Chapitre 54: Chapter-55
Ozai was raised with the idea of being a perfect leader.
Intelligence.
Coldness.
And manipulation.
These were the three qualities that, according to his father's teachings, defined a leader. His brother Iroh, on the other hand, always rejected this ideology. Iroh was too much of a pacifist, even on the battlefield, and the death of his only son had pushed him into a melancholic loop.
To ascend to the throne, Ozai had to commit terrible acts. He did so when he perceived his father as a weak and pathetic old man who began to doubt his decisions on the battlefield.
"A king who fears making sacrifices cannot be a king," his father had taught him. A true leader had to be willing to sacrifice everything to achieve their goals, whether it be soldiers, men, women, or capital. Everything was justified in pursuit of the greater cause and the realization of their ambitions.
Killing his father had been a small price to pay for the throne he believed he deserved.
Life had taught him that nothing was certain, and caution was paramount. His grandfather's decision to eradicate the Air Nomads had been the right one in his eyes.
Now, he couldn't afford to underestimate the Avatar, even if the child was just that—a child.
And he most certainly couldn't underestimate Uzumaki Naruto.
In his elegant carriage, Ozai traveled along a narrow path cutting through a vibrant forest. The soldiers escorting him remained tense with every step, feeling as if the very forest itself was closing in on them. They approached the end of their journey through the forest, where they would meet someone they all knew.
And everyone feared him.
Every Fire Lord's palace was on high alert when their leader descended from his chariot. He stepped onto the ground and gazed at the old cabin, his nation's flag fluttering nearby—a flag stained with blood.
Leaving his carriage behind, he moved slowly toward the cabin. As he approached, he glanced at the walls adorned with helmets from the Fire Nation, Water Tribe, and Earth Kingdom. Helmets, pieces of clothing, and even weapons, all marked with the stains of past battles, hung proudly.
These were their trophies.
With a curious expression, Ozai rapped lightly on the door before entering. Darkness enveloped the cabin, illuminated only by the faint glow of a bonfire in the center of the room.
The flames flickered under the control of a large silhouette.
"It's good to see you're still here, my old friend." Ozai wore a king's smile as he made his way toward the bonfire. He took a seat on a weathered bench, his eyes locked on the shadowy figure that hadn't even bothered to look up.
"..."
"We have a problem that needs solving." Ozai remained unperturbed by the silence that greeted his greeting. He calmly examined a nearby table, upon which sat a wooden altar bearing a paper flower stained with red hues. Retrieving a parchment from his sleeve, he glanced back at the motionless silhouette, still focused on the dancing flames of the campfire.
"The Avatar has returned." The words drew the silhouette's attention, revealing cold blue eyes. Ozai smiled at the spark of interest in those eyes, and he placed the parchment on the table next to the red-stained paper flower.
"But he is inconsequential. I have something that will pique your interest more." From his sleeves, he produced a drawing.
"..." Without uttering a word, the enigmatic figure rose, showcasing his towering height of over two meters. He reached for the paper with his scarred, weathered hands.
"This will be your final task, a chance to atone for your sins. These upcoming years are crucial for the peace we've longed for." Ozai's smile faded as he glanced at the small porcelain figure hanging from the giant's necklace—a delicate flower with subtle blue hues. "Don't do this for me, don't do this for your nation, and don't even do it for yourself. Do it for her, for her dream."
"..." The giant stood illuminated by the campfire's light, revealing a young man in his twenties with hair as dark as the night, cold blue eyes, and a prominent scar running from his right cheek down to his chest. His gaze remained fixed on the paper flower, which swayed gently in the breeze from an open window.
Moving through his cabin, he retrieved a large cloak hanging on a rack. With his back to the Fire Lord, he knelt before the altar, closing his eyes in prayer. Several minutes passed as he remained in silence, deep in contemplation.
"Go." He uttered the simple word as he finally rose. After one last look at the paper portrait of his target, he wasted no more time and left the cabin.
"Until next time..." Ozai's morbid smile lingered as he watched the giant don his hooded cloak and disappear into the forest. A monster had been unleashed into the world, with a singular objective.
"...Shouku."
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