Chapter 17: Chosen By The Armor
The night had settled over Nalanda University, and Aamir sat cross-legged in his room, meditating. The rhythmic flow of his adrenaline energy coursed through his body, a soothing balm that calmed his nerves and sharpened his senses. Since the guild selection ceremony and his induction into the Rath Chakra Guild, he had a lot to process.
Just as he was sinking deeper into his meditation, the creak of the door startled him. He opened his eyes to see a tall, muscular boy with sharp features standing at the entrance. The boy had an air of confidence, though his expression was hesitant as he lingered by the door.
Aamir stood up, breaking the silence. "Hello, I'm Aamir. And you?"
The boy straightened. "I'm Raj. Raj Shekhawat. You're the guy who got yelled at in the administration office, right? Sorry about that—I was in a hurry and might've come off as rude."
Aamir chuckled, brushing off the memory. "Don't worry about it. It wasn't a big deal. But why are you just standing there?"
Raj hesitated. "You were meditating. I didn't want to disturb you."
Aamir smiled at his thoughtfulness. "Ah, I see. Well, it's getting late. I'm going to meditate again if you don't mind."
"Not at all," Raj said, moving to his bed. "I'll sleep now. Goodnight."
"Goodnight," Aamir replied, settling back into his meditative stance.
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The next morning, Aamir woke early, eager to visit the Cultivation Hall and claim his guild rewards.