from earlier that day echoed in her mind.
"I never got to properly thank you guys," he had said, his usual playful demeanor subdued by the memory. "If you and Tohra hadn't shown up that night... when Amon had me..." He shuddered slightly before forcing a smile. "Well, let's just say I'm really glad you did."
Now, staring at the gilded lettering on the invitation, Korra felt caught between two opposing forces. To refuse would be a public slight – one that even her position as Avatar couldn't easily dismiss. But to attend meant facing the very thing she'd been avoiding: the public's expectations of their fearless Avatar.
"It would be rude not to accept," she murmured to herself, though the words felt hollow.
Naga whined softly beside her, sensing her distress. Korra ran her fingers through the polar bear dog's fur, drawing comfort from the familiar gesture. This wasn't just another gift she could send back – this was a test. Not just of her public face as the Avatar, but of everything she and Tohra had discussed about facing fears step by step.
The invitation seemed to grow heavier in her hands. One way or another, she would have to make a choice – and with it, perhaps, take the first real step toward confronting the fears she'd been trying so hard to hide.
A Friend's Counsel
That afternoon, Korra found Tohra in his usual training spot, but instead of asking to spar, she sat down on the stone steps nearby, the invitation still in her hands. Tohra paused his exercises, sensing something was troubling her.
"Tohra... can we talk?" Korra asked, her voice uncertain.
He nodded, settling his large frame beside her with surprising grace. Though he wasn't one for many words, she had come to appreciate his careful way of listening.
"Tarrlok's throwing this fancy gala. In my honor, supposedly." She handed him the invitation, watching as his large fingers carefully held the delicate paper. "I know it's probably just another trick to get me to join his task force, but... I can't just ignore this one like I did the other gifts."
Tohra studied the invitation before looking at her. "Why must go?"
"Because..." Korra sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Because I'm the Avatar. People expect me to be there. To be... brave and confident and everything I'm not feeling right now." She pulled her knees up to her chest. "What do you think I should do?"
Tohra was quiet for a long moment, choosing his words carefully. "What Korra want to do?"
"I... I don't know. Part of me wants to hide. Another part knows I can't keep running." She looked up at him. "What would you do?"
"Sometimes..." Tohra started, his brow furrowed in concentration, "must face crowd to face self." He gestured to the city skyline. "People want Avatar. But Avatar is Korra first."
"But what if I'm not what they expect? What if they see I'm scared?"
Tohra's expression softened. "Fear not weakness. Hiding fear is." He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Go as Korra. Be honest. Maybe..." he smiled slightly, "surprise yourself."
"Do you think..." Korra hesitated, then continued, "would you come with me? Not as a guard or anything, just... as a friend?"
Tohra's eyes widened slightly in surprise, then he nodded. "I come. Watch Korra be strong in own way."
Korra felt some of the tension leave her shoulders. "Thanks, Tohra. You know, for someone who doesn't say much, you give pretty good advice."
He shrugged, a slight smile playing at his lips. "Learn from sister. She say, 'Tohra, sometimes fewest words have most meaning.'"
Korra chuckled, then grew serious again. "You really think I can do this? Face everyone, face Tarrlok?"
"Korra already facing fears. Every day in training." He stood up, offering her his hand. "Gala just another kind of training."
As she took his hand and rose, Korra felt something settle within her. Maybe Tohra was right – maybe this wasn't about being the fearless Avatar everyone expected. Maybe it was about being brave enough to be herself, fears and all.
"One more thing," she said, a determined glint in her eye. "Think you can help me practice some formal moves? I have a feeling I'll need to dodge more than just chi-blockers at this party."
Tohra's rumbling laugh echoed across the training grounds as they moved into their sparring stances, this time with an emphasis on poise rather than power. Whatever the gala might bring, at least Korra knew she wouldn't have to face it alone.
The Gala
City Hall gleamed under the evening lights as Korra arrived with her companions. She felt surprisingly steady walking up the grand steps, dressed in her formal Water Tribe attire, with Tenzin's family and Tohra beside her. She couldn't help but steal glances at her friend, who cut an impressive figure in his tailored formal wear – clearly Winter's doing, she suspected.
But what struck her most wasn't his appearance, but the change in his speech. Over the past few days, Tohra had been practicing diligently, and the improvement was remarkable.
"You look nervous," he said, his words flowing more smoothly than ever before. "Remember what we practiced?"
Korra's heart did an unexpected flutter at hearing his clear, deep voice. "Yeah," she replied with a small smile. "Face everything step by step, just like in training."
The warmth that spread through her chest at his answering smile was... different. New. She couldn't quite put a name to the feeling, but it made her stand a little straighter, feel a little braver.
"I'm glad you came with me tonight," she said softly as they approached the entrance. "I know crowds aren't really your thing."
"What kind of friend would I be if I let you face Tarrlok's schemes alone?" he responded, and Korra had to suppress a grin at hearing him form such a complex sentence.
The improvement in his speech wasn't just about the words themselves – it was as if Tohra was gradually letting down his walls, allowing more of himself to show. Each clear sentence revealed more of the thoughtful, caring person she'd glimpsed during their training sessions.
As they entered the grand hall together, Korra felt far more confident than she'd expected. Whatever political machinations Tarrlok had planned for the evening, whatever pressure he might try to apply, she knew she could handle it. Not because she was the fearless Avatar everyone expected her to be, but because she had the support of people who accepted her as she was – fears, doubts, and all.
She caught Tohra watching her with quiet pride, and that unnamed feeling bloomed in her chest again. Maybe some discoveries, she decided, could wait for another day. For now, she had a gala to face, and a friend by her side who made her feel like she could face anything.
Unexpected Encounters
As Korra and Tohra made their way through the crowded hall, they found themselves face-to-face with a small group of familiar faces – and some new ones.
"Korra! Tohra!" Winter's voice carried over the ambient chatter as she approached with Mako, Asami, and an older gentleman who could only be Hiroshi Sato, given his resemblance to his daughter.
"I see my brother cleaned up nicely," Winter said with a knowing smirk, adjusting Tohra's collar. "Though I'm sure it took some convincing."
"You look amazing, Korra," Asami offered warmly, elegant in her own formal attire. Beside her, Mako nodded in agreement, though his eyes kept drifting to Winter.
"Avatar Korra," Hiroshi Sato stepped forward, offering a practiced businessman's smile. "I've heard so much about you from Asami. And this must be the young man I've heard about – the one who helped save my Future Industries' sponsored team?"
Tohra bowed respectfully. "It was nothing, sir. I only did what anyone would do."
Winter's eyebrows rose slightly at her brother's clear speech, and she shot Korra a questioning look that made the Avatar blush slightly.
Before anyone could comment further, a commanding voice cut through their conversation. "So this is the brother I've heard so much about."
They turned to see Chief Lin Bei Fong approaching, her metal armor gleaming under the chandelier lights. Her sharp eyes assessed Tohra with professional interest.
"Chief Bei Fong," Korra said, trying to keep the tension from her voice – their last encounter hadn't exactly been friendly.
Lin ignored her, focusing instead on Tohra. "I've received reports about your intervention at the Equalist rally. That was quite a display of power, from what my officers tell me."
Tohra met her gaze steadily. "I only wanted to help my friends, Chief Bei Fong."
Lin's expression remained neutral, but there was a glimmer of approval in her eyes. "Well, anyone who can make Amon retreat has my attention. Just make sure that power of yours stays on the right side of the law."
"My brother knows how to control his strength," Winter interjected, a protective edge to her voice.
"Indeed," Lin replied dryly. "Speaking of control, I see Councilman Tarrlok making his way over. Good luck, Avatar Korra. Something tells me you'll need it."
As Lin moved away and Tarrlok approached, Korra felt Tohra shift slightly closer to her side. The gesture was subtle but reassuring – a reminder that she wasn't facing this alone.
"Well," Asami whispered, "this should be interesting."
Unexpected Encounters (Continued)
Tarrlok approached with the practiced grace of a politician, his traditional Water Tribe formal wear immaculate as always. His calculating eyes swept over the group, lingering particularly on Tohra before settling on Korra.
"Avatar Korra," he said smoothly, "I'm so pleased you could attend tonight's gala. And this must be the remarkable young man I've heard so much about." He extended his hand to Tohra. "Your actions at the pro-bending arena have become quite the talk of the council."
Tohra accepted the handshake with careful restraint, something in Tarrlok's demeanor putting him on edge. "Thank you, Councilman. Though I only did what was necessary."
"Ah, but necessity often reveals true character, doesn't it?" Tarrlok's smile didn't quite reach his eyes. "I understand you possess quite unique abilities. Perhaps we could discuss how those talents might be put to use serving Republic City?"
Winter stepped forward, placing herself slightly between Tarrlok and her brother. "I wasn't aware the council was in the business of recruiting civilians, Councilman."
"My task force could always use capable benders," Tarrlok replied smoothly. "Especially those who've already proven themselves against the Equalists. In fact, I believe both your brother and the Avatar would make excellent additions to our cause."
Korra felt her jaw tighten. She'd been avoiding Tarrlok's previous attempts to recruit her, and now he was trying to use Tohra to pressure her. Before she could respond, however, Hiroshi Sato cleared his throat.
"Surely such serious matters can wait for another time," he interjected. "This is, after all, a celebration. Speaking of which, I believe my daughter promised me a dance." He turned to Asami with an expectant smile.
As Asami followed her father to the dance floor, Mako offered his arm to Winter. "Would you care to dance?"
Winter's expression softened as she accepted, though she cast a concerned glance at her brother before allowing Mako to lead her away.
"Well then," Tarrlok said, maintaining his politician's smile, "I'll leave you young people to enjoy yourselves. But do consider my offer. Both of you." With a slight bow, he moved on to mingle with other guests.
Once he was out of earshot, Korra let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. "Sorry about that. Tarrlok can be... persistent."
"You don't trust him," Tohra observed quietly.
"Do you?"
"No." Tohra's response was immediate. "There's something... wrong about his energy. Like still water hiding deep currents."
Korra nodded, impressed by his insight. "I've been feeling the same way, but I couldn't quite put it into words." She glanced at the dancing couples, then back to Tohra with a slight smile. "So... did Winter teach you to dance during all those etiquette lessons?"
A faint blush colored Tohra's cheeks. "She tried. I'm not sure how successful she was."
"Well, there's only one way to find out," Korra said, holding out her hand. "Want to risk it?"
Tohra looked at her offered hand for a moment, then took it with a small smile. "With you? Always."
As they moved onto the dance floor, neither noticed Lin Bei Fong watching them thoughtfully from her position near the wall, nor Tarrlok's calculating gaze following their movements. The night was young, and beneath the glittering chandeliers of Republic City's elite, new alliances were forming – and new threats were taking shape in the shadows.
Unexpected Encounters (Continued)
As Mako led Winter onto the dance floor, she couldn't help but cast a quick glance toward Asami. The industrialist's daughter had just finished her dance with her father, and Winter caught the subtle way Asami's eyes followed Mako's movements. A familiar pang of uncertainty flickered through her – she'd noticed the chemistry between Mako and Asami during their previous encounters, and the last thing she wanted was to step on anyone's toes, figuratively or literally.
But when her eyes met Asami's, the other woman gave her a gentle, understanding nod. The simple gesture carried volumes of unspoken acceptance, and Winter felt some of her tension ease.
"Everything alright?" Mako asked, picking up on her momentary distraction as he guided her through the first steps of the dance.
"Yes," Winter smiled, allowing herself to relax into the movement. "Just keeping an eye on my brother. Old habits."
Mako chuckled, glancing over at where Korra and Tohra were attempting to navigate their own dance with endearing awkwardness. "I understand that. Though he seems to be in good hands."
"He does, doesn't he?" Winter's expression softened as she watched Tohra carefully trying not to step on Korra's feet. "I've never seen him this... comfortable with anyone outside our family before."
"Korra has that effect on people," Mako observed, then added with a slight blush, "You do too, you know. You both have this way of making people feel... accepted."
Winter felt her own cheeks warm at the compliment, but her Saiyan instincts kept her alert to her surroundings even as they talked. She noticed Asami finishing a conversation with another guest, the other woman's elegant poise masking what Winter suspected was anticipation.
"Thank you for the dance," Winter said after another minute, stepping back with a graceful bow. "But I believe someone else has been waiting for a turn with Republic City's star pro-bender."
Mako followed her gaze to where Asami stood, and Winter didn't miss the way his expression brightened. She gave him a gentle push in Asami's direction, sharing a knowing look with the other woman as they passed each other.
As she moved to the edge of the dance floor, Winter allowed herself a moment of satisfaction. The dance had been nice – more than nice, if she was honest with herself – but she understood the delicate balance of emotions at play. Besides, from her new vantage point, she had a perfect view of both Tohra and Korra's endearingly clumsy attempts at formal dancing, and Mako and Asami's more polished performance.
"Quite the diplomat, aren't you?" came Lin Bei Fong's dry voice from beside her.
Winter maintained her composure, though she hadn't heard the police chief approach. "I'm not sure what you mean, Chief Bei Fong."
"Hmm." Lin's tone suggested she knew exactly what Winter was playing at. "Well, whatever game Tarrlok's playing, it's good to know there are people watching out for both your brother and the Avatar."
Winter turned to respond, but the police chief had already moved away, leaving her to wonder just how much the perceptive metalbender had figured out about her and her brother's true nature.
Unexpected Encounters (Continued)
Winter felt her breath catch as she caught sight of two familiar figures across the room. For a moment, she thought her eyes were playing tricks on her – but no, there was no mistaking those features she knew as well as her own. Jinjer and Eleryc, their cousins, were somehow here in Republic City, looking surprisingly at ease in formal attire despite their usual preference for battle gear.
Even more surprising was the animated conversation they appeared to be having with Bolin, who was gesturing enthusiastically as he spoke. Jinjer wore her characteristic half-smile, the one that always made Winter wonder if she was amused by or plotting something, while Eleryc maintained his usual composed demeanor – though Winter noticed his eyes constantly scanning the room in a way that reminded her of herself.
She cast a quick glance around the room, noting Tarrlok's position – he was currently engaged in conversation with some council members near the opposite wall. Satisfied he was sufficiently distracted, Winter made her way toward her cousins, her mind racing with questions. Their presence couldn't be a coincidence, not with everything that had been happening in Republic City.
"I was just telling them about the tournament," Bolin was saying as she approached. "You should have seen the way their eyes lit up when I mentioned the—" He stopped mid-sentence as he noticed Winter. "Oh hey! Do you know these two? They said they were new in town and—"
"You could say that," Winter interrupted smoothly, giving her cousins a pointed look. "They're family, actually."
Bolin's eyes widened. "Wait, really? That's amazing! Why didn't you guys say something? Though now that I look at you, I can totally see the resemblance, especially around the—"
"Bolin," Jinjer cut in gently, her smile widening slightly. "Would you mind giving us a moment to catch up with our cousin? I promise we'll tell you more about our... training experiences later."
"Oh! Right, of course!" Bolin nodded enthusiastically. "Family reunion and all that. I'll just go see how Mako's doing. But we're definitely continuing that conversation about combat techniques later!"
As Bolin bounced away, Winter turned to her cousins, keeping her voice low. "Not that it isn't good to see you both, but what are you doing here?"
"What, we can't attend a fancy party?" Jinjer's tone was light, but her eyes were serious. "Though I have to say, cousin, you've found yourself quite the interesting city. Equalists, chi-blockers, masked revolutionaries..."
"The energy here is... unstable," Eleryc added quietly, his gaze drifting to where Tohra and Korra were still dancing. "We felt it even before we heard about what happened at the arena."
Winter felt her shoulders tense. "Does anyone else know you're here?"
"No," Jinjer assured her. "We came on our own. After what happened with Tohra at the rally..." She paused, choosing her words carefully. "Let's just say we thought it might be good to have a few more... family members around."
"Speaking of family," Eleryc nodded toward Tohra, who had finally noticed their presence. His eyes had widened in recognition, though he maintained enough composure to finish his dance with Korra before making any moves to join them.
"Well," Winter sighed, "this should be an interesting conversation to explain to everyone." She glanced at her cousins with a mix of exasperation and fondness. "I don't suppose you brought any formal fighting gear with you?"
Jinjer's smile turned mischievous. "Please. What kind of Saiyans do you take us for?"
Before Winter could respond, she noticed Tarrlok's attention starting to drift in their direction. "Tohra's heading over. Try to act like normal Republic City citizens for at least the next few hours? We can talk properly after the gala."
"Normal citizens," Eleryc repeated with the barest hint of amusement. "In a city where people shoot fire from their hands and bend metal."
"You know what I mean," Winter muttered, though she couldn't quite suppress her own smile. Whatever their reasons for coming, having more family around didn't feel like a bad thing – especially with the way things had been escalating in Republic City.
Unexpected Encounters (Continued)
Jinjer and Eleryc cut striking figures in their formal attire, though in distinctly different ways. Jinjer, slightly shorter than Winter, wore a deep crimson dress that complemented her warm brown skin and short, spiky black hair that she'd somehow managed to style into something formal-appropriate while maintaining its rebellious edge. A single gold earring caught the light when she moved, matching the subtle golden threads woven through her dress. Her dark eyes held that perpetual glint of mischief that Winter remembered from their childhood sparing sessions, though now it was tempered with a warrior's awareness.
Eleryc, by contrast, cut an imposing figure in his formal black and silver robes, his height matching Tohra's. His long black hair was pulled back neatly, revealing sharp features that seemed carved from stone until he allowed one of his rare smiles to crack the facade. Like Winter, his eyes constantly scanned their surroundings, though he managed to make the movement seem casual, almost lazy – a deception Winter knew had fooled many opponents in the past.
"Your cousins?" Asami asked, having approached with Mako after their dance. "I can definitely see the family resemblance, especially in the way you all move."
Jinjer's eyebrow raised slightly at Asami's observation. "Perceptive. You must be Asami Sato. Bolin was telling us about your impressive driving skills."
"Oh?" Asami's eyes lit up with interest. "Are you interested in automotive engineering?"
"Among other things," Jinjer replied diplomatically, though Winter caught the slight twitch of her cousin's fingers – a tell that meant she was probably imagining how to modify a Satomobile for combat purposes.
"They're martial artists," Bolin chimed in, having returned with barely contained excitement. "You should hear some of their training stories! Though they're being kind of mysterious about where exactly they trained..."
"Family tradition," Eleryc stated simply, his deep voice carrying a hint of amusement at Bolin's enthusiasm.
Before the conversation could continue, a commotion near the center of the room drew their attention. Tarrlok had somehow maneuvered Korra into position before a group of eager reporters, their cameras flashing as the councilman made his announcement.
"...and I'm pleased to announce that Avatar Korra has agreed to join our task force in the fight against the Equalist threat!"
Winter felt Tohra stiffen beside her, his energy fluctuating dangerously for a moment before he brought it under control. Korra's expression of shock quickly turned to one of barely contained anger as she realized Tarrlok's manipulation.
"Actually," Korra's voice cut through the excited murmurs of the crowd, "I haven't agreed to anything yet."
"But surely," Tarrlok pressed, his politician's smile never wavering, "as the Avatar, you understand the importance of taking action against those who threaten the peace of our city?"
"If Korra joins your task force," Tohra's voice was quiet but carried clearly across the suddenly silent room, "then I'm joining as well."
All eyes turned to Tohra, including Lin Bei Fong's, whose expression showed a mix of surprise and what might have been approval. Tarrlok's smile faltered slightly.
"While your assistance at the arena was appreciated, the task force requires—"
"Then I won't be joining either," Korra interrupted firmly, moving to stand beside Tohra. "Those are my terms, Councilman. Either we both join, or neither of us does."
Winter felt Jinjer shift slightly closer to her. "Well," her cousin whispered, "he's certainly learned to make an entrance."
"Tarrlok's not going to like this," Eleryc observed quietly. "His energy... it's disturbed."
Indeed, something dark flickered behind Tarrlok's eyes before his political mask slipped back into place. "Of course," he said smoothly. "The task force would be honored to have both of you. Perhaps your... unique abilities will prove useful in our fight against Amon."
As the reporters clamored for statements from both Korra and Tohra, Winter exchanged significant looks with her cousins. Whatever game Tarrlok was playing, he'd just gained two powerful pieces – though perhaps not in the way he'd intended.
"We should stay in the city longer than planned," Jinjer murmured, her usual playful tone gone. "Something tells me they're going to need backup."
Eleryc nodded almost imperceptibly. "Agreed. Though I suspect Tarrlok isn't the only one we need to watch."
As the gala continued around them, Winter couldn't shake the feeling that Republic City had just become an even more complicated battlefield – one where the lines between friend and foe were becoming increasingly blurred.
To be continued in Chapter 5: Voice in the Night part II; Saiyan Rage?