It was tough to swallow it, but Faedric was too convincing. Everything that had had happened to him the past twelve hours all pointed to the truth. They wouldn't have brought him here if he wasn't the real deal. The Fire Sages didn't waste their time on street urchins. And he couldn't remember Jael ever claiming anything which hadn't turned out true. He couldn't deny it any longer, however much his old self wanted to. It had only been a few hours, but the old Toku was gone, he slowly understood, and never to return. The lazy days were over. The days of innocence were past. Days of duty and training would follow. It wasn't for him to decide. He was the Avatar. 

Toku adopted a wide stance, as he remembered learning long ago, and closed his eyes. He took a deep breath, his stance complete. He was the Avatar, he told himself, repeating it in his head as if it was a mantra. The second breath, he could feel his every limb focusing. He was the Avatar. The third breath, his nervousness was replaced by calm. He was the Avatar. Fourth breath, and he felt balance restoring. He was the Avatar. The final breath, and he could feel the familiar feeling of fire in his belly. His eyes opened and his arms moved, Fire burst from his hands; big and hot and bright flames, rising upwards like a spewing volcano. His hands spun around in circles above his head, and the fire grew into a small twister already twice the size of Faedric's demonstration. Toku was so focused he didn't appear to register anything else than the growing twister. And it kept growing. And growing. Toku was sweating from the heat. Such power. He'd never thought he had such power. But how did he stop it? He'd never handled this amount of fire before. It kept growing. 

"How do I stop it?" Toku yelled. Faedric said something, but he couldn't hear him. The torrent overhead crackled too loudly. This was getting dangerous. Trusting his instincts, he made a movement with his hands as if to command the whole twister, and aimed it at the wall. Thankfully, it did as he wanted, crashing with great force into the wall. As it hit the relatively thin stone wall, the fires ripped a hole in it. As if it was an explosion, there was a loud bang, lots of smoke and dust, and the sound of stone bricks hitting the ground and toppling over one another. 

He coughed, waving away the smoke. He couldn't believe what he just did. He'd never even seen anyone do something like that. Where had it come from? It felt like instinct. He could hear distant shouting, and hoped he hadn't caused too much of a scene. When the smoke cleared, he looked at the astonished faced of Faedric and Jael. "I am the Avatar," he said triumphantly. Triumphantly? It wasn't a triumph, was it? But it felt like one, and that was good enough for Toku.