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The teacher, aware of Abhay's background, commented "You belong to the Novels.They are typically placed in Class A. It seems like you haven't fit there."
Then, the teacher revealed a small disc, approximately 4 cm in diameter, from a box he had brought with him. He referred to it as a Khavyakta and explained its significance to the students. The wooden discs featured a distinct hexagonal shape with carved figures representing various mechanics and phenomena created by skilled engineers. The teacher emphasised that each figure held a different type of mechanic and possessed unique powers. Anya, seated at the front, distributed the Khavyaktah to each student in the class, leaving everyone intrigued by the possibilities and potential powers contained within these discs.
The teacher proceeded to describe the unique capabilities of the Khavyaktah. He explained that this particular figure allowed the storage of weapons within the disc. The students listened attentively, intrigued by the concept of Nama energy and the convenience offered by the Khavyaktah.
Furthermore, the teacher emphasised the seamless integration of the Khavyaktah with the user's flesh, ensuring easy access and eliminating the fear of losing weapons. With a lazy tone, he demonstrated how to activate the Khavyaktah by making a specific sign on the disc. As he drew the sign, he explained that the hexagonal figure would emerge and float in the air. To complete the activation, one needed to place their right hand on the floating figure, allowing it to analyse the energy frequency and merge with their flesh.
The students followed the teacher's instructions, creating the sign and placing their hands on the floating figure, eagerly awaiting the results of their activation.
As the students synchronised their Khavyaktah, Shiven, Nikhil, and Abhay quickly succeeded, their wrists displaying the distinct hexagonal mark. However, Karan struggled and accidentally dropped his Khavyakta, causing him to fall behind.
After merging with her Khavyakta, Anya couldn't locate her mark on her wrist. She turned to Abhay on her left, but didn't dare to say anything to him. Instead, she turned behind her and showed her wrist to Nikhil.
Nikhil looked at her wrist and searched for the mark, but he couldn't find it. He looked up at Anya's disappointed face and Suddenly, his mouth filled with laughter, but he managed to hold it in.
Amused by the situation, Karan joined in and looked over at Anya. He started laughing loudly, prompting Anya to shoot him a menacing look. Karan froze in response, resembling a statue. Meanwhile, Anya caught her reflection in the window and noticed that the mark was actually on her forehead. Feeling embarrassed and awkward, she quickly looked down, hoping to conceal her flushed face.
As the teacher noticed Anya struggling, he proceeded to explain the basics of operating the Khavyaktah. He instructed the students on how to activate and position the figure, emphasising the importance of focus. Additionally, he mentioned that the Khavyaktah could only store weapons combined with Nama energy and that each student would receive one weapon from the academy for home training.
While some students customised their Khavyakta, some tried to emerge the figure while Shiven simply moved it to his palm and then back to his wrist. The room buzzed with excitement as the students completed customising their Khavyaktah, expressing their enthusiasm for the unique device.
Acknowledging their enthusiasm, the teacher, in a monotonous voice, announced that he would provide an overview of the fundamental principles since it was their first day of academy.
Anya and Nikhil exchanged disappointed glances as they observed the lacklustre teaching style of their instructor. Shiven true to his straightforward nature, interrupted the class with a calm expression, suggesting that the teacher make the lesson less boring.
Recognizing the students' sentiments, the teacher let out a sigh and acknowledged their concerns, but firmly stated that his teaching style would remain unchanged. Nidhi couldn't resist voicing her opinion, explaining that good teachers should be adaptable to meet their students' needs.
The teacher raised an eyebrow, questioning if she considered him to be an inadequate teacher. Realising her unintended implication, Nidhi quickly backtracked. Leaning forward, the teacher confidently declared himself to be the best teacher in the school, sparking shock and disbelief from students.
Maintaining his usual composed demeanour, Shiven interjected "he is kidding!!"
The teacher, confident in his abilities, brushed off Shiven's comment and proceeded with the lesson, delving into the various types of weapons. As the teacher spoke, Shiven's disinterest became apparent as his head slowly leaned towards his desk.
In a sudden turn of events, the chalk slipped from the teacher's grip and flew towards Shiven. With quick reflexes, Shiven instinctively leaned back to be attentive in class. Totally Unintentionally, avoided getting hit by the chalk. The rest of the class gasped, their attention now focused on Shiven.
The teacher, unfazed by the incident, simply shrugged his shoulders and indicated that he wasn't too bothered by Shiven's behaviour, and quickly continued his lecture without saying anything about the incident.
As the school bell rang, signalling the end of the class, Anshuman began erasing the board while Nikhil went to wake up Shiven. Shiven, still groggy, questioned if the class was over, unaware of the passing time. The teacher, observing their behaviour, reprimanded Shiven for sleeping in class and deducted ten points from their class.
Confusion filled the room as some students were unaware of the point system. Nikhil spoke up, informing the teacher that they hadn't been informed about the points. The teacher, realising his oversight, apologised and promised to explain it to them the next day, leaving the class with negative points as a starting point.
The students directed their frustration towards Shiven, who avoided their gaze and seemed unfazed from their comments. He confidently stated that he would earn more points than anyone ever could. Anya took the lead and added, "It's no problem, just make sure to not lose any further."
"You heard what She said, no one dares to deny her," added Karan.
Anya's slightly frustrated expression in response to Karan's remark caused Karan to feel inferior, sensing her aura shift.
The teacher announced that it was time to receive their first weapon and led the class to the Equipment Room. Anshuman took the lead, followed by Abhay and the others, their eyes shining with excitement. As they reached the room, they noticed its large gate and eagerly followed the teacher inside. Shiven, however, seemed less enthusiastic than the others, his demeanour remaining neutral.
As the students entered the Equipment Room, they were awestruck by the vast collection of weapons. Swords, spears, guns, and grenades filled the room, captivating their attention. The teacher explained that they could train with any weapon in the room, Nikhil's attention was captured by a beautifully adorned weapon hanging on the wall, and he confidently declared it as his first weapon.
All eyes turned to the weapon that Nikhil had chosen. The teacher glanced at it and then turned back to the students without showing any emotion. "So, what was I saying? You can use any weapon for school training, but the academy doesn't allow you to choose any weapon as your first weapon."
The students reacted with surprise and disappointment. However, the teacher reassured them that they could still choose from a selection of approved first weapons.
Nikhil's disappointment was evident as he explored the instructed, plain and unremarkable weapons in the room. The other students shared a similar sentiment, feeling let down by the lack of impressive choices. However, they followed the teacher's instructions and placed their chosen weapons inside their Khavyaktah. They marvelled at the shape-shifting ability of the Khavyaktah, as it adjusted to accommodate their weapons perfectly. Excitement filled the air as they imagined carrying their weapons with them wherever they went. With the training set to begin the next day, the teacher dismissed the class, and the students bid farewell before heading home.
Anshuman made his way to the Principal's Office, a spacious room with a large oak desk where the elderly principal sat. Anshuman expressed his concern about admitting students directly into the graduate year. The principal confidently assured him that he had thoroughly examined their skills and abilities, believing they were as powerful as the Geasel Knights. Anshuman agreed to observe the students further the next day.
When asked about his first impression of the students, Anshuman shared his thoughts. He described Nikhil as passionate, ambitious, and with a positive aura suggesting a kind heart. He believed Nikhil had the potential to become an ace with hard work. On the other hand, Shiven lacked passion and ambition but displayed determination. His intense aura had a devilish presence, leaving Anshuman uncertain about what Shiven might do.
The principal reassured Anshuman, emphasising the importance of not turning their backs on any child. However, Anshuman couldn't help but express his worry about the decision they had made.
Meanwhile Shiven and Nikhil reached a T-point on their way back home, realising they were taking a different route than in the morning. Nikhil remembered he needed to stop at the market for clothes, but Shiven abruptly declined to go. Nikhil tried to persuade him with the offers, but Shiven remained resolute in his decision.
They agreed to meet at the meeting stone, and as they parted ways, Nikhil challenged Shiven to a race. Shiven maintained a poker face, showing no emotions. As they ran in different directions, Nikhil felt the rush of excitement, determined to win. In contrast, Shiven felt a sense of tranquillity around him, stopping for a moment to appreciate the peaceful view of the ocean. He questioned, "Why am I running this race? What do I have to do with this?"
As Shiven walked at a relaxed pace, he noticed Aryan, a noble boy, dressed in expensive attire, kicking a helpless boy on the ground. This sight triggered something deep within Shiven. Memories of his own family's brutal murder flooded his mind, evoking a profound sense of anger. However, instead of feeling sad or depressed, this anger manifested in an abnormal and overwhelming manner.
Shiven's face turned pale, his body trembled, and his heart raced as an intense surge of anger consumed him. He struggled to regain control, leaning on his knees for support. The memories of his family's ruthless killing always triggered this abnormal anger, and despite his efforts, deep breaths were insufficient to calm him down.
As Shiven gradually regained his senses, he became concerned about the boy being beaten by Aryan.
Shiven's frustration boiled over as he witnessed Aryan's cruel indifference. He swiftly approached the boys, his voice carrying a deep and intense tone. Aryan, absorbed in his act of violence, barely acknowledged Shiven's presence.
Unable to contain his anger, Shiven demanded an explanation. Aryan, finally shifting his gaze towards Shiven, felt a sense of unease and recognition. He vaguely recalled hearing something about Shiven before but couldn't place the details. His attention was drawn to the Khavyakta on Shiven's wrist, a clear indication of his weapon level.
"Who the hell are you questioning me like that?" Aryan snapped at Shiven, shoving his foot over the boy once again, causing a sickening pop sound and shifting his gaze where it was.
Shiven's frustration reached its peak as Aryan's callousness continued. His anger and determination to protect the helpless boy grew stronger.
In a voice filled with anger, Shiven warned Aryan, expressing his disturbed state. But Aryan, recognizing Shiven from the lower class, responded "Oh, I see," said Aryan with a smirk on his face. "You are the one from the B Class of pathetic commoners. The one who dreams of becoming a king. How funny!" He pushed the helpless boy harder into the ground, enjoying the sense of power he felt.
"Why are you treating him like that?" Shiven raised his voice, frustration evident in his tone.
However, Aryan ignored him and removed his foot from the boy.
"I broke his tool by mistake," the boy said fearfully, explaining why he was being kicked. Aryan responded by forcefully pushing him down again, telling him to shut up.
Shiven's anger surged, but he realised that engaging in a physical altercation would be futile. Instead, he came up with a plan to save the boy. Offering to pay for the cost of the broken tool, he pleaded for the boy's release.
Aryan's response was mocking, "Who needs money? I wanna kick his ass as long as I want." He then shoved the boy again and looked away, unconcerned.
Shiven's anger reached its breaking point. His face contorted into a frightening expression as he confronted Aryan, "What did you say? You're treating him that way just because he's a commoner?"
Aryan, sneering and smug, shifted his gaze away from the helpless boy and goaded Shiven, "If you have any problem, why don't you save him?"
Shiven's mind raced, trying to find a peaceful solution. But as Aryan's smug grin widened, he knew that fighting was inevitable.
Shiven had always been different from normal humans, his abilities exceeding those of anyone around him. In a display of extraordinary speed and agility, Shiven lunged at Aryan, surprising both himself and his adversary.
Aryan's grin turned into a look of satisfaction, as if he had planned this outcome from the beginning.
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