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Next From Tomorrow It Will Be The Start Of Volume-2 Sage Durvasa Training.
And Battle Arc's with few Demons main villan of this Volume is Trinavarta[1]
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Devara held the twin swords.
Light still pulsed along their edges—Alive. Aware.
And then—
A familiar chime echoed in his mind.
[–DUM!–DUM!–]
🎯 [New Weapon Registered...]
⚔️[ Twin Divine Blades: "Amba-Tejas"
"The radiance of Amba's will—justice that refuses to fade."]
[Boosts:
🌌 Core Effect – Karma Resonance:
Increased lethality against opponents with negative karma toward women
Targets who: Deceived. Forced. Betrayed suffer amplified damage
⏳ Judgment Amplification:
Damage doubles with every passing minute in combat
The longer injustice stands…
The harsher the punishment becomes
⚔️ [Abilities:
1. ✨ Undeniable Edge
Can cut through even Vajra-like defenses Ignores conventional durability
2. ⚡ Flash of Verdict
Emits rapid bursts of divine light Disrupts enemy coordination and vision
3. 🌩️ Minor Lightning Dominion
Can channel and guide lightning Enhances strikes with electrical bursts.]
The panel faded. But Devara didn't move.
"...."
His grip tightened slightly. Not because of power.
Because of her. Amba
She had chosen this.
Not forced. Not broken.
Chosen.
A quiet sigh escaped him.
-Sigh!
He lifted his eyes. Toward Bhishma
Who stood there—Looking back.
"...."
Not as a warrior.
As someone who had just understood something too late.
Devara spoke. Simple. Calm.
"With great power…"
A pause.
"…comes great responsibility."
The words landed. Not loudly—But deeply.
The entire space froze.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Because those weren't just words.
They were—A mirror of what just happened.
Bhishma stepped forward. And pulled Devara into a hug.
Careful. Gentle.
Despite the size difference.
"Thank you."
His voice was quiet.
"I see it now. What my choices have done…"
His gaze drifted—To where Amba once stood.
"She carried that weight… because of me."
For the first time—Bhishma wasn't speaking as a guardian.
Not as a warrior. But as a man who had made a mistake.
And finally saw it.
Meanwhile…
In Devara's Mind...
A voice burst in—Loud. Annoyed.
"DON'T BELIEVE HIM!"
Devara blinked hearing Amba's annoyed voice.
"This old fox is acting! I KNOW HIS TYPE!"
Amba. Still fiery. Still very much herself.
Devara looked at the twin swords—Still glowing faintly in his hands.
A thought crossed his mind.
'Where do I even keep these…?'
He didn't have a sheath.
No belt.
No place for something this… alive.
Before he could think further—
-FLASH!
Lightning flickered. The swords vanished.
Devara blinked caught off guard by it.
Then—A familiar voice echoed in his mind.
"If you need me… call my name."
"Amba-Tejas."
He paused.
Then—Gave a small thumbs up.
Inside his mind.
'Convenient.'
His body shrank again—Back to his usual 5-year-old form.
The towering presence—Gone.
Now—Just a child again.
Until—A heavy presence moved.
Lord Parashurama stepped ahead.
"...."
He had been waiting. Patiently. Watching everything unfold.
His gaze settled on Devara.
Not harsh. Not cold. But—measuring.
"I recently met Sage Durvasa…"
The name alone made several people stiffen.
"…He spoke of a child."
A pause.
"…Who would need guidance."
Parashurama continued—
"Not from one teacher. But many. Sages. Warriors. Even gods."
The air shifted again.
He pointed slightly. Toward Devara.
"Durvasa will guide your yogic energy. He is unmatched in that domain."
A faint smirk adorned on his face.
-Smirk!
"Boons… and curses alike."
Then—He tapped the ground lightly with his axe.
"As for me…"
His eyes sharpened.
"I will train you in weapons. Especially archery."
Then came the part that made everyone uneasy.
"Others… will come when the time is right."
Silence followed.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Because that meant—This wasn't just training.
It was preparation.
Inside Devara's mind—
[–DUM!–DUM!–]
🎯 [Main Quest Generated...]
["The Eightfold Gurukul Path"
Train under 8 Masters across different disciplines
🏆 Rewards (Per Completion):
+1500 Karma Points.
Unique inheritance / ability (varies by Guru).]
Devara stared at the panel.
"...."
Then slowly closed it.
He stepped forward. Folded his hands.
"Guru."[2]
The word carried weight. Not just respect.
Acceptance.
Parashurama nodded once.
-Nod!
"...."
Simple. Final. Then turned to leave.
But paused—Just for a moment.
Without turning back—He spoke.
"Durvasa will arrive… at sunrise. Be ready."
And then—He was gone.
The tension eased.
Voices returned. Breath returned.
And the first to move—Was Satyavati
She stepped forward quickly—Eyes scanning Devara.
Concern plain on her face.
"Are you hurt?"
Her hands gently checked his arms, shoulders—As if confirming he was still whole.
Just days.
And yet—She had grown attached.
To his laughter. To his mischief. To him.
Devara scratched his cheek lightly.
"It hurts…"
A small grin.
-Grin!
"…but it'll be fine."
And before anyone could stop him—He turned. And ran.
Straight toward the river. And—
-SPLASH!!!
He jumped into Ganga River.
Everyone froze for a second.
"What is he doing?!"
Pandu stepped forward instinctively.
Vidura frowned for a second.
-Frown!
Even Bhishma looked surprised.
But—Ganga And Bhudevi
Shared a quiet smile. Because they knew.
"...."
"...."
Under the water—Something changed.
The river didn't just flow—It embraced.
Wrapped around him.
Like a mother holding her child.
Minutes passed....
Then—Devara emerged.
Water dripping from his hair. His body—Whole.
Not a scratch. Not a bruise.
The injuries—Gone.
No one spoke.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Because what they saw—Was not normal.
It was—Divine.
Ganga stepped forward. Her voice calm. Yet absolute.
"Remember this."
All eyes turned to her.
"As long as he stands within water…"
A pause.
"…defeating him…"
Her gaze rested on Devara.
"…will be nearly impossible."
The words settled like a decree.
Bhishma's eyes narrowed slightly hearing his mothers words.
Vidura absorbed it silently.
Pandu exhaled slowly.
-Sigh!
Because this—Changed everything how the world would view Devara in the future.
Since the marriage of the three Kuru princes were finsihed.
Devara decided to stay back and spend time with his mothers since he would began his training tomorrow.
Then he remembered his friend who had not met for past few days.
So after informing his mothers Devara jumped into the river Ganga.
While the crowds and royal families returned to the Kuru Palace.
The currents carried Devara swiftly through the embrace of the Ganga River
Like a fish returning home. Like a child returning to something simple.
He emerged near the familiar clearing—Where laughter once echoed louder than war.
There—On a handmade swing—Sat Ashwatthama
Alone.
Kicking the dirt absentmindedly.
Until—He saw him.
"...."
Ashwatthama jumped off instantly—Ran forward—
"Where were you?!"
No anger.
Just the raw panic of a child who thought he was forgotten.
Devara scratched his cheek.
-Scratch!
"I went to the Kuru palace…"
And then—Like telling the most normal thing—
"…and fought my brother."
Ashwatthama froze hearing him.
"…You did WHAT?"
Devara explained everything—The journey. The fight. The victory.
Ashwatthama listened—Eyes wide.
"...."
Like he was hearing a legend—Except the legend was standing in front of him.
And then—Just like that—They moved on.
To catching crabs in the mud.
Because some things—Should never change.
While digging through the wet soil—Devara spoke again.
"From tomorrow… I'll start training. With many gurus. First Maharishi Durvasa is coming."
Ashwatthama's hands stopped.
"...."
The mud slipped through his fingers.
"…So… you won't come anymore?"
The question was quiet. But heavy.
Devara stepped closer—Placed a hand on his shoulder.
Firm. Certain.
"You train with your father. I'll train with my gurus."
A grin appeared on his face.
-Grin!
"When we're done… You'll be my spear. Piercing enemies. And Karna—will be my shield."
Ashwatthama's eyes lit up.
"...."
The sadness—Gone. Replaced by fire.
"Then I'll become the strongest spear! We'll destroy all the bad people!"
Then—He paused.
"…Karna?"
Slow turn to look at Devara with a confused look.
"Who's that?"
Devara chuckled hearing his words.
-Chuckle!
"A boy I met. We played archery."
Simple. Too simple.
'…Archery? …Another boy? …Shield?'
Ashwatthama eyes narrowed slightly slightly feeling jealous about the boy who he had not met yet.
Trying to take best friend place from him.
A silent decision formed.
'…I'll be stronger than him.'
The evening air carried the scent of earth and woodsmoke.
Drona's Hut...
Inside the quiet hut—Drona sat calmly, speaking with Kripi
A simple moment.
Until—The door burst open.
Ashwatthama rushed in—Eyes blazing.
No hesitation. No greeting.
"Father!"
Both Drona and Kripi paused.
"...."
"...."
Because this—Was not his usual tone.
Ashwatthama stood straight. Fists clenched.
"Teach me."
A beat.
"Weapons. Archery. I want to become stronger."
Drona raised an eyebrow slightly hearing his sons question.
"And why… this sudden desire?"
Ashwatthama answered instantly—
"I want to defeat Karna."
Drona blinked caught off guard by his response.
Kripi blinked looking at her serious son.
"...."
"...."
Both exchanged a look.
"…Karna?"
Drona leaned forward slightly.
"Who is this Karna?"
Ashwatthama paused. Thought for a moment.
"...."
Then—
"…I don't know."
A beat.
"Devara met him. He's strong."
That was enough. A small chuckle escaped Drona.
-Chuckle!
Not mocking. But amused.
Because this—Was pure.
A child's rivalry. The kind that forges warriors.
As his son tells his meet up with Devara today.
Drona nodded his head this time seriously.
-Nod!
"Very well. Your training begins…"
A pause.
"…in one week."
Ashwatthama's face lit up instantly.
Like someone just handed him a weapon already.
"Yes, Father!"
As Ashwatthama rushed off—Drona's expression softened.
Kripi looked at him quietly.
Because now—Another thought lingered.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Drona spoke slowly—
"Sage Durvasa…"
The name itself carried weight.
Durvasa
A sage known as much for his wisdom—As for his wrath.
Kripi's brows furrowed.
-Frown!
"That child… will he be alright?"
Drona closed his eyes briefly. He had heard enough stories.
Seen enough signs.
That Devara—Was not ordinary.
Still—
"We can only hope… he returns safely."
The two sat in silence.
"...."
"...."
"...."
No grand rituals. Just—A simple prayer.
For a child—Walking into a storm.
Goddess Ganga's Domain...
Deep within the flowing embrace of the Ganga River
Soft currents. Glowing waters.
And warmth that didn't come from the sun—But from presence.
Ganga sat beside Devara—Feeding him with her own hands.
Each bite—Slow. Careful.
Like she was making up for every moment he spent away.
Beside her—Bhudevi listened with a gentle smile.
As Devara animatedly told his story—
"And then I hit him like this—"
"And he flew—"
His hands waved wildly.
Water rippled around him in response.
Even though—They had already seen everything.
They still listened.
Because hearing it from him—Was different.
For now—No battles. No destiny.
Just a child—Telling stories to his mothers.
Then—The mood shifted slightly.
Ganga's expression grew serious.
"Tomorrow… you will meet Durvasa."
Even the water seemed to pause.
"...."
Bhudevi added softly with same seriousness—
"His patience…"
A small pause.
"…is thinner than a strand of hair."
Ganga leaned closer.
"Even a small mistake… can bring a curse. A deadly one."
Bhudevi sighed lightly.
-Sigh!
"Even Lord Shiva… was not spared from his anger."
Devara nodded. Serious. Who would want to be cursed.
-Nod!
"...."
For once.
"I'll be careful."
But—That serious face lasted exactly…
three seconds.
His eyes began scanning around.
"...."
Left. Right.
"…Where's he?"
Both goddesses paused. Then exchanged a look.
"...."
"...."
Because they knew exactly—Who he meant.
Meanwhile Poor Crocodile who was enjoying his rare peace saw something.
From the distance—A ripple formed.
Then—A familiar shape slowly turned—And immediately tried to swim away.
Too late.
"HEY!!!"
And dashed toward him.
The crocodile froze mid-escape.
'…Not again…'
Devara grabbed him. Happily.
"You're my ride today! Again... You seems very happy..."
The crocodile looked at Ganga.
Silently.
'…Help?'
Ganga smiled gently.
"...."
"...."
Bhudevi looked away. No help was coming.
At the quiet borders of Anga Kingdom.
Karna Hut...
A small hut stood under the fading light.
Simple. Humble.
Inside—Karna stood before his parents.
Not as a child.
But as someone who had made a decision.
"Father… I'm going to find Lord Parashurama."
Silence.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Adhiratha blinked hearing his son's words.
Radha froze too was looking at him with wide eyes.
"…What?"
Radha stepped forward instantly.
"Why would you say something like that?"
Her voice trembled.
Because this—Was not a small journey.
This was—A path filled with uncertainty.
She held his shoulders.
"You're still a child… Stay here. We will find another way—"
But Karna shook his head. Firm. Unwavering.
"No."
His eyes held something new—Not curiosity.
Conviction.
"I want to become a great archer. Not just good… the best."
A memory flickered—Devara's voice.
"Find a guru… show him your resolve."
That single sentence—Had rooted itself deep.
"...."
Karna clenched his fists in determination.
"If I learn under Lord Parashurama… I can become one of the greatest."
A pause.
"I know I can."
Adhiratha watched quietly.
"...."
Not interrupting. Because he saw it.
That same fire—That doesn't listen to fear.
Radha's grip loosened. Slowly.
Because she understood—This wasn't something she could stop.
Only something she could pray for.
Her hand moved to his head. Gentle.
"Then go… but come back safe."
The next morning...
Before the sun fully rose—Karna stepped out.
A small bag. A handmade bow.
And a dream larger than both.
He didn't know where exactly to go.
Only rumors. Whispers. But that was enough.
Because sometimes—The path reveals itself…
Only to those who start walking.
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[1] Whirlwind Demon. The same Demon child Krishna faced against.
[2] Teacher