High above the roaring crowd of the Grand Colosseum, hidden away in a secret, soundproof VIP room, two of the most powerful people in the world sat in the shadows.
One was Shiva Taizan, the legendary Mirror King. He sat on a luxurious leather chair, his silver eyes fixed on the magical screen broadcasting the aftermath of the Battle Royale.
Sitting across from him was a mysterious, incredibly beautiful woman. She wore an elegant, flowing white dress, and a delicate silk veil covered the top half of her face, hiding her eyes. She was a fellow member of the 7 Pranist Council. The world knew her by her terrifying title: The Fortune Queen. She possessed the rarest Pran ability in existence—the power to catch glimpses of fate and the future.
"This team..." the Fortune Queen whispered, her voice like a soft, musical breeze. "They are completely different from the rest of the academy. They don't fight for pride. They fight for survival."
Shiva Taizan took a slow sip of his black coffee. "Of course they are different. My grandson, Kanha taizen , is their vanguard. The blood of the Taizan family runs through his veins."
A small, knowing smirk appeared on the Fortune Queen's lips. "Ah, yes. Kanha. He is far more powerful than his father ever was at that age. He has finally restored the pride and honor of your family name... the same name your son dragged through the mud."
Shiva Taizan's grip on his coffee cup tightened. The silver aura around him flared dangerously, causing the temperature in the room to drop. "Watch your words, Queen. You are speaking too much."
The Fortune Queen didn't even flinch at his deadly pressure. She simply tilted her head. "Oh, please. Don't pretend you actually loved your son, Shiva. We both know the truth. You never wanted a son. You only ever wanted a perfectly talented heir. A weapon for your legacy. And now, you finally have one in Kanha."
Shiva Taizan remained completely silent. His jaw clenched, but he didn't deny her words. He simply turned his cold eyes back to the screen.
"Anyway, let's leave Kanha out of this," the Fortune Queen said, shifting her focus. She pointed a slender finger at the screen, directly at Karma, who was standing next to Daizy in the arena. "That new boy. The one with the teal aura and the dark wooden sword. He is an anomaly. What powerful family does he belong to?"
"He belongs to nobody," Shiva Taizan replied smoothly, having already done a complete background check on his grandson's friends. "He comes from a very normal, middle-class family. His father passed away years ago. He has a younger sister, and his mother works tirelessly at a small job just to feed them and pay his academy fees."
The Fortune Queen raised an eyebrow under her veil. "You know every single detail about a random middle-class boy. You seem unusually interested in him, Mirror King."
"I have my reasons," Shiva Taizan said, his eyes narrowing as he watched Karma. "After all... that boy is the secretly chosen disciple of Lord Rudra. And that lightning bloodline...…."
The Fortune Queen let out a soft gasp. Rudra's disciple? That explained the terrifying, wild energy she felt from the boy. But he is like his father.
We saw a shadow figure of karma's father imaginary figure in background
She turned her face toward the screen again. She focused her mind, activating her legendary 3rd Chakra. The room filled with a faint, mystical golden light as she looked deeply at the threads of fate connecting Karma and Daizy.
Suddenly, the Fortune Queen's breath hitched. The golden light flickered and died. Her hands gripped the armrests of her chair tightly.
Shiva Taizan noticed her reaction. "What did you see?"
The Fortune Queen looked at the screen, a deep sadness washing over her face. "A pity... It is such a beautiful bond they share. But I can see it clearly. Those two... the boy and the healer... they have absolutely no future together. It ends in tragedy."
Shiva Taizan slowly turned his head, looking at the Fortune Queen with a sharp, calculating gaze. In the world of Pranists, the Fortune Queen's visions were never wrong.
Scene Shift: Vedas Heritage Academy - The Next Day
The heavy, serious atmosphere of the tournament was gone, replaced by the bright morning sun shining over the academy.
In the hallway outside the Elite classrooms, Kanha was happily walking with his hands behind his head, while Sambhab was reading a thick textbook on Pran Theory.
"I'm telling you, Sammy, you need to live a little!" Kanha laughed, poking Sambhab's shoulder. "You're always reading, analyzing, or practicing hand signs. Look at you! You're a Rank 1 Elite now! Girls love the smart, brooding type. Come on, let me be your wingman. Today, I'm going to find you a girlfriend!"
Sambhab sighed heavily, not even looking up from his book. "I don't need a girlfriend, Kanha. I need you to pass your written exams so Principal Vardhan doesn't kick you out of the Elite Class. Besides, romance is a distraction from combat efficiency."
"Combat efficiency? Bro, you sound like a robot!" Kanha groaned, throwing his hands up in the air. "You're hopeless! I bet if a girl hugged you, you'd probably try to set her on fire!"
"If she interrupts my reading, yes, I probably would," Sambhab replied with a totally straight face, making Kanha burst into loud laughter.
They walked into their classroom, expecting to see Karma and Daizy sitting together at their usual desk. However, only Daizy was there. She was looking out the window, a soft, slightly lonely smile on her face.
Sambhab closed his book. "Good morning, Daizy. Where is Karma? It's not like him to miss the morning lecture."
Daizy turned around. "Oh, good morning guys. Karma isn't here today. He got an urgent phone call from his family late last night. He said he had some things to take care of, so he packed a small bag and went back to his hometown for a few days."
Kanha's jaw dropped. "What?! He went home? Without telling his best bro?!"
"He didn't want to wake you up, Kanha," Daizy chuckled.
Kanha crossed his arms, looking deeply betrayed. "Unbelievable! He's probably sitting at his house right now, eating his mom's delicious, hot, home-cooked food all by himself! Meanwhile, I have to eat cafeteria slop! No way. I want home-cooked food too! I want to go to his house!"
Daizy's eyes suddenly lit up with a brilliant idea. "Wait... why don't we?"
Sambhab blinked, looking at her in confusion. "Why don't we what?"
"Why don't we all go together?" Daizy smiled brightly, clapping her hands. "Karma always works so hard to protect us. We've never met his family or seen where he grew up! Let's take a train and go surprise him at his house!"
Sambhab immediately shook his head. "Absolutely not. Daizy, we are Elite students. The finals are coming up. We have a strict training schedule. We cannot simply take an unannounced vacation to a civilian town. It's highly unprofessional and—"
Before Sambhab could finish his sentence, Kanha grabbed him by the collar of his uniform with a massive grin on his face.
"Shut up, nerd!" Kanha yelled happily. "We just fought a Gold Core beast and survived a fifty-person Battle Royale! We deserve a vacation! Daizy is a genius!"
"Kanha, unhand me this instant!" Sambhab protested, struggling to fix his glasses. "I have not packed my tactical gear!"
"You don't need tactical gear to eat parathas (*one of the famous Indian food) , Sammy!" Kanha laughed, literally dragging Sambhab out of the classroom by his collar. "Daizy, buy the train tickets! Sammy and I are going to pack our bags! ROAD TRIP!"
Daizy laughed cheerfully, her heart fluttering with excitement at the thought of seeing Karma's hometown. As she watched Kanha drag a very angry Sambhab down the hallway, she realized this was exactly what they all needed. A break from the blood, the fighting, and the shadows. Miles away from the grand towers and bustling arenas of Vedas Heritage Academy, nestled in a quiet, ordinary civilian town, stood a small, traditional wooden dojo. It was attached to the back of Karma's humble middle-class home.
The dojo was empty and quiet. Dust motes danced in the afternoon sunlight streaming through the paper windows. The air smelled of old wood and faded incense.
Karma sat cross-legged on the wooden floor, leaning lazily against the wall. He was wearing a simple white t-shirt and loose sweatpants, enjoying the rare peace. In his hands, he held a thick, worn-out, leather-bound book.
It was his late father's old journal.
Karma sighed, flipping through the pages with a bored expression. When he had found the book hidden in a dusty trunk, he expected to read about basic, boring martial arts stances or old family recipes.
But as his eyes scanned the faded handwriting, his boredom quickly vanished, replaced by a deep, creeping sense of confusion.
"Pran Energy is not just physical strength; it is the breath of the soul. The Chakras act as gates..." Karma read aloud in a whisper.
He flipped the page, his heart beating a little faster. The book wasn't about normal martial arts. It contained detailed histories of the Pranist world, the Mirror Dimensions, and the complex theories of Chakra awakening.
"What is this?" Karma muttered, his teal eyes widening. "Why would my dad have a book about advanced Pran theory? He was just a normal guy..."
Karma hurriedly turned a few more pages until he stopped dead in his tracks.
Drawn perfectly on the yellowed paper was a diagram of a swordsman holding a blade covered in jagged, violent energy. Above the drawing, written in bold, dark ink, was a title:
[The Lightning Storm Sword Style]
Karma stared at the words. Lightning Storm? It sounded incredibly similar to the Storm Hand Style .
"Could it be...?" Karma whispered to himself, tracing the faded ink with his finger. "Was my dad somehow connected to the Pranist world? Did he know Lord Rudra?"
Scene Shift: The Ultimate King's Office
Back at Vedas Heritage Academy, deep inside the restricted section of the grand library, Lord Rudra was relaxing in his messy office. He was sitting with his feet kicked up on his mahogany desk, casually flipping through a "special" adult magazine with a goofy, perverted grin on his face.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Rudra ignored the sound.
TAP. TAP. SMACK!
A sharp beak struck the back of Rudra's head.
"Ouch! Hey!" Rudra yelled, dropping his magazine and rubbing his head.
Sitting on the edge of a tall bookshelf was a massive, majestic raven. Its feathers were as black as midnight, but it had striking, glowing silver eyes. This was Kael, a highly intelligent, mystical spirit-bird that had been Rudra's companion for decades.
"You idiot, you will never change Kael squawked, speaking in a surprisingly clear, mocking human voice. "You are the Ultimate King, a member of the 7 Council, and you spend your free time drooling over pictures. Pathetic."
Rudra rolled his eyes, picking his magazine back up. "Shut up, Kael. It's called appreciating art. You're a bird, you wouldn't understand human culture."
Kael fluttered down and landed on Rudra's desk, tilting his head. The silver-eyed bird looked closely at Rudra's face, specifically at the deep, jagged scar that ran diagonally across the King's cheek and over his nose.
"I've known you for a long time, Rudra," Kael said, his voice dropping its mocking tone. "But you never fully told me the story. That scar on your face. Nothing in this world can easily cut your skin. Who gave that to you?"
Rudra's goofy smile slowly faded. His eyes darkened, taking on that terrifying, Prime Storm intensity. He closed his magazine and tossed it onto the desk.
"A arrogant guy ," Rudra said quietly, staring out the window. "A long time ago. He was the only man who could ever match my speed."
Kael clicked his beak thoughtfully. "Ah... wait. I remember a rumor. That was the 'Lightning' guy, right? The one who vanished?"
Rudra shot Kael a sharp, warning glare that carried enough Pran pressure to make the air vibrate.
"That is a story for another time, Kael," Rudra said coldly, shutting the conversation down completely. "Let's leave the ghosts in the past where they belong."
Scene Shift: The Dojo
Back in the quiet hometown, Karma was still staring at the page titled Lightning Storm Sword Style. His mind was racing with a hundred different theories and questions.
Suddenly, the sliding wooden door of the dojo was thrown open with a loud BANG!
"Yo!"
A sweet, overly energetic voice echoed through the room.
Karma jumped, quickly slamming the journal shut and hiding it behind his back. He looked up to see a cute, fourteen-year-old girl standing in the doorway. She had two messy pigtails, wore a baggy yellow hoodie, and had a mischievous grin plastered across her face.
It was Swati, Karma's younger sister.
"Well, well, well! It's a miracle! " Swati teased, walking into the dojo with her hands on her hips. "My lazy, boring older brother is actually reading a book? Did the sun rise from the west today?"
Karma rolled his eyes, letting out a long sigh. The intense mystery of his father's past was instantly ruined by his annoying little sister.
"Swati, mind your own business," Karma grumbled, trying to sound strict. "Don't you have homework to do? Or cartoons to watch? Get out of here, I'm trying to focus."
"Focus on what? Being a nerd?" Swati laughed, walking closer and trying to peek behind his back. "What are you hiding? Is it a love letter? Did you finally get a girlfriend at that fancy academy?"
"No! Shut up!" Karma's cheeks turned slightly red. He pushed her forehead away lightly with his finger. "Just go back inside the house and let me be."
Swati swatted his hand away, giggling. "Fine, fine, I'll leave you alone. But you should probably come inside soon."
"Why?" Karma asked suspiciously.
Swati turned around, walking toward the door, casually looking at her fingernails. "Hmm, no big reason. Mom just made a fresh batch of hot samosas and tea for the guests."
Karma frowned. "Guests? We never have guests."
"Yeah, well, we do today!" Swati grinned mischievously over her shoulder. "A really tall guy with glasses, a weird loud guy who immediately asked Mom for food, and a really, really pretty girl who keeps blushing."
Karma completely froze. The air left his lungs.
"Swati..." Karma said, his voice trembling slightly. "What are you talking about?"
Swati winked at him. "Your friends are sitting in our living room, idiot. Oh, and by the way, I already asked the pretty girl if she's your girlfriend. She turned completely red as a tomato! Better hurry up before Mom starts showing them your embarrassing childhood baby photos!and honestly she is looking sexy . you have a goo choice"
Karma be like swati you demon......
With that, Swati skipped out of the dojo, laughing happily.
Karma sat on the floor, absolutely paralyzed.
Kanha. Sambhab. Daizy. In his house. Talking to his mother and sister.
"Oh my god," Karma whispered, pure horror washing over his face. He scrambled to his feet, dropping the journal entirely. "KANHA, I AM GOING TO KILL YOU!"