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Chapter 18 - SARASWATI MAM

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"When raj returned he was alone, but I couldn't say anything as my face still showed signs of our intimate encounter. I quickly moved away from the scene and entered my camp, where I fell asleep. The next day, I woke up feeling a bit more composed, but still trying to process the events of the previous night."

I got ready as we have to take a decision to choose our path

"As we stood before the esteemed leaders of the five sects , we were presented with a crucial decision that would shape our destinies forever. Each of us received a document adorned with five symbols, representing the distinct cults that had shaped the course of history. The air was thick with anticipation as we contemplated our choices, knowing that the path we selected would forever alter the trajectory of our lives.

For me, the decision was clear. I had always been drawn to the Heavy Sword Sect, mesmerized by the raw power and unyielding protection that came with mastering the majestic heavy sword. This behemoth of a weapon stood out for its impressive size, unyielding strength, and unwavering durability. Its weight was a testament to its unyielding power, capable of delivering crushing blows that could shatter steel and crush stone with ease.

The heavy sword was more than just a weapon - it was a symbol of unyielding resolve, unwavering dedication, and unrelenting discipline. Mastering it required a level of commitment that few could muster, but the rewards were well worth the effort. I was eager to dedicate myself to the Heavy Sword Sect, to unlock the secrets of this mighty weapon, and to learn the ancient techniques and strategies that had made it a legendary force on the battlefield.

As I dripped my blood onto the symbol of the Heavy Sword Sect, the paper began to glow with an otherworldly energy, signifying my allegiance to the noble cause. I handed it to the middleman, who collected similar papers from the others, each one representing a unique journey and a distinct destiny.

Nearby, another elderly man stood watch, holding a vast stack of documents that seemed to hold the secrets of the mystical world. His eyes gleamed with a knowing intensity, as if he could see the very fabric of our futures unfolding before him. Eshu and Prapti approached me, their eyes sparkling with curiosity, eager to know which sect I had chosen and what lay ahead for me on this noble journey."

"Prapti, my little sister, eagerly asked, "Which sect did you join?

I didn't reply for some time to tease them seeing this prapti said You're being so secretive! Tell us, tell us!" I chuckled and replied, "Hehe, sorry Prapti! I joined the Heavy Sword Sect. I want to master the heavy sword and become a powerful warrior to protect you both!"

Eshu, my little brother, exclaimed, "Whoa, really?! I thought you'd join the Magic Sect like me! We could've learned magic together!" I responded, "Nah, I want to try something different. But don't worry, I'll still learn some magic tricks from you two! And I'll teach you some sword moves too when I visit!"

Prapti's eyes lit up, "Ooh, cool! I want to learn sword fighting too! But I'm joining the Magic Sect like Eshu! We'll be magic twins!" Eshu added, "Yeah! We'll be the magic duo! But we'll miss you, Me. Promise to stay in touch and visit soon! And don't forget to bring us some cool swords and magic tricks!"

I reassured them, "Of course, I promise! I'll bring you both a cool sword and some magic tricks when I come back! And I expect to see some amazing magic from you two! Maybe we can even have a friendly magic vs sword fight!" Prapti squealed, "Yay! That sounds like so much fun! We'll practice our magic and you practice your sword skills!"

Eshu nodded, "Yeah! And we'll have the best battles ever! But for now, we'll miss you, Me. Be safe and come back soon!" I smiled, knowing that though we were parting ways, our bond would remain strong, and we would reunite soon, each with our unique skills and stories to share."

"Just as we were about to continue our conversation, the old man's voice thundered, "I will teleport you all to your respective sects. Prepare yourselves!" I tried to wish my friends good luck and bid them farewell, but before I could say a word, a strange sensation washed over me. The world around me blurred, and I vanished into thin air, leaving my friends behind.

As I materialized in the Heavy Sword Sect's courtyard, I felt a mix of excitement and longing. I knew my journey was about to begin, and I was ready to embrace it, but I couldn't help but miss my friends already. Looking around, I saw only 20 people, and among them, I recognized Shiv and Arpita and akshara shickingly . Our eyes met, and we shared a moment of understanding and gratitude. We nodded at each other, acknowledging the unspoken bond between us but when my eyes meet akshara a blush come on my face remembering the kiss

Just then, a group of teachers approached us, their footsteps echoing through the courtyard. I felt a sense of anticipation, knowing that they would guide us on our path to mastering the heavy sword. The teachers' stern expressions and imposing presence commanded respect, and I straightened my posture, ready to begin my training."

"Among the teachers was Saraswati, her eyes gleaming with a strict yet polite intensity. 'Aysha and Arpita, please follow me,' she said, her voice firm but courteous. We obeyed, our footsteps echoing behind hers as she led us to a secluded training grounds. The silence between us was palpable, but not uncomfortable. It was as if we were all preparing ourselves for the journey ahead, aware that Saraswati's strictness would push us to our limits.

Finally, Saraswati stopped and turned to us, her eyes scrutinizing ours. 'Why do you want to learn heavy swordsmanship, Aysha? Arpita?' she asked, her voice firm but polite. I took a deep breath, my determination evident in my voice. 'I want to master the heavy sword to protect my family with absolute protection and attacking power. I want to be able to defend them against any threat, no matter how strong.'

Saraswati's gaze lingered on me, as if assessing my resolve. Then, she turned to Arpita, awaiting her response. Arpita's voice was steady, 'I want to learn heavy swordsmanship to empower myself, to become stronger and more independent. I want to be able to rely on myself to protect those I care about.'"

"Arpita spoke up, her eyes gleaming with ambition. 'I want to become the strongest and most feared warrior, so that whenever they say "heavy sword," they remember me and fear is seen in their eyes.' Saraswati's expression remained stern, yet her eyes hinted at a glimmer of approval.

'I expect nothing but dedication and hard work from my students,' Saraswati emphasized. 'You will learn new sword fighting techniques and sword fighting basics, but I will not tolerate any slacking.' Her eyes gleamed with intensity as she continued, 'The Heavy Sword is not just any weapon, Aysha and Arpita. It is the most elite and revered weapon in the universe, feared and respected by all. Our swords are not just weapons, but extensions of ourselves, channels for our inner strength and willpower.'

Saraswati paused, her gaze piercing through us. 'The Heavy Sword is not just a weapon, it's a symbol of power, of strength, of unwavering dedication. It's a sword that demands everything from its wielder, and in return, offers unparalleled might. It's said that a true master of the Heavy Sword can vanquish any foe, shatter any defense, and reshape the very fabric of reality.'

Her words hung in the air, heavy with significance.

"As Saraswati unsheathed her sword, its blade glinted in the sunlight, radiating an aura of power and precision. With a precise gesture, she began to demonstrate her sword technique, each movement a masterclass in fluidity and control. Her sword sliced through the air with a soft whoosh, leaving behind a trail of glittering light that seemed to linger, like the echo of a whispered secret.

I watched, mesmerized, as Saraswati's sword danced around her, its blade weaving a intricate pattern of light and shadow. Her movements were so fluid, so effortless, that it seemed as though the sword was an extension of her very being, a channel for her inner strength and willpower.

I felt a shiver run down my spine as I realized the enormity of what I was witnessing. Saraswati's skill was so superior, so far beyond anything I had ever seen, that it seemed almost otherworldly. Every time she swung her sword, it felt like she was cutting through a mountain, leaving a trail of devastation in her wake. Her defense was impenetrable, a fortress of steel and determination that seemed impossible to breach. Even touching her seemed like an impossible feat, like trying to grasp a moonbeam or capture a sunray.

Arpita and I exchanged a glance, both of us awestruck by the display of mastery before us. We knew, in that moment, that we were in the presence of a true legend, a warrior whose name would be etched in the annals of history alongside the greatest heroes of all time. And we knew, too, that we had a long, long way to go before we could even hope to approach her level of skill."

"Saraswati Mam handed Arpita and me each a heavy sword, her eyes gleaming with intensity. 'Here are your weapons,' she said, her voice firm and commanding. 'Now, I'll give you a choice. If both of you can touch me with your swords, you'll be promoted to Core students. But, if one of you can take the sword from my hand, you'll be selected as an elite student.'

"We had only two hours a day to practice, and from tomorrow, we would be joined by eight other students. Saraswati Mam's instructions were clear: 'Start attacking them with all your strength.'

"With a fierce battle cry, I charged forward, my sword flashing in the sunlight. I attacked with every ounce of strength I possessed, determined to prove myself and improve myself to protect my friends, family, and all those I wanted to protect. Arpita fought alongside me, her sword clashing with mine as we both sought to emerge victorious.

"The air was filled with the sound of clashing steel, our swords ringing out as we exchanged blow after blow. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, my muscles burning with exhaustion, but I refused to give up. I was determined to succeed, to become stronger, and to protect those I cared about."