At the highest hill of Tapas village, under a large Bodhi tree—where the golden rays of the morning sun first spread—an eight-year-old boy named Jai Veer sat cross-legged on the dew-covered grass. His eyes were closed, brows furrowed in deep concentration.
Tiny specks of light shimmered around him.
He was condensing his Jiva Shakti, the life force within. His breaths slowed. Each inhale seemed to draw energy from the air, while each exhale grounded him deeper into the earth. Inside, he felt a pulse—steady and alive—as if the universe itself was breathing with him.
Then... something clicked.
A warmth flared in his chest. His core activated.
His eyes snapped open.
"I did it!" he shouted, jumping to his feet.
As he ran down the hill, the wind rushed past him. He didn't even bother to wipe the dust from his clothes. "Mom! Dad!"
He burst into the training area where his parents were training.
"I've activated my core! Now I can cultivate just like you!" His voice trembled with joy. "I really did it!"
Kalyani's hand flew to her mouth in astonishment. Vikram stood still for a moment, then smiled.
"He's only eight..." Kalyani whispered.
They had expected this moment to come a year or two later. For most children, the journey began around nine or ten. But Jai Veer—he had always been different; he did it at eight years.
Vikram placed a hand on his son's shoulder. "You've made us proud, Jai. This is just the beginning. You're going to do great things."
Jai Veer's face lit up, and before anyone could say more, he dashed outside the training area to continue cultivating—eager, tireless, shining with purpose.
"Bye bye! Today's cultivation target is still not completed; see you in the evening."
Jai Veer's parents smiled and were proud of their son's dedication to cultivation.
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Days passed.
The joy of Jai Veer's awakening was bittersweet for Kalyani and Vikram. One thought lingered in their minds: they had to leave Jai Veer for a time being to grow stronger.
A mysterious underwater dungeon had appeared within the Mahodadhi, the Great Ocean. Its entrance would remain open for only a few more months. Every corner of its depths held danger—but also opportunity: ancient secrets and divine power.
One evening, Kalyani sat beside her son, watching the sun set behind the mountains.
"Jai Veer," she said gently, brushing his hair aside, "your father and I need to go on a journey... to grow stronger."
Jai Veer looked up at her. "Is it dangerous?"
She hesitated. "Yes. But it's necessary."
Vikram joined them, kneeling in front of his son. "We'll come back as soon as we can. Until then, we want you to promise us something."
Jai Veer stood up straight, trying to look older than his years. "I promise. I'll keep cultivating. I'll take care of myself."
Jai Veer understood what his parents wanted to promise, so he did it himself.
Vikram smiled, hiding the tightness in his chest. "That's our son."
They left him in the care of Bhim Rao, an old friend and trusted warrior. As they disappeared into the horizon, Jai Veer watched until their silhouettes faded from view.
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A year passed.
Jai Veer trained relentlessly, immersing himself in cultivation. His progress astonished the village—he had reached the 7-star Jagruti (Awakening) stage, a level even ten-year-olds will struggle to attain.
One afternoon, while meditating on the same hill where he first awakened, he felt something unusual—a familiar presence flickering in the air.
He stood and turned.
And there they were.
"Mom! Dad!" He shouted, running toward them.
Kalyani hugged him tightly, her smile trembling with emotion. "We missed you so much."
"We brought you something; take it," Vikram said, though his voice was cautious. The joy was real—but short-lived.
Dark clouds gathered overhead.
From above, warriors of the Naliniya Clan descended, led by Elder Sagar Naliniya. His eyes gleamed with malice as his soldiers surrounded them.
"You thought you could escape? Hand over what you found in the dungeon. Now."
Kalyani stepped in front of Jai Veer. "We'll never give it to you."
Vikram clenched his fists. "You want a divine secret? Take it, but by going over our dead bodies."
A wave of hostile energy surged around them. Knowing they couldn't win this battle, Kalyani pulled out a random teleportation device and activated it—just as she had done long ago.
A flash of light enveloped Jai Veer.
"No! I won't go—!"
"You have to survive!" Kalyani shouted. "Grow strong and find us!"
And then… he was gone.
A random teleportation device, which Kalyani had, can be used for only three times, and each time fewer people can teleport. The first use of this device happened a long time ago when they teleported three people at once, the second time for Kalyani and Vikramaditya at the Naliniya clan palace. And today the third and last time to teleport Jai Veer to a safe place with a divine secret.
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The boy, Jai Veer, landed within the Vrishabha Forest—a wild, dangerous place filled with magical beasts and shifting paths.
Branches cracked beneath his feet. Strange cries echoed between the trees. Alone, trembling, Jai Veer stumbled forward—lost, afraid.
Then he saw it: a glowing just above his head. It played back a final message from his parents—recorded before their capture.
"Jai, maybe when you read this message we were not with you, and sorry for that. But we hope you can protect the divine secret and grow stronger in the future by using that divine secret. Our blessings will always be with you, our lovely son, Jai Veer. — Your Mom & Dad" The letter disappeared.
Tears streamed down his cheeks. His fingers curled into fists.
"I will survive," he whispered. "I will grow stronger."
He looked toward the trees. Toward the sky. Toward the challenges ahead.
"I will protect the divine secret... and I'll bring both of you back. No matter what."
And with fire in his eyes, Jai Veer stepped into a new journey—not as a child, but as a warrior in the making.