WIELDER SELECTION ARC-

-About 549 years ago, a mysterious white light fell from the sky, landing near a big town nestled in a lush valley.

-Until that moment, people were living simple and happy lives. But the light changed everything.

-As it flashed before their eyes, bathing everything in an ethereal glow, a mysterious ring appeared on each person's finger.

-No one knew what the ring was or how it had appeared. The night was filled with whispers and gasps, as the townsfolk tried to make sense of the sudden change under the silver glow of the moonlight.

Now, 549 years later

- The rings have become an integral part of life. Entire societies have risen and fallen around their power.

At Rocky's Room

-A 10-year-old boy named Rocky stood on his balcony, watching a dashing man with five rings on his fingers stride confidently down the cobblestone street.

-The man's presence commanded respect, and the townspeople greeted him with admiration and awe.

-Rocky's eyes widened with fascination as he watched the man. His mother stood beside him, her expression gentle but firm.

"That is the Ring Master of our town,"

-she explained, her voice filled with reverence.

"Every town has a Ring Master, and our Ring Master is the only one who possesses five rings on his fingers. That is the maximum any human can possess."

"I want to become a Ring Master," Rocky declared, his eyes shining with determination.

-His mother smiled gently, her eyes soft with affection,

"A Ring Master is the strongest in the whole town. To become one, you have to pass an exam that's conducted when you turn 15. Only then can you become a Ring Wielder. Do you think you can do it?"

"I definitely will," Rocky responded, clenching his fists in resolve.

-Just then, the man named Shaurya, the Ring Master, turned his gaze towards Rocky and smiled, acknowledging his determination and spirit.

-Rocky's heart swelled with pride, but then he glanced at a photo of his father on the wall. The smile faded, replaced by a look of deep longing and sadness. His father had gone missing in the last Wielder's War, leaving a void in Rocky's heart.

"Your father was a great Wielder. You want to become like him, right?" his mother asked, pride and sorrow mingling in her eyes.

-Rocky nodded firmly, his determination growing stronger,

"Yes, I do," he said, holding onto his dream even tighter. He hugged his mother, feeling her warmth and support strengthen his resolve even more. The room was filled with the golden glow of the setting sun, casting a warm, hopeful light over the scene.

Two Years Later

-A 12-year-old Rocky stood crying at the edge of his mother's grave. She had been his only unwavering support.

-The cemetery was quiet, save for the soft murmurs of the townspeople who had gathered to pay their respects. The air was thick with sorrow and the scent of freshly turned earth.

-After the funeral, Rocky returned to his house, his heart heavy with grief but filled with determination. He looked at his mother's photo on the mantel, her smiling face giving him strength. He made a solemn vow,

"I will become a Ring Master for sure," he whispered, his voice steady despite his tears,

"I promised you, and I will make you proud."

-Suddenly, a mysterious man with black hair and a handsome appearance, looking about 30 years old, appeared at Rocky's doorstep, a mocking smile on his face,

"You want to become a Ring Master? Don't make me laugh," he said with a cruel chuckle,

"In your position, you're not even capable of becoming a Ring Wielder."

-Filled with anger, Rocky glared at the man

"Who are you? And what are you doing in my house? Get out of here!" he demanded, his voice shaking with rage and defiance.

-The man held up his hands in a gesture of surrender, his eyes glinting with amusement,

"Hold on, hold on. If you want to become a Ring Wielder, I'm going to train you," he said, his tone shifting to one of seriousness,

"You cannot do it with what you have right now. You need to develop your skills and power."

-Rocky, still seething with anger, responded,

"I don't want your help. I can do it alone."

-The man suddenly appeared behind Rocky, whispering in his ear,

"You underestimate me and the Wielder exam. If you can't see me coming, believe me, you'll be thrown out in the first round of the Wielder exam."

-Rocky stepped back in surprise, his heart racing. The man, now calm, said,

"The next move is yours."

-Rocky took a deep breath, his mind racing,

"Okay, but on one condition. You have to guarantee that I pass the exam," he said, his voice steady with resolve.

The man smirked and said,

"Of course you will." In his thoughts, he mused,

"So that's the son of Kaito Rajan... born with three rings. Naturally, every human is born with one or two rings, but this boy was born with three. Of course, he is special."

The man then said

"My name is Raghavan, your mentor or guru."