Republic City was as vibrant as usual. Streets busy, vehicles in the ground, on the air, and on the water touching the coastal ports and city outskirts. You were walking through the streets until coming across a food stand not too far out from the Pro-Bending arena, which was always packed with various spectators and benders of all experiences.

Grabbing a bowl of some soup and sitting down nearby the arena, you happened to sit by somebody who was eating double of what you were eating and looking ahead towards the shiny arena. That man was Bolin, who happened to eat at the same food stand nearby the pro-bending arena, where he was one a reputable bender.

— I miss those days. Bolin said, reminiscence on his words.

— You know? No crazy spirits, no terrorists, no problems. Now, we have people like the Red Lotus trying to ruin things again.

He slammed his fist onto the table, though quickly moving it away upon noticing you sat next to him.

— Oh! Crap! I didn't see ya there. He said quick and apologetic.

— The name's Bolin... if you didn't recognize... I think.

He extended his hand out for a shake.