Chapter 9: A Visit to Nand's House
After the intense clash with Shivam and the chilling realization of the Dark Nexus threat, Rudra was more than ready for a break. His best friend, Nand, had invited him over for the weekend, and Rudra was eager for a change of scenery and a chance to unwind.
Nand's house was located on the outskirts of the bustling city, nestled among tall, ancient trees and rolling hills. It was a peaceful place, a refreshing escape from the academy's intensity. As Rudra approached the modest yet welcoming home, he could already hear the cheerful shouts of Nand's younger siblings and the warm laughter of his family inside.
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A Warm Welcome
The moment Rudra stepped onto the porch, the front door swung open, and Nand's mother, Mrs. Mishra, greeted him with a bright smile and open arms.
"Rudra, my dear boy!" she exclaimed, pulling him into a tight hug. "Look at you, all grown up and looking like a true warrior already!"
Rudra grinned, a bit shy under her affection. "Thank you, Auntie. You're as warm as ever!"
"Come in, come in!" She ushered him inside, where Nand was waiting, along with his father, Mr. Mishra—a sturdy, broad-shouldered man with a gentle yet serious demeanor. Nand's father was a respected figure in their community and was known for his A-tier talent, Iron Fortress, which he used to protect the town and its people.
> Mr. Mishra - "Iron Fortress" Talent (A-Tier)
Skills: Shielding Aura, Fortify
Level: 24
Clan Rank: Respected Community Guardian
> Mrs. Mishra - "Healing Breeze" Talent (B-Tier)
Skills: Gentle Touch, Soothing Aura
Level: 20
Clan Role: Local Healer
"Welcome, Rudra," Mr. Mishra said, nodding warmly. "I hear you've been keeping my son out of trouble at the academy, eh?"
Nand groaned dramatically, "Oh please, Dad! If anything, I'm the one keeping him out of trouble."
Rudra laughed, nudging his friend playfully. "Yeah, right. If by 'trouble' you mean rescuing you from your own curiosity."
They all laughed as Mrs. Mishra guided them into the cozy living room, where snacks and tea awaited them. The atmosphere was light and cheerful, and Rudra felt his stresses melting away with each passing moment.
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A Heartfelt Chat Over Dinner
Later that evening, the family gathered around the dining table for a hearty meal. The aromas of freshly made dal, warm chapatis, and spiced curries filled the air. The Mishras' dining room was filled with laughter and the soft clinking of utensils.
"So, Rudra," Mr. Mishra began between bites. "What's your plan after the academy? I hear there's quite a bit of competition now, especially with the ranking battles and all those big clans trying to prove themselves."
Rudra hesitated, glancing over at Nand, who was watching him with an encouraging smile. "I'm still figuring that out," Rudra admitted. "I've been focused on developing my talent and improving my skills. But with everything going on—the academy rankings, the national competition in two years, and, well… some unexpected conflicts—my path has become a bit more complicated."
Mr. Mishra nodded thoughtfully. "That's how life is, son. It throws unexpected hurdles your way. But remember, every great warrior is shaped by the challenges he faces."
"Absolutely!" Nand piped in. "But you know, Dad, I'm planning to be the best support talent in the country. That way, I can guard Rudra from the sidelines as he crushes our enemies!"
Mrs. Mishra chuckled, ruffling Nand's hair. "Such big dreams, my boy! But don't get too ahead of yourself. A warrior and his supporters need to stay grounded, too."
"Mom's right, Nand," Rudra teased, smirking. "Otherwise, you'll end up lost in your dreams of glory while I'm stuck trying to save you."
Nand rolled his eyes, grinning. "Just you wait, Rudra. One day, I'll save you, and you'll have to thank me in front of everyone!"
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Discussing Future Goals
As they cleared the table and moved to the living room, Mr. Mishra leaned back, his gaze becoming more serious. "But truly, boys, it's good to dream big. Our town may be small, but it has a legacy of producing strong talent. I want you both to remember that strength isn't just about power—it's about using that power to protect."
Rudra's expression softened. He admired the way Nand's family valued not only strength but also integrity and responsibility.
Mr. Mishra continued, "I understand the academy is getting more competitive with the arrival of the clan descendants. The five great clans have started sending their best students to show their dominance. It'll be tough, especially for those from smaller families, but I believe you both have what it takes."
> Five Great Clans
1. Raizada Clan: Known for their silver phoenix talent, top-ranking warriors.
2. Deshmukh Clan: Ice manipulation and strength, respected nationwide.
3. Verma Clan: Earth-based talents, known for resilience and defense.
4. Gaur Clan: Wind manipulation, speed, and agility experts.
5. Pyrrha Clan: Known for fiery attacks and destructive powers.
Nand looked at his father, a spark of determination in his eyes. "Dad, I want to make you proud. I know our family isn't as famous as the great clans, but I'll do everything to represent us well."
Mr. Mishra smiled proudly, reaching over to give his son a pat on the back. "You already make us proud, Nand. Just keep learning and growing, and remember where you come from."
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Comedy in the Family
As the conversation continued, Mrs. Mishra interjected with a warm laugh. "Enough of all this serious talk! I bet you boys don't even know how to fold your clothes, and here you are talking about saving the world!"
Nand groaned, rolling his eyes. "Mom, not now!"
"Oh, I've seen the mess in your room, Nand," Rudra teased. "And I thought my dorm room was bad!"
Mrs. Mishra gave a knowing look, smiling as she glanced at both boys. "Well, before you save the world, maybe learn to save your poor mother from all the laundry."
Everyone burst into laughter, and even Mr. Mishra couldn't help but chuckle. The warm, lighthearted banter reminded Rudra of his own family, and he felt a renewed sense of gratitude for his friendship with Nand.
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A Bond Beyond Blood
Later that evening, Nand and Rudra sat out on the Mishra family's porch, watching the stars twinkling above. The town was quiet, and the peaceful ambiance helped them unwind after the evening's conversation.
"Your family is amazing, Nand," Rudra said quietly. "I'm lucky to have you as a friend."
Nand chuckled, giving him a playful nudge. "Well, someone's gotta keep you in check. But honestly, Rudra, I feel the same. You're like a brother to me, and together, we'll make sure we get through all the academy madness."
They sat in silence for a moment, both lost in thought. For all the challenges and dangers they faced, having each other's back made it all a little easier.
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The Next Morning: Training Plans
The next morning, after a hearty breakfast, Nand's father gathered the boys for a brief training session.
"Alright, you two," Mr. Mishra began, his tone both serious and encouraging. "Before you head back to the academy, let's go over some combat basics. Nand, you've got the defensive talent, Unmovable Mountain, but remember that support isn't just about shielding. It's also about strategy."
Turning to Rudra, he added, "And you, Rudra, with that Thunderstorm Deity talent, you've got the potential to lead. But remember, power needs control."
The boys nodded, focused and ready.
Mr. Mishra demonstrated a few techniques, sharing wisdom gained from years of protecting their town. Nand's mother watched from the porch, occasionally chiming in with encouragement. She cheered as they sparred, laughing when Nand tried to dodge Rudra's lightning-fast attacks, only to trip over his own feet.
"You boys need to work together like clockwork," Mr. Mishra said, watching them. "It's not enough to just be powerful on your own. Real strength lies in unity and understanding each other's strengths."
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Farewell and Looking Ahead
As the sun began to set, it was time for Rudra to head back to the academy. The Mishra family gathered by the gate to see him off, showering him with warm wishes and light-hearted jabs.
"Remember to visit again, Rudra," Mrs. Mishra called out, smiling brightly. "And next time, bring something nice for Nand's poor mother!"
Rudra grinned, waving back. "I'll be sure to bring something special, Auntie!"
As he walked down the road, Rudra felt