Chapter 31 - 29: One Arrow... One Astra... One Kill...
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After Four months...
Days turned into weeks. Weeks into months.
And for four months—There were no miracles.
No divine weapons. No cosmic events.
Only—Practice. Again. And again.
Devara stood beside Karna
Both holding—Simple bows.
Not Pinakodanda. Not destiny.
Just wooden simple one. And string. Meant for practice. And also a heavier one.
From a distance—Lord Parashurama
Watched. Them practice. In silent.
"...."
Observing every breath they take before drawing the string.
Every stance when they aim. Every mistake they make which could be improved to make their movements and aim comfortable.
Then—A single correction would land on the ears of both Karna and Devara.
"Your shoulder."
"Too tense."
"Let the arrow flow—don’t force it."
Devara—Absorbed everything. Like dry earth drinking rain.
Without any complaint.
Each correction—Becoming instinct. As his Supreme Mastery talent helped him to adapt to it easily and effectively.
Each movement—Refined.
Meanwhile...
Beside him—Karna burned with motivation. Not outwardly. But within.
Every shot—Driven by hunger. Every miss—A wound. Every hit—A promise.
Devara learned easily through the correction given by Lord Parasurama.
While Karna chased his dream through his every shot.
Both grew. But in different rhythms.
Then one day—Lord Parashurama called them.
No anger. No urgency.
Just—Presence. They stood before him.
Straight. Focused. Lord Parasurama’s voice came steady.
"Soon... I will begin teaching you astras."
The word alone—Changed the air.
Astras. Not arrows. Not skill alone. But power—That bends reality.
Karna’s eyes lit up hearing his words.
Devara’s gaze joined him in excitement.
Parashurama turned as he took his axe.
"I will be away for a few days. Do not waste time. Continue your training."
No long speech. No extra warning.
Because he expected—They already understood.
Both bowed respectfully.
"Yes,
As Lord Parashurama descended from Mahendragiri mountain.
His presence—Faded. Not completely. But enough.
Enough for something—That had been waiting. So long.
At the outskirts—Hidden among twisted trees—Three figures watched.
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At their center stood—Trinavarta
His eyes gleamed. Not with rage—But anticipation.
-Gleam!
Beside him—His sister. And her husband—Garutraaksha
Both carrying scars.
Not just on their bodies—But in pride.
One year. A full year—Of waiting. Watching. Enduring.
The boy—Never came down.
Never gave them an opening.
Every plan—Failed before it began.
Because he was under the protection of the Great Parasurama.
Their patience had thinned. Their anger—Fermented.
Especially hers. Meghavarna
Her fingers twitched—As if remembering the pain. The humiliation.
She had suffered at the hands of that boy.
Who has no pride in him using under handed tactics to defeat her.
And. Now—The mountain felt different.
Lighter. Less guarded.
Because the one they feared—Was gone.
Trinavarta smiled. Slow. Sharp.
"Finally..."
His voice carried the calm of a storm—Just before it breaks.
His sister stepped forward. Eyes burning.
"That brat ...is mine."
Garutraaksha let out a low chuckle—Still remembering the countless failures.
-Chuckles!!!
"Let’s see how he handles us... without his protection."
He had confidence in his brother in law’s strength.
But Trinavarta Was Different.
"...."
He raised a hand. Stopping them.
Not out of hesitation—But calculation.
"No rushing. We waited this long. We do this right. Before Parasurama returns."
His gaze lifted—Toward the peak.
Where the boy they wanted to kill should be present—Unaware.
"We isolate him. Break him through pain. Then end him."
Far above—Devara stood under open sky.
Training.
Unknowing. That Karma Points were free delivering themselves to him.
Meanwhile Four Months Before...
From the heavens—Descending without thunder—Without glory—Came Indra
Not as a king of gods. But as a wanderer.
Simple clothes. Dust on his feet. Eyes—Still sharp.
"...."
At the forests surrounding Mahendragiri Mountain.
He saw them as soon as he landed. Three figures. Still. Waiting. Watching.
And he immediately found out who it was Trinavarta,
Seem’s to be with his sister. And Garutraaksha who was her husband.
Indra’s eyes narrowed. Not in fear—But interest.
"...."
He didn’t step forward.
Didn’t announce himself. Didn’t interfere.
Instead—He watched.
Because sometimes—The best weapon—Is not power. But timing.
Waiting patiently for the right opportunity.
Days passed. Weeks. Then months. Four. Four months passed.
Indra remained. Hidden. Silent.
"...."
Like a thought waiting to become action.
Understanding the Situation around.
He observed everything.
Their frustration. Their hatred. Their target.
And slowly—A smile formed.
’So... They want the boy.’
His thoughts sharpened.
’And the boy ...is the source of that power. May be...’
Now—It made sense. Might be some another demi god who was protected by his parents.
Indra didn’t rush. He calculated.
’If they attack... I can watch. Measure. Understand. And if needed...’
A pause. A dangerous one.
’...interfere.’
Not to help. Not to save.
But to ensure—Nothing grows beyond his control.
Then—The shift. Lord Parashurama. Left the mountain. And the air changed.
The three rakshasas—No longer still. No longer patient.
They moved. Fast. Toward the mountain.
Behind them—Unseen. Unnoticed. Walked another.
A Shameless king of gods. A watcher. A manipulator he thinks himself to be.
At the peak of Mahendragiri Mountain.
Two figures stood—Training. Arrows flew. And hit the Targets.
Targets trembled by each impact.
Then—The wind changed suddenly.
Clouds gathered at the sky as if storm awaits.
Not slowly. Not naturally.
But deliberately. Lightning struck—Too close. Too often. Too precise.
Both stopped for a moment sensing it.
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Karna his eyes narrowed. His instincts—Screamed of danger.
Because this—Was not weather.
Inside Devara’s mind—A notification ignited.
[-DUM!-DUM!-]
[TASK GENERATED...]
[Eliminate Trinavarta. Send his head to
Kamsa. Symbol of approaching death. Reward: +350 Karma Points.]
Devara’s expression hardened looking at the system panel which revealed the reason behind the sudden change in the climate.
No confusion. No doubt. Just clarity of understanding who was his opponent.
"So... it’s him."
He turned to Karna who was tensed. But calm. But serious.
"Stay focused."
A small pause.
"We have uninvited guests."
Karna didn’t ask questions. Didn’t hesitate.
His grip tightened on the bow.
"...."
His stance shifted. From training—To battle.
Wind howled. Dust rose.
The mountain trembled slightly—As if bracing itself.
Because what was coming—Was not just a fight. He could feel it.
Far behind the storm—Hidden.
Silent.
"...."
Indra observed calmy. Waiting for the right moment. Measuring. The situation below.
It came first—Not the attack. Not the wind.
But laughter.
-HAHAHAHA!!! -HAHAHAHA!!!
-HAHAHAHA!!!
Three voices—Twisted.
Echoing across the peak of Mahendragiri
The kind of laughter—That didn’t belong to a human or any good person.
From the storm—They descended one after another.
At the center—Trinavarta
His lower body—A raging cyclone.
Violent. Unstable. Yet controlled. Larger.
More ferocious—Than anything his sister had shown before.
Beside him—Her storm form flickered.
Anger burning brighter than lightning.
"...."
Eyes locked on Devara—With pure hatred.
And there—Garutraaksha
His vulture face—Twitched.
Because unlike the others—He remembered how every time he tried to attack the boy something bad will happen.
Every failure. Every humiliation.
And now—Standing before that same boy again—Fear lingered in his mind. Quiet. But real.
Refusing to fade with his memory.
Devara stepped forward calmly looked at the tree.
No panic. No hesitation.
Just—Clarity of someone who knew what he was going to do. His voice came steady.
"Don’t try anything foolish."
A small pause.
"Or you’ll answer to my bow."
For a heartbeat—Silence.
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"....."
"....."
Then—Laughter Exploded like a thunders.
Trinavarta threw his head back. Laughing. Loud. Mocking. Cruel.
-HAHAHAHAHA!!!
His storm body churned violently—As if enjoying the moment.
His gaze dropped—To Devara’s hand.
A simple bow. A training weapon. And his grin widened.
"That? That is what you threaten me with?"
His sister joined in—Her laughter sharp—Cutting.
"-HAHAHAHA!!!"
"Two children... with toys."
But Garutraaksha—Did not laugh as loudly.
-Gulp!
"...."
His eyes flickered—Between the bow—And Devara.
Because somewhere deep inside—He knew—This was the same boy who was unpredictable with his actions.
Three demons—Confident. No Two. Mocking.
Two boys—Silent. Focused. On their enemies before them.
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Devara didn’t argue.
Didn’t react. Didn’t even look offended.
He simply—Turned.
And placed the training bow aside.
That was enough. Trinavarta laughed louder.
-HAHAHA!!!
"Look at that! The brat gave up!"
His sister sneered.
"He dropped his weapon!"
But beside them—Garutraaksha. Didn’t laugh as much.
Because something—Felt wrong. Very wrong.
Behind Devara—Karna stood calm.
Silent.
"...."
Because he knew—What came next.
Devara raised his hand. Above his head. And spoke—
"Pinakodanda."
Light didn’t explode—It obeyed.
The bow formed. In his hand. Alive. Breathing power.
The laughter stopped. All three froze.
Because what they felt—Was not fear.
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Something ancient. Something dangerous. Something—They should not face.
High above—Within the clouds—Indra who was watching all this calmly like he was under control.
And for the first time—His confidence cracked.
"That bow... is not meant for a child."
He could feel the immense power contained in it. Made even him desire it.
Devara’s green eyes gleamed.
His voice echoed—Across the mountain.
"Rakshasa... Even after my warning... You chose to underestimate me."
A pause.
"Then witness it. Pinakodanda
He introduced his bow with confidence.
He pulled the string.
Green energy spiraled at his grip. Condensed. Formed—The Astra
Alive. Hungry. Waiting. Which is in the form of snake.
Sensing death and the power of the astra—Trinavarta reacted.
Storm clouds surged.
Wrapped around—Him. His sister. Garutraaksha.
A shield. A hiding place. A desperate move. Made by his instincts.
Devara didn’t panic he let go the astra calmly. The arrow flew.
Silent.
-THUNG!!!
Deadly. Mid-flight—It changed. It began to transform taking form into. A colossal serpent. Formed which hissed in anger.
"-HISSSSSSSS!!!"
Its body—Made of venom and wrath. It entered the storm like it was its hunting ground.
Inside the Clouds...
For a moment—Nothing happened but the feeling didn’t go away.
Then—Realization hit him.
Trinavarta felt it something approching him at high speed. Too late. He turned to his side.
And saw—Death. Which made his face turn pale and his eyes widen in shock and panic.
The serpent emerged from the clouds like it was its natural hunting round and lunged at him.
Mouth wide as if it going to swallow him. Fangs bared sharply with pointy tips.
No escape. No counter.
Only—Impact before he could think.
It hit. Clean. Absolute. The snake mouth grabbed his head tightly.
The next moment...
The clouds split. And from them—Fell a body. Headless. Lifeless. Which hit the cliff edge and started rolling down the mountain—Until it stopped.
Still.
As the body turned green indicates currently in that body poison is more than the blood.
Silence.
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His sister—Frozen. Still shaken by the view of how that snake caught her brother’s head before flewing away.
Garutraaksha—Terrified. His feathers were standing on its own body due to the goosebumps he was feeling at the body of his brother in law which has truned green.
And now seems to be decomposing as if it couldn’t handle the poison it it. leaking a green gas from it.
Because what they saw—Was not a battle.
It Was Execution. One arrow. One Astra. One Kill. Just like that.
"He... killed him... in one move..."
No struggle. No resistance. No second chance by avoiding the attack.
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