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**Date: 18.10.2022
Day 2**
The vast blue sky, slowly being enveloped by the setting sun's vermilion light.the sounds of Birds songs covered the vast sky, birds are flying away in sky or returning home to their nests, their songs filling the air. The world seemed like a dream, playing out its wonders and beautiful illusions.
Bit by bit, the vermilion sky started to turn into crimson red.
Amidst this enchanting scene, a lone figure flew toward the north, missing out on the wonders of beauty. The figure is shining in the vermilion light like his all essence is made up of the vermilion light.
This was Aashwit, moving at high speed through the sky, cutting through the air like a blade, leaving a faint trail of mist behind him. He had been traveling for two days now. Initially, he had let Vid, his other persona, take control of his body. But after a day, Aashwit had taken back control, tasking Vid with exploring deeper into his memories while he continued toward the Himalayas.
Now, the mighty Himalayan peaks came into view, towering majestically over the landscape. Aashwit quickened his pace, pushing himself even harder.
"Just a few more minutes and I'll be there," he said, his eyes locked on the snowy peaks of mountains in front.
"No matter what, I have to find out why there's such a strong concentration of natural and magical chakra energy in these mountains—and activate my other chakras," he muttered, his voice filled with determination.
He increased his speed further, now flying at 200 km per hour, twice his previous speed.
"Just one more kilometer."
Just as he finishes his thought ,Suddenly, a strange sound echoed through the air.
*Bam, bam, bam, bam...*
"What the..." Aashwit's eyes widened in confusion, trying to figure out the source of the sound, like something hitting an invisible barrier.
Before he could grasp the situation, he felt his control slipping.
"Oh no, no, no...!" His voice faltered as his power began to spiral out of control.
He lost all his control.
"Shit! What the fa—" Before he could finish, he started to fell forward,his power stopped working and now he is falling towards the ground at high speed, crashing through the sky like a falling meteor.
But due to his momentum he didn't fall instantly, and covered hundreds of meters of distance. And when his momentum started to fade he started to fall downward to the earth.
But to his lack of karma , As he plummeted toward the earth, he spotted a vast forest below, its towering trees rising like giants, ready to catch him.
*Thud, thud, thud... crash!*
He tumbled through the branches of the massive trees. The impact was fierce, but the trees broke his fall, reducing the force just enough for him to survive. Yet, he found himself tangled in the thick vines of the trees., suspended between life and death.
"Sigh... cough, cough..." Aashwit coughed out blood, his breath labored. "Looks like I made it... somehow."
"But,... What's on world is going on here!, what's that wierd barrier ?why suddenly my Poweres Stopped working?" He said seriously but before he could understand anything further, a new sound emerged.
*Crack... crack... craaack...*
"Damn it, this isn't over yet," he muttered anxiously.
With one final crack, the vine holding him snapped.
"Sigh... Guess this is it."
But to his suprise,instead of crashing onto the hard ground, he splashed into a body of water.
*Splash, splash...*
"What the...?" he groaned in disbelief. "What's going on?" He is entirely confused, he couldn't understand what's going on one moment he is about to kiss the death and on other moment life started her affair with him in next movement they got break up and death is came to huge him,but again he got patchup with life. And death is looking at him with stealing eyes.
His body floated in the water, too weak to move. His senses were started to fad, and his ability to heal himself was also not working.
"This... isn't... good..." His words trailed off as his body sank deeper into the water. His vision blurred, the crimson light of the setting sun growing distant as darkness increaseing with every given moment.
*Splash... Splash*(something fall in into the water)
*Blub... blub... blub...*
**Who… Who's that?** Aashwit thought faintly as he saw a figure diving toward him before everything went black.
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Himalayan mountains.
**Date: 18.10.2022
Day 2
Time: Approx. 8 p.m.**
In the heart of a vast forest, an endless sea of trees stretched out as far as the eye could see. The sun had long set, and the moon now bathed the landscape in its pale light. The forest glowed with a soft, silvery hue, each leaf reflecting the moon's glow like it was made of silver.
No sign of humanity could be seen for miles—except for one faint plume of smoke rising from the depths of the trees.
In a small, roughly built wooden cabin, a fire crackled softly, casting a warm glow inside. Beside the fire, a woman knelt, tending to the flames and cooking something.
Her features were striking—though time and hardship had taken their toll. She appeared to be in her thirties or forties, her long black hair now rough and unkempt, covering more than her half face only one of her eyes are visible out of much of her face. Her body was covered in a makeshift blanket, worn like a robe, though her hands were bare as they moved skillfully around the fire.
In the dim light, two sets of clothes hung drying by the flames. Lying on the floor nearby, covered only by a towel, was Aashwit, still unconscious.
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**Woman's POV:**
"It's been an hour already, and still no movement," she murmured anxiously, her brows furrowed in concern. She wrung out a cloth, dipping it in cool water, and placed it on Aashwit's forehead again.
"Who is he? And how did he end up here?"
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Aashwit remained motionless on the floor, unconscious, while the woman continued her vigil by the fire.
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Iceland
**Date: 18.10.22**
**Day 2**
Time 8:27 a.m
When Margret looked at Ammala, a swirl of complex emotions—joy, happiness, sadness, and sorrow—wrapped around her heart.
"Sister, it's... really you!" she sobbed. "I can't believe—"
"Shhh... be quiet, you need to rest," Ammala said gently, placing a finger on her lips.
Margret nodded, still sobbing softly.
"We can talk later. Right now, we need to focus on getting back to full strength for some unknown reason we can't use our chackra and nature energy around your house," Ammala said, her eyes filled with anxiousness.
"Hmm..." Margret nodded again. "Where's brother? And father?" With a hopeful yet sorrowful tone.
Some time passed but
At this, Ammala remained silent. And a look of guilt and sadness appeared on her face. That was all Margret needed to understand the gravity of the situation. She raised her head slightly and asked:
"Sister... are we going to help them?" she asked, her voice pleading.
"Of course, we are," a cold, powerful voice echoed through the room.
Ammala remained indifferent, only nodding slightly. But Margret was confused, not understanding what was happening.
"Sister, who... who is he? What's he saying?" she asked, still puzzled.
"He is our elder brother, Ram. And the girl behind him—" before Ammala could finish, another voice interrupted.
"I'm your one and only, cute, intelligent, and brave younger sister, Ramya."
Margret took a moment to process what Ammala was telling her.
"And we're going to find and rescue your father and brother," Ram said in Icelandic.
"Margret, tomorrow we'll start making plans and gathering information about your father and brother. For now, you should rest," Ammala reassured her.
"Hmm," Margret nodded, and without another thought, she lay down on the bed, closing her eyes.
In her mind, she thought, *Now that sister is here, everything will be fine. Together, we can overcome anything.* She smiled inwardly, but a slight tension and anxiety still lingered in her heart. She knew that her mental health was as important as her physical recovery. Her chakra energy had returned and could heal her wounds, but not her fatigue. So, she decided to rest, preparing herself for the challenges ahead.
With that, she drifted into a deep slumber.
Ram, Ramya, and Ammala also went to there rooms for sleep.
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**Date: 19.10.22** present —
**Day 3**
In a room filled with various arts and ancient relics, four people sat together.
Two girls with identical faces but different eyes were seated on the same large sofa, while a man sat on a single chair that resembled a throne. Another girl sat alone on a similarly designed chair, with only a few differences in the patterns.
The two girls were twin sisters, Ammala and Margret. Ammala with her striking crimson-red eyes, while Margret's eyes were a deep black. Looked towards the boy and the girl sitting in front of them.
The girl sitting alone was Ramya, and the boy on the throne-like chair was Ram.
"So... We really are blood sisters in this life too, like previous one? But that means father and brother are—" Margret was about to ask someone but Ammala interrupted.
"yes they aren't your real family. but don't worry that doesn't mean anything if they are your blood family or not , they are family and that's what matters most, we are going to save them no matter what"
"Do you have any doubt?" Ammala responded with a question.
"No, I could never doubt you," Margret said, her voice anxious.
"You haven't changed a bit," Ammala said calmly.
"Margret, we've gathered some crucial information about your father and brother, but..." Ram trailed off. A unnoticeable look of sadness, came to his face.
By looking the slight sadness on Ram's face understood quickly Something wrong is happened to Gunner. Ammala tightened her grip on Margret's hand, her voice soft but full of regret. "Alyosha... Margret, I'm sorry we couldn't—"
"Shhh..." Margret gently placed her finger on Ammala's lips and said, "I now ,we experienced more then this before, We've lost more than words can describe, so don't worry, this isn't going to affect that much?"
A slight tear fall from her face
"But... this is my fault. If only I—"
"No. Father isn't with me because of that bastard, not because of you," Margret said, her voice filled with both rage and sorrow.
"So... where's brother?" Margret asked while composing herself.
Ram glanced at Ramya. "Ramya?"
Ramya nodded and stood up from her seat. A digital screen appeared in front of them.
Images and videos began playing on the screen.
Ramya then contacted someone over the phone. "Charly, Anya, and Demi, come in."
The three of them entered the room, standing behind Ram.
The screen zoomed in, displaying three distinct images.
Ramya started to speak in a formal and professional tone.
"These are our targets," Ramya began. "The one with red hair and a scar on his face is John Smith, leader of one of the most powerful underworld gangs in the USA, the Black Eagles. He's between 40 and 50 years old and has many political connections across several countries. "
(Then image shifted)
This two with black and white hair are his subordinates and most trusted bodyguards all the information about them can be seen in this report.
(Then a slight video started to play on the screen)
She continued, "The second man with black hair is Shinobu Haruko, John Smith's grandfather-in-law. He's between 60 and 70 years old and leads a powerful clan and black dragon gang in japan.and they are his subordinates ( again a video started to play on the screen)
Ramya paused before adding, "The last one, Jam, full name James Smith, is John's heir. Although not directly involved in the underworld yet, his criminal record includes the murder of seven people and the rape of over 60 women. Some of them were his maids, teachers, and classmates. In short, he's a loose cannon, and he's the main reason for all this chaos."
She continued, "Information about their fighting styles and bases is in those files on the table."
After reading the file, Margret asked, "Ramya, is the information about my brother accurate?"
"Yes, we confirmed that Jam is keeping him in his mansion to torture him after his recovery," Ramya replied.
"So, what's the plan?" Ammala questioned.
Ram glanced at Anya and Demi before answering, "The plan was developed by both me, Anya, and Demi. It's 99% foolproof, and for that 1% uncertainty, we've created backup plans B, C, and D."
Ramya and Anya then began explaining the details of the plan using holograms, images, and models. After 4 hours, they left the room and returned an hour later to continue planning for another 3 hours.
Once the planning session finally ended, the girls retired to their bedrooms, while the boys stayed behind to prepare for the mission the next day.
Ram called some of his contacts, and Charly gathered his trusted people, giving them detailed instructions.
Demi, after his sister Anya left, began reviewing the plan files once again.
Time 9:53 p.m
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