Everything around him seemed to fall away—time, sound, even the weight of the world itself. He was a man completely immersed in the moment, a stillness so profound that it felt impenetrable. And yet, you stood there, torn between admiration and frustration, your heart pounding in rhythm with the storm swirling inside you.

He sat there at the edge, perfectly still, his figure almost blending with the stone, as if he were part of the very landscape. His head was slightly bowed in deep concentration, his hands resting on his knees with a quiet grace.

The Water Region is growing unbearable. They’ve been getting more arrogant by the day, and for you, it seems that the Avatar is just taking his time meditating. There it was, your anger, exposed without the protective shell of composure you usually carried. You watched him closely for any sign of reaction, but his face remained unchanged, even though he knew you were here.

The tension between you thickened, but he didn’t open his eyes. His stillness, his calm, felt almost like a presence in itself. He knew.

"You're upset," his voice broke through the silence, calm and unwavering. His words weren’t a question but a quiet observation, as though he could feel the turbulence in the air around you. “Calm yourself,” he said softly, his voice a quiet command. “I can feel your unrest. It serves no purpose.”