"Veer vs. The Ahuja Family" 

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, a sword whirled through the air, slicing a falling leaf from the tree cleanly into two halves.

In less than a blink, the sword returned to the swordsman's hand.

"So fast… Master, what sword technique did you just use?"

asked the girl standing nearby.

"This isn't a special kind of martial art. For a swordsman, the most important thing is their sword. But having a sword doesn't guarantee victory. Even more important than the sword is timing. When two warriors clash with swords, the one who strikes first has the advantage. The faster you draw your sword, the faster you can attack your enemy. The faster you are, the more your chances of winning increase."

Veer answered with a slight smile.

The technique he had just used was one he had learned in his past life. He had been a commando—and an assassin. So he had mastered all sorts of weapons: swords, bows, sabers.

That's why none of his enemies had been able to kill him in his previous life. But the friend who betrayed him—if he ever returned to Earth—would be the first one Veer would eliminate. He had killed so many people in his lifetime that he was known as the God of Death.

"Diya, as I just told you, speed is most important. With it, you can even defeat someone stronger than you. A warrior's greatest weapon is their speed. If you ever face a warrior much stronger than you, and your speed is superior, you'll be able to cut their throat before they can react."

Veer explained to Diya.

Following his instructions, Diya began practicing swordsmanship. After a while, she noticed her skills were slightly improving compared to before—but she was still far from Veer's level.

She felt she might be practicing incorrectly, so she asked:

"Master… Why can't I wield the sword like you? Am I doing something wrong while learning?"

It was already afternoon by then, and despite practicing all morning, she hadn't mastered the technique Veer taught.

"Why are you asking that?"

"I've been practicing this sword technique since morning, but I still haven't reached your level of speed."

Hearing her, Veer laughed.

"You're being ridiculous. You can't master this sword technique in just half a day of practice. You might be surprised, but when I first learned this technique, it took me a full day to reach your current speed. So don't give up so soon. With consistent practice, anything is possible."

"Really?"

Diya blinked, her confidence reignited by Veer's words.

"Of course. Why would I lie to you? But before anything else, you need to understand how to use the sword properly. How you hold it, which hand you use, how you attack—these are all essential parts of learning swordsmanship."

Veer said seriously.

"Thank you, Master. I won't break your trust. I'll continue practicing diligently."

With that, Diya resumed training.

Veer stood nearby, observing her practice.

Suddenly, he sensed someone watching him. He turned and saw his mother, Revati, silently observing him.

"Mother, you're here?"

In his previous life, as an assassin, Veer had a heightened sense of awareness of his surroundings. Yet he hadn't noticed when Revati arrived behind him.

Revati didn't answer his question. Instead, she continued watching Diya's training silently.

Diya was repeatedly practicing the same move, which puzzled Revati. She turned to Veer and asked,

"Veer, what technique are you teaching Diya? Why is she repeating the same move? If you don't have a proper sword technique, just tell me—I'll buy one for you."

"Mother, things aren't always as they seem. The sword techniques you're talking about—those bought from the market—look impressive, but they're weak in real battle. You can't win a real fight using those."

Veer replied.

He had studied all the martial techniques stored in the Mishra family's battle chamber. If even those hadn't impressed him, how could bought techniques?

"Veer, are you saying that the technique you're teaching Diya is better than the ones I can buy?"

Revati asked in surprise.

"Mother, if you don't believe me, we can have a duel to find out."

Veer said with a smile.

"So now you want to challenge your own mother?"

Revati asked.

She couldn't believe Veer, who was only at the third level of the Physical Realm, wanted to fight her.

"Be careful, Mother."

With that, Veer unsheathed his sword, made a strike, and re-sheathed it—all faster than a blink. Revati didn't even see the blade—only a shimmering flash—and before she could react, Veer's attack was complete.

Realizing she didn't have time to counter, Revati quickly used her internal energy and stepped back. A phantom image of an elephant appeared over her head—indicating she had to use the strength of an elephant just to block one of Veer's strikes.

She exhaled deeply and looked at Veer in astonishment.

The attack Veer had just used was the same one he had taught Diya, but his speed was so incredible that a normal person couldn't even perceive it. If Revati hadn't stepped back in time, she would've been seriously injured. That attack could even wound a ninth-level Physical Realm warrior, whose strength equaled that of an elephant.

"What do you think now, Mother? Do you still believe my technique isn't better than those store-bought ones?"

Veer asked with a smile.

He had complete faith in his technique. He could easily finish off a sixth-level Physical Realm warrior with a single strike.

"Did that old man you saw in your dreams teach you this sword technique too?"

Revati asked, suspicious.

Veer felt embarrassed. He had to hide things from his mother. But he had no choice. He didn't want anyone learning his secrets until he was powerful enough.

Seeing the look on Veer's face, Revati realized he didn't want to answer her question. So she changed the topic and said,

"I really like this sword technique, Veer. Can you teach it to me?"

"Why not! You can practice with Diya if you'd like."

Veer replied immediately.

Following his suggestion, Revati began practicing with Diya. Being a Chakra Core Realm warrior, she picked it up much faster than Diya. Within a single day, she reached Veer's level.

However... she was still not as proficient as Veer. After all, he had spent years mastering this level of skill. Learning it in a single day wasn't realistic for anyone.

Now, Veer had become much busier than before. From morning till noon, he practiced his martial arts. From noon till evening, he trained Revati and Diya in swordsmanship. And from evening till night, he prepared divine water for the Mishra family elders.

With such a busy schedule, Veer barely had time for himself. So he decided to make a large stock of divine water first.

He gathered all the necessary ingredients and began preparing the divine water in his room.

Three days passed this way.

In those three days, he made so much divine water that it would last the Mishra family elders and their children for three months. Seeing the mountain of herbs in front of him, Veer was thrilled. He kept a third of them for himself. After all, he wasn't making this divine water for free—this third was his payment.

Instead of money, he accepted herbs so that he wouldn't have to buy them later when he prepared Seven-Body Divine Water. Now, out of the seven needed herbs, he already had six.

"Veer… members of the Ahuja family want to meet you. The family head has summoned you,"

Revati's voice came from outside his room while he was lost in thought.

"The Ahuja family… so they've finally arrived. I've been waiting for this."

Veer said to himself.

When he had gone to buy a sword with Diya, someone had been tailing him. Veer had recognized the shadow—it was a member of the Ahuja family spying on him. He had expected them to show up soon.

At that moment, in the Mishra family assembly hall, Vardhan Singh sat on his throne with Ashutosh standing beside him. In front of them sat Abhay Ahuja, the head of the Ahuja family, along with Shrikant Ahuja.

"Family head… you called for me,"

Veer's voice echoed from outside the hall.

"Yes, Veer. Someone is here to see you,"

Vardhan Singh replied.

As Veer entered the hall, he noticed Ashutosh beside Vardhan and said with a smile:

"Ashutosh, I heard your son has reached the third level of the Physical Realm."

Ashutosh didn't reply—he just smiled faintly at Veer. His eyes showed a hint of regret.

"Veer, this is Abhay Ahuja, the head of the Ahuja family. And this is Shrikant,"

Vardhan Singh introduced them.

"Greetings, Head Ahuja."

Veer greeted respectfully.

"I've heard a lot about your mother. Everyone praises her greatly. And you seem just like her. People have been praising you as well for some time now,"

Abhay Ahuja said with a smile.

He had thoroughly investigated Veer. The most shocking thing was that Veer had progressed from level one to level three of the Physical Realm in just one month.

He had crippled both of Aman's sons, yet faced no punishment. From this alone, Abhay realized that Veer was not as simple as he appeared.

"Abhay, as you asked, I've summoned Veer. Did you have something to discuss with him?"

Vardhan Singh inquired.

As soon as the question was asked, Abhay Ahuja stood up angrily and said,

"Veer, how dare you?! You beat my son in front of everyone a month ago. Don't you think you owe us a conversation? Not just my son—you also injured Shrikant's son. And instead of apologizing, you act like nothing happened. You still have a chance to fix your mistake, or else—"

Hearing this, both Vardhan Singh and Ashutosh looked at Veer.

They had no idea about this incident. If they had known earlier, they might've taken it seriously.

"Head Ahuja… if you've come here to list my crimes, feel free. I don't care. As far as I know, you've already investigated what happened that day. Everyone present was a witness that I did nothing wrong. Your son was entirely at fault—and you know it too. Even after I warned him, he attacked me. Out of respect for your family, I only crippled him. I could have killed him."

Veer replied calmly.

"That's enough! You're just a disciple. How dare you speak like this to a family head?! Doesn't the Mishra family teach its disciples how to speak to elders? Oh wait… I forgot… you're not even from the Mishra family. But wherever you're from, if you ever speak to a family head like this again, you'll lose your life!"

Shrikant threatened.

The murderous intent in his eyes was unmistakable.

A phantom of an elephant appeared over his head—ready to attack Veer at any moment.