*CONFIDENTIAL REPORT: PROFILE OF IKARI, THE LAST AIRBENDER
CLASSIFICATION: HIGHLY CONFIDENTIAL – ACCESS RESTRICTED TO THE HIGH COMMAND OF THE FIRE NATION
This document compiles all available information on the individual known as Ikari, identified as the last known descendant of the Air Nomads. He represents a serious and immediate threat to the strategic interests of the Fire Nation, with a long record of interference in military operations.
All forces operating in the Earth Kingdom must maintain constant surveillance to detect his presence. Any sighting or encounter must be reported immediately to the Fire Lord through secure channels.
The elimination of Ikari is an absolute priority; capture alive is authorized only if the individual presents NO possibility of escape.
*PERSONAL DATA
Name: Ikari.
Estimated Age: 13 to 15 years.
Place of Birth: Unknown.
Parents: Unknown.
Proficiency Level in Airbending: High.
Current Location: Unknown – Constantly on the move.
*TIMELINE OF ACTIVITY
Approximately two years ago, the first reports of Ikari emerged in the western Earth Kingdom. His initial actions included sabotage of supplies, destruction of military equipment, attacks on patrols, and the liberation of prisoners of war. His mobility, facilitated by the previously unknown airbending abilities, allowed for rapid evasions and surprise attacks, causing significant losses in both manpower and resources.
In the following months, his actions escalated as he allied himself with the current ruler of Omashu, where his reputation spread across the continent. From that moment on, Ikari played a central role in the Earth Kingdom's counter-offensive, being decisive in the losses at Ketu Harbor and Mining Village.
**ATTACHED DOCUMENT: THE RED FLAME SQUAD MASSACRE
Known as the Red Flame Squad Massacre, this incident marked the definitive revelation of Ikari as the last airbender and cemented his infamous title of HODAD (Hands of Death and Destruction).
The incident took place in [Location #####], during a march of the Red Flame Squad, composed of 60 soldiers, through a ravine. Of the 60 men, 59 were killed without showing any sign of physical injuries—no cuts, bruises, or visible trauma were identified on the bodies.
The sole survivor, Soldier [Name #####], reported in testimony that, as the squad was marching, from one second to the next, the soldiers began collapsing to the ground one after another, without any form of resistance. He reported feeling a sudden inability to breathe, as if all the air in the area had vanished, before losing consciousness.
Upon awakening, the soldier found himself face to face with a hooded figure who identified himself as Ikari and claimed responsibility for the attack before departing.
Analyses suggest that Ikari manipulated the air within the ravine, somehow creating a vacuum that suffocated the squad within seconds, demonstrating a level of airbending mastery recorded only once before—by a monk of the Southern Air Temple, on the day of the Air Nomad genocide.
Official Notice: The use of the term "HODAD" or any other title for Ikari is strictly forbidden among the Fire Nation military. Violations will be punished with severe disciplinary measures.
*GENERAL THREAT ASSESSMENT
Besides being an exceptional bender, Ikari played a pivotal role in reigniting the resistance of the Earth Kingdom, especially in the western regions, where discouragement and submission to the Fire Nation had become inevitable after years of occupation and consecutive defeats.
His figure was romanticized as a heroic symbol, spread among peasants as living proof that "the Fire Nation is not invincible." Stories of his feats quickly spread, inspiring a significant increase in enlistments for Omashu's forces—
"Nephew!"
Almost jumping out of his chair, Zuko tore his eye away from the confidential documents on the table and turned around, his face twisted in irritation. "What is it?!" he exclaimed, finding Iroh standing behind him with his hands folded behind his back.
"I called you five times, Zuko," Iroh said, his voice calm but carrying a slight tone of reproach.
"Didn't you see I was focused?!" Zuko snapped, pointing at the papers scattered across the table.
"I can see that very well, nephew," Iroh replied, stepping closer with slow steps, his eyes scanning the documents before fixing on Zuko. "I only came to tell you that we're arriving at the Western Air Temple."
Zuko widened his one good eye, the surprise momentarily smothering his irritation. "Already?!" He had imagined the journey would take at least another day.
"It's been three days since our last stop…" Iroh stroked his beard thoughtfully. "You would have noticed the passage of time if you left this room and stopped burying yourself in those papers."
Zuko huffed, standing up with a sharp motion and walking to where his armor was hanging. "These documents are extremely important, uncle. They contain everything we know about the airbender. Every detail could be the key to defeating him."
Iroh raised an eyebrow, watching Zuko struggle to put on the armor, his movements stiff because of the still fresh burn on his face. He almost stepped forward to help but hesitated, knowing his nephew would reject any offer with a furious outburst. "And locking yourself in here, rereading those reports for the hundredth time, won't bring you any new information beyond what you've already memorized, Zuko. You need to clear your head. Breathe fresh air. Feel the sun. Becoming this obsessed might even slow down your recovery—"
"Let's go, uncle," Zuko cut him off, leaving the room with quick steps and abandoning Iroh mid-sentence.
"Haaah…" The man sighed, shaking his head with a mix of exasperation and concern. He soon followed his nephew outside, his calm footsteps contrasting with the prince's urgency.
Zuko walked onto the deck, his eye fixed on the horizon. He knew that finding any information about airbending in that temple, looted and abandoned for years, would be nearly impossible.
But standing still, waiting for his recovery before resuming training, wasn't an option. Every day without progress was another day of exile, another day of dishonor. He clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms, his heart racing with the need to act, to not stand still, to… prove his worth.
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