Chapter 7 :The Gathering Storm

Rishit sat upright in his chair, eyes filled with curiosity. "Ma'am, I'm starting to understand why these three are considered the greatest. But I still wonder—who among them was truly the strongest?"

His teacher smiled knowingly, but before she could answer, the lesson turned to history.

The northern-eastern border of Shauryan was tense. Vindictus's army, a force numbering in the thousands, stood just outside the territory, ready to invade. But before they could proceed, a lone figure emerged—Rajveer, the legend himself. Accompanied by only a fraction of their numbers, he strode onto the battlefield like a storm waiting to be unleashed.

The Vindictus general, seeing the sheer presence of Rajveer, hesitated.

Rajveer turned to his trusted companion, Daksh, and requested a sword. With a single, deliberate stroke, he carved a boundary in the ground. "Cross this line, and it will be your end," he declared.

The Vindictus general, recognizing the gravity of the moment, stepped back. He knew Rajveer's reputation. Instead of engaging, he sought counsel from Vindictus himself. Vindictus, seated in the impenetrable Ghotukk Fort, understood the message. "This is not the time," he murmured. He had greater ambitions, plans far beyond a single battle. His gaze turned toward Pratap-Pur, the heart of Bharatvarsh's power.

Within the safest fortress in the world, Vindictus held council with his prime minister.

"Maharaj, attacking Pratap-Pur is a reckless gamble," the prime minister warned. "It is the strongest Rajya, unmatched in economy, technology, and military prowess. Even with our forces, we would be outnumbered and outgunned. A direct assault would be suicidal. We are secure in Ghotukk. Why not let them come to us? Defending is our advantage."

Vindictus considered his words carefully. Finally, he spoke, "Then we prepare. Quietly. Let them think we are retreating. When the time is right, we strike."

Orders were dispatched. The army moved in secret. The storm was brewing.

Meanwhile, Rajveer found himself facing a different battle—not one of steel, but of loyalty. The people of his land had grown resentful. They saw him as distant, as if he cared more for his family than for them. The whispers grew louder. Some even spoke of rebellion.

His son, Ranveer, had seen the unrest. "Father, please," he pleaded. "Focus on the kingdom. If they provoke a civil war, it will destroy everything. Let me be. I am grown now. Don't worry about me."

Rajveer's expression softened. "If they raise their swords against me, they raise them against dharma itself. I have no fear. You are my only family left, Ranveer. How can they expect me to abandon you? I will always do what is right."

Daksh, standing in the shadows, listened silently. He had followed Rajveer for years, but even he knew that sentiment could be a warrior's greatest weakness.

In the heart of Ghotukk, an unseen war had begun. Pratap-Pur, aware of Vindictus's plans, had infiltrated his land, igniting unrest. Small, secret invasions spread flames of rebellion within his own borders. By the time Vindictus realized, it was too late—he was enraged.

"Enough!" he bellowed. "We attack now!"

His army, a force of over a hundred thousand, marched toward Pratap-Pur. The battle that would change the fate of Bharatvarsh had begun.

Far to the south, in Devnagar, another warrior was on his own journey—Satoshi, the silent blade. A lone swordsman seeking his master, he had grown stronger, more disciplined, more feared. His training was unlike anything seen before. With breathtaking agility, he stood atop towering bamboo structures, slicing them down in a flawless descent. His sword moved faster than the eye could follow. Watching in awe, Rishi Asthmedya took him as his pupil.

Satoshi's first mission was set—eliminate the tyrant General Dhusam, a man who had killed his own teacher and ruled with cruelty. With only a hundred ninja allies and five thousand local rebels, he engaged in silent warfare. Bit by bit, Dhusam's twenty-thousand-strong army crumbled under relentless, precise attacks.

Then, as Dhusam rode through the forest on his royal elephant, Satoshi struck. Leaping from the highest branch, he descended like a shadow, his blade gleaming under the moonlight. With a single swift motion in midair, Dhusam was slain before he even knew he was under attack. The land was free.

Recognizing Satoshi's unparalleled skill, the King of Devnagar had no choice—he made him General. Supplies poured in from Japan. The balance of power had shifted.

Back in Shauryan, news arrived that one of Rajveer's divisions had been attacked by a smaller yet technologically advanced Rajya. Rajveer, sensing an opportunity, sent only one man—Daksh. "Ten thousand against ten thousand," he mused. "Let's see how this plays out."

At the same time, Satoshi finally found a lead on his master's whereabouts deep in the southern forests. Without hesitation, he set off.

And in the north, Vindictus now stood at the gates of Pratap-Pur with his entire army.

A war unlike any other was about to begin.

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