“You better know… soon, you’re gonna be defeated.”
Chakar (cold, flat):
“I don’t care.”
Nazim (grins freakishly, eyes gleaming):
“Care or not… that’s the truth.”
Chakar (clenching his fists):
“Well, you should also know… you’re weak. While I’m not.”
Nazim (smiling wider, creepy calm):
“Oh, I know. But my goal is to defeat you.”
Chakar (snorts):
“Sure. That’s a big dream for you.”
---
(The crowd of students around them begins murmuring, some annoyed, some amused. Tension crackles like static.)
Salal (confused, scratching his head):
“What are they even fighting for?”
Gulsher (deadpan, arms crossed):
“They’re dumb. Just let them go.”
Sarmach (snaps back):
“Pretty sure you’re the dumb one.”
(Gulsher ignores him completely, looking away. Sarmach frowns, frustrated.)
Sarmach (angry):
“Showing ignorance won’t make you superior.”
Salal (groaning):
“I don’t understand why you’re both fighting.”
Sarmach + Gulsher (in unison, annoyed):
“Didn’t ask you!!!”
Zal (sighs, bored):
“…What should I even say at this point?”
---
The Girls’ Side
Gull Banok (blushing, stuttering):
“W-why… is N-naz… im f-fighting with… Ch-chakar…?”
Songadh (excited, clapping):
“I don’t care! They look so good together—I’m shipping them already!”
Mahal (snapping, irritated):
“Songadh, can you shut your mouth for once? You always ship people—rivals, enemies, best friends, doesn’t matter!”
Songadh (rolling eyes, flicking her hair):
“My life, my choice 💅. Don’t care about your opinion.”
Mahal (growling):
“Shut up, bratty.”
Songadh (smirking):
“Seems like it’s your turn to—”
Zarnaz (cuts in, firm):
“Both of you, quiet. No sense in fighting over this.”
Gull Bahar (smiling as she joins):
“Hey.”
Zarnaz (brightening instantly):
“Oh, bestie!”
---
Back to Chakar & Nazim
(Chakar tries to walk away, but Nazim keeps stepping into his path. The courtyard holds its breath.)
Chakar (growling):
“Don’t come in my way.”
Nazim (grinning, tilting his head):
“Oh… then I’m fascinated with you.”
(Gasps echo. The girls nearly explode.)
---
Girls React
Songadh (dramatic gasp):
“Girls! Did you hear that? Nazim literally confessed—he said he’s fascinated with Chakar!”
(All the girls glare at her instantly, furious. Gull Banok lowers her gaze, face burning.)
---
Boys React
Bahram (leaning to Gohram, whispering):
“Are they serious right now, brother?”
Gohram (shakes head, unimpressed):
“Surely not.”
Zal (smirks):
“Look, the twin brothers finally showed up.”
(Bahram and Gohram glare at him with matching annoyed looks.)
---
Back to Rivals
Chakar (smirking, then shifting back to neutral expression):
“Oh, so you do want to fight? Pretty bold choice.”
Nazim (grins, eyes sharp):
“Always.”
Chakar (mocking, cold):
“Why’s a scaredy cat like you trying so hard to get my attention?”
Nazim (leaning in, sinister smile):
“Probably because you’re fascinated.”
Chakar (snapping):
“Oh, and now can you let me go?”
Nazim (mock-formal, stepping aside like a servant to a king):
“Sure, sure. Here’s the way, my lord.”
(Nazim bows slightly, making the crowd snicker and gasp. Chakar’s glare could burn through stone as he storms past.)
---
Girls Again
Songadh (fangirling):
“Did you see that? Nazim literally treated him like a king. That’s prime shipping material.”
Gull Bahar (sighs, staring at her like she’s crazy):
“We know, Songadh.”
(Meanwhile, Gull Banok looks down, disappointed. Songadh’s endless shipping stabs her quietly in the heart. But as Chakar walks away, he suddenly glances at her. Their eyes lock—her breath catches. She freezes, stunned, unable to look away.)
(Chakar keeps walking, but something in his chest tugs him slightly back. He doesn’t fully realize it.)
Gull Banok (voice barely above a whisper, to herself):
“…H-he… looked at me…”
(She bites her lip, cheeks burning. Her hands fidget with the hem of her sleeve.)
Songadh (nudging Mahal, whispering loudly):
“See?! I told you! This is definitely going somewhere. That glance? Shipping gold! Im Totally getting jealous”
Mahal (rolling eyes, exasperated):
“You’re impossible. Why do you always have to make everything a ship?”
Zarnaz (frowning, watching the boys retreat):
“Honestly… focus on your own training, everyone. Stop obsessing over rivals and crushes.”
---
(Meanwhile, Chakar slows just a step, his Zarvani hunger simmering, but… his gaze flickers toward Banok again. He clenches his fist, not fully understanding why he’s paused.)
Chakar (thinking, low and grim):
“…Why… does her presence… feel different? Dangerous… calming… distracting…”
(Nazim, walking a few paces behind, notices Chakar lingering. His smirk twists into something sharper, teasing.)
Nazim (calling out casually, loud enough for Chakar to hear):
“Getting distracted already, Chakar? That’s unusual.”
Chakar (snapping, still trying to mask it):
“Shut up, Nazim. This isn’t your business.”
Nazim (smiling faintly, sinister):
“Maybe not… but it’s interesting to watch.”
Master Derngar (stern, booming):
“Go back to your academy classes. It’s time to be selected.”
Crowd of students
(all at once, half-confused, half-panicking)
“Huh? Huh… sure!”
“Huh… what?!”
“Wait, we’re being selected now?!”
(a few whisper nervously, while some grin like they already know trouble’s coming)
Chakar (muttering, annoyed):
“Of course… can’t even walk five steps without chaos.”
Nazim (grinning, eyes glinting):
“Selection day? Interesting… this could get fun.”
Gull Banok (blushing, whispering to herself):
“…Please don’t let him notice me.”
Salal (scratching head, confused af):
“Uh… what exactly are we being selected for again?”
Zarnaz (rolling eyes, sighing):
“Focus, people… if you mess this up, it’s on you.”
(The students shuffle nervously back toward their classes, but the tension is already crackling like a storm about to hit. You can feel the rivalry, the hidden glances, and the chaos bubbling.)
(The hall buzzes with nervous energy. Students shuffle in lines, whispering, some sweating, some trying to look cool. Legendary Master Yarjan strides forward, sharp eyes scanning the crowd.)
Master Yarjan (booming, authoritative):
“Today, I will choose my team. Only those who demonstrate strength, instinct, and potential will serve under me. Step forward when your name is called.”
(Students freeze, waiting. Whispers ripple through the hall.)
Songadh (nudging Mahal, whispering excitedly):
“Watch closely! This is where the drama starts. I can feel the tension!”
Mahal (rolling eyes, muttering):
“Why do I feel like chaos just walked in?”
---
Master Yarjan (scanning the students, voice sharp):
“Chakar! Step forward.”
(Chakar walks up confidently. His chest tightens slightly when he notices Banok standing on the sidelines, fidgeting, cheeks flaming. He clenches his fists subtly, trying not to let it show.)
Master Yarjan (studying him):
“Strong, focused… adaptable. You’ll be in my team.”
(Chakar nods once, expression neutral, but satisfaction flickers briefly in his eyes.)
---
Master Yarjan (eyes shifting, scanning another direction):
“Nazim! Step forward.”
(Nazim smirks, sauntering up with his casual confidence. His eyes flick toward Chakar, a teasing glint there. He bows slightly to Master Yarjan.)
Master Yarjan (evaluating):
“Clever, cunning, resourceful. You belong on this team as well.”
(The students whisper and gape. Banok’s face turns even redder; Songadh squeals softly into her hand.)
---
Master Yarjan (turning toward the next candidate):
“Mahal! Step forward.”
(Mahal steps up, calm but alert. Her eyes sweep over Chakar and Nazim briefly, sensing the tension between them.)
Master Yarjan:
“Disciplined, intelligent, precise. You complete my team.”
(The trio—Chakar, Nazim, Mahal—stand together, energy crackling between them. Rivalry, subtle curiosity, and unspoken competition hang thick in the air.)
---
Side Reactions – Students & Shipping Chaos
Salal (scratching his head, whispering):
“So… they just… pick whoever they want?”
Gulsher (deadpan, arms crossed):
“Not that anyone asked you, genius.”
Sarmach (snapping at him):
“You’d probably fail selection anyway.”
Songadh (excited, whispering to Mahal):
“Chakar AND Nazim AND Mahal?! Ohhh my shipping heart can’t handle this!”
Mahal (groaning, exasperated):
“Ugh… fangirls everywhere…”
Banok (fidgeting on the sidelines, whispering to herself):
“…Chakar… he’s on the same team… but I’m not… why does that feel… dangerous… and exciting?”
(Chakar notices Banok glancing at him from afar, his chest tightening slightly. Nazim smirks knowingly, leaning casually and scanning Chakar’s subtle reactions. Mahal’s eyes flick between both, sensing the unspoken tension.)
Nazim (low, teasing, to Chakar):
“Seems like the master knows who the interesting ones are.”
Chakar (snaps, trying to stay neutral):
“Focus on surviving, Nazim.”
(Banok fidgets, cheeks flaming. Songadh whispers loudly into her hand: “Shipping overload! I told you, gold!” The crowd murmurs, students exchanging nervous and excited glances. The tension of the trio alone makes the hall feel charged with electricity.)
The hall is vast, its stone walls echoing every sound. The students stand in lines, tense, muscles tight, hearts racing. Sunlight slices through the high windows, dust swirling in the beams like sparks of anticipation. Four legendary masters—Yarjan, Shayan, Gulsamin, and Daman—stride forward, each exuding a presence that silences the room.
Master Yarjan (voice sharp, cutting through the quiet):
“Today, I will form my team. Only those who demonstrate focus, strength, and adaptability will serve under me. Step forward when called.”
A hush falls over the students. Every whisper dies instantly.
---
Team Yarjan – Selection
Master Yarjan (scanning the crowd):
“Chakar. Step forward.”
Chakar walks up with deliberate calm. His gaze briefly flicks to the sidelines where Banok watches, but he doesn’t falter. His fists clench subtly, energy simmering beneath the surface.
Master Yarjan (studying him):
“Focused. Disciplined. You adapt under pressure. You belong on my team.”
---
Master Yarjan:
“Nazim. Step forward.”
Nazim strides forward, casual but predatory. His eyes meet Chakar’s for a heartbeat—a silent spark of rivalry—and then he bows lightly to Yarjan.
Master Yarjan:
“Resourceful. Cunning. Observant. You belong on this team as well.”
---
Master Yarjan (turning to the female candidates):
“Mahal. Step forward.”
Mahal moves smoothly, her posture calm but alert. Her eyes sweep over Chakar and Nazim, reading the tension between them.
Master Yarjan:
“Intelligent. Strategic. Balanced. You complete this team.”
The trio stands together. The air vibrates with silent tension: rivalry, subtle curiosity, and mutual awareness crackling like electricity.
---
Team Shayan – Selection
Master Shayan (voice commanding, sharp):
“Bahram. Step forward.”
Bahram walks up, steady and confident. His eyes flick to Gohram briefly, measuring him.
Master Shayan:
“Determined. Strong. You will serve on my team.”
Master Shayan:
“Gohram. Step forward.”
Gohram steps forward, composed, scanning Bahram carefully.
Master Shayan:
“Precise. Resilient. You belong here.”
Master Shayan (female candidate):
“Gull Banok. Step forward.”
Banok steps up, trembling slightly, but her posture is upright and her eyes sharp. The air around her feels charged as she joins Bahram and Gohram.
Master Shayan:
“Observant. Capable. You complete this team.”
---
Team Gulsamin – Selection
Master Gulsamin (stern, calculating):
“Sarmach. Step forward.”
Sarmach steps forward, measured and confident, his eyes scanning potential rivals in the crowd.
Master Gulsamin:
“Disciplined. Tactical. You belong on my team.”
Master Gulsamin:
“Zal. Step forward.”
Zal moves with ease, calculating the environment, aware of every glance around him.
Master Gulsamin:
“Resilient. Observant. You complete this team’s male selection.”
Master Gulsamin (female candidate):
“Zarnaz. Step forward.”
Zarnaz moves calmly, presence commanding. The three now stand together—energy taut, subtle rivalries forming, every movement measured.
---
Team Daman – Selection
Master Daman (voice firm, precise):
“Gulsher. Step forward.”
Gulsher walks up, arms crossed, aura calm but dangerous.
Master Daman:
“Strong. Resilient. You will serve on my team.”
Master Daman:
“Salal. Step forward.”
Salal moves nervously but steadily, joining Gulsher.
Master Daman (female candidate):
“Songadh. Step forward.”
Songadh steps up, eyes gleaming with curiosity and determination, completing the trio.
Master Daman:
“Sharp. Observant. You complete this team.”
---
Silent Energy – First Impressions
Each team forms a triangle, two males and one female. The hall is silent except for the echo of boots and the masters’ steady breathing. The energy is electric. Rivalries, curiosity, and subtle tension hang in the air:
Team Yarjan: Chakar and Nazim already silently challenging each other; Mahal observes both, calculating the balance.
Team Shayan: Bahram and Gohram’s focus is lethal, Banok cautious but alert.
Team Gulsamin: Sarmach, Zal, and Zarnaz—silent, controlled, ready to push limits.
Team Daman: Gulsher’s calm, Salal’s nervous energy, Songadh’s sharpness forming an unusual but balanced trio.
No words are spoken, yet every student feels the weight of what this day means. This is not just selection—it is the beginning of alliances, rivalries, and the crucible that will define them all.
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