Subh was excited because of the surprise that Sarva had mentioned the previous night. As a result, he hadn't slept a wink. Early in the morning, he found himself musing aloud, "Ahhh, I didn't sleep all night because of the surprise that Guruji hinted at. What could it be? Is Guruji giving me a sword or a new power? I can't wait. I should check if Guruji is awake or still sleeping."
With this thought, Subh tiptoed to Sarva's room to see if his guru was awake. Peeking inside, he whispered to himself, "Guruji is still sleeping. Should I wake him up? No, no. If Guruji gets angry, he will beat me up. He might look old, but he has more strength than a teenage boy. I better not wake him up."
He decided to take a walk in the deep forest, feeling a strong connection to nature and the tranquility it offered. "Early morning is really great. I feel really energized," he thought to himself as he walked, the sounds of chirping birds and rustling leaves accompanying him.
The forest seemed more alive today, and as Subh ventured deeper, he felt an unusual presence in the air. He remembered something Guruji had told him long ago. "There is a fierce beast monster in these woods," Guruji had warned. "It is incredibly powerful, and you must avoid it at all costs. However, that was before I learned about my chakra powers," Subh mused. "Now, I think I can fight that monster."
As Subh continued his walk, he heard the sounds of a struggle ahead. Instinctively, he crouched behind a large tree, peering out to see what was happening. In a small clearing, a young boy was engaged in a fierce battle with a monstrous creature. The beast was unlike anything Subh had ever seen—towering at 15 feet, with dark, impenetrable scales and eyes that burned with an eerie, fiery glow. It was Vritra, the legendary Rakshasa.
The boy, though not much older than Subh, wielded a gleaming sword that seemed to pulse with a radiant energy. Each swing of the sword released arcs of bright blue light, revealing the power he channeled through the weapon. This energy allowed the boy to enhance his physical strikes with spiritual force, creating devastating impacts.
Subh watched in awe as the boy fought valiantly. The boy swung his sword with precision, each strike imbued with spiritual energy, causing Vritra to roar in pain. But each time the beast was wounded, it would heal almost instantly, its regenerative powers working at an alarming rate.
Vritra's tail whipped around, the venomous stinger barely missing the boy's shoulder. The boy countered with a powerful slash of his sword, releasing a wave of energy that momentarily stunned the beast. However, it wasn't enough to bring Vritra down. The beast roared and unleashed a torrent of fire from its mouth, forcing the boy to shield himself with a barrier of spiritual energy, the flames licking around him but not consuming him.
Subh's heart raced as he watched the intense battle. He wanted to help but knew that rushing in unprepared could mean certain death for both of them. He continued to hide, hoping the boy's spiritual powers would be enough to defeat the beast.
The boy was visibly tiring, his movements slower and his strikes less powerful. Vritra sensed the weakening of its opponent and pressed its advantage, its claws slashing through the air with deadly intent. Just when it seemed the boy could hold on no longer, he closed his eyes and began to chant softly. The glow around his sword intensified, and a brilliant light enveloped him.
With a final, desperate effort, the boy channeled all his remaining spiritual energy into his sword and struck Vritra directly in the chest. The force of the blow was immense, and the beast let out a deafening roar as it staggered backward. The boy's sword pierced through Vritra's scales, and the beast began to convulse, its regenerative powers unable to keep up with the energy tearing it apart from within.
In a blinding flash of light, Vritra let out one last, anguished roar before collapsing to the ground, its massive body lifeless and still.
The boy stood over Vritra's lifeless body, breathing heavily but still standing strong. There was no sense of triumph in his expression, only a quiet determination and a hint of frustration at his own perceived weakness.
Subh observed the boy for a moment longer before deciding to leave without making his presence known. As he turned to go, he glanced back one last time. The boy remained standing in the clearing, eyes closed as if sensing something. Subh wondered if the boy had known about his presence all along. but that boy know that there was someone who was seeing him fighting.
As Subh made his way out of the forest, he felt a newfound respect for the power of spiritual energy and the courage it took to face such a formidable foe. The memory of the battle would stay with him forever, a reminder of the strength that lay within and the journey still ahead of him.