Kahn and the others had settled down again, returning to their usual routines as they recovered and waited for the right moment to act.
But while things were peaceful on Kahn's side, life for Ozai was anything but calm.
Ever since Iroh's defection, Ozai had deployed countless elite soldiers to hunt him down—yet none succeeded.
Not only was Iroh still at large, but the constant movement of troops throughout the Fire Nation had already drawn attention.
Restlessness spread among the people, and public sentiment quietly began to shift.
Even so, Ozai showed no intention of backing down. On the contrary—he sent out even more forces, pushing for a full-scale carpet search.
There was no alternative. Iroh was simply too important.
To Ozai, Iroh alone posed a greater threat than the Water Tribe and Earth Kingdom combined.
Every time this thought surfaced, Ozai's expression would darken, and his hatred toward Iroh intensified.
If he had known things would turn out this way, he should have killed him outright back then.
But despite his fury, Ozai also knew that even if time rewound, the same result would likely unfold.
Had he considered killing Iroh before? Of course he had. But at the start of his usurpation, his hold on power was unstable.
He didn't have the ability to eliminate Iroh. Later, when he finally gained authority, Iroh behaved submissively, never giving him an excuse to strike.
And Iroh's strength was at its peak—seasoned, unmatched. Assassination attempts were pointless.
Looking back, Iroh's behavior wasn't incompetence. It was deliberate restraint.
He hid his claws. Buried his glory. Endured humiliation.
Pretended to be a harmless old fool. He allowed the world to scorn him—and in doing so, convinced Ozai he had truly become weak.
While Ozai basked in triumph, Iroh had simply watched him from the shadows like a patient predator, waiting for the perfect moment to strike.
A cold shiver ran through Ozai. His scalp tightened.
For the first time in years, he vividly remembered the fear of being dominated by his brother—the undefeated Dragon of the West, the childhood opponent he had never once defeated.
And now, Iroh had shed his disguise and pointed his spear directly at him.
The realization rattled him. His momentary panic quickly transformed into shame… then rage.
All of it condensed into pure hatred and murderous intent.
"Iroh… Iroh!!!"
He spat the name like a curse.
After an unknown amount of time, Ozai finally calmed down. A servant approached and respectfully presented a document.
"Your Majesty, today's report."
"Leave it."
Ozai took the document, reading through it slowly.
It wasn't a military report. It was surveillance on Kahn.
After Iroh defected, Ozai ordered strict monitoring of Kahn, demanding every detail of his daily life be recorded and reported.
That alone showed how much Ozai valued—and feared—Kahn.
According to the report, Kahn displayed no abnormalities. He appeared unaware of Iroh's defection and seemed to have no connection to him at all.
But Ozai's eyes narrowed.
Was that really true?
If Iroh had fooled him for years… could Kahn, Iroh's disciple, also be hiding behind a mask?
He wasn't willing to gamble on that possibility.
"Kahn… what a pity."
His quiet sigh echoed faintly in the hollow palace hall—carrying a meaning far deeper than regret.
Compared to the tense calm in the Imperial City, Iroh's side was far more grueling.
After narrowly escaping yet another pursuit, he met Kahn in the Spirit World and let out a weary sigh.
"Ozai is being quite… persistent."
At first, handling the chase had been no challenge. But as Ozai deployed more soldiers, even Iroh found it increasingly difficult to move freely.
If hiding were his only goal, it would've been manageable.
But Iroh's actual mission was to contact various forces across the world—requiring constant movement.
That mobility inevitably exposed traces, allowing Ozai's forces to cling to his trail.
His current appearance was proof of the struggle—covered in dirt and mud, looking like someone who had been chased for days.
But after examining him carefully, Kahn found no injuries and relaxed.
"It seems Ozai is really afraid of you. Azula said he even had to stall his overseas military campaign to free up more soldiers to look for you."
"He should be afraid."
Iroh spoke with absolute calm—not arrogance, but confidence.
Then he suddenly smiled.
"Fortunately, everything on our side is progressing well. More importantly, several letters I sent out have finally received replies. That was the biggest surprise lately."
Kahn's curiosity spiked. What could surprise Iroh?
"What happened?"
Iroh stroked his beard, eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
"Put simply… I've found some allies."
"Allies? Strong ones?"
Kahn leaned closer, anticipation rising.
Assistance that even Iroh regarded highly certainly wasn't ordinary. He had a vague suspicion, but he wasn't confident enough to say it.
Sure enough, Iroh delivered the answer.
"The friends I invited are all Firebending Masters of this era."
"All—Firebending Masters?!"
Kahn shot up straight.
Even though he had guessed as much, hearing Iroh confirm it still sent shockwaves through him.
Firebending Masters were extremely rare. Even the Fire Nation only had two publicly acknowledged ones—Iroh and Jeong Jeong.
In the entire world, the number probably couldn't break double digits.
Even Kahn himself could only barely be called half a Firebending Master.
This news was enormous—world-shaking.
With so many Firebending Masters joining them, the success rate of their operation would skyrocket.
After chatting a while longer, Kahn happily bid Iroh farewell, left the Spirit World, and lay in bed grinning.
Thoughts of Iroh leading an army of Firebending Masters filled his head, and he drifted into a sweet dream.
In the dream, he stood beside Iroh and several Firebending Masters, towering over Ozai as countless Fire Nation soldiers lay defeated.
Kahn laughed proudly:
We're so damn strong.
But suddenly, Ozai below him grinned sinisterly. His body erupted in flames—then lashed upward, punching Kahn's head clean off.
"!"
Kahn jolted awake, drenched in cold sweat.
But before he could even process the nightmare, his heart lurched.
A cold, sharp warning tore through his mind.
Danger.
Extreme danger.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh—!"
In the next instant—
Countless arrows blasted through his doors and windows, firing from every direction, shredding the entire room like a raging storm of steel.
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