The air
in the welcome area buzzed softly as the intercom rang. A young receptionist
picked it up promptly.
Ritesh Guru: "Send Daksh to my room. Immediately."
Girl: "Yes, Guruji. Right away."
The call ended. A few minutes later, Daksh stood at the doorway, his expression unreadable.
Daksh: "Guruji, may I come in?"
Ritesh Guruji: "Yes, step in."
Daksh: "You called for me, Guruji?"
Ritesh Guruji leaned forward, his voice calm but heavy with disappointment.
Ritesh Guruji: "Daksh… yesterday, you sliced an entire train in half using your
Silvonoi Fist technique. In doing so, you endangered not just one life, but
five passengers onboard. Look at this—"
He held out a phone, playing surveillance footage. Daksh's face tightened as he watched
the chaos: the entire Bandra station in shambles, rails twisted, OHL masts torn
apart, flames rising from the wrecked train, the bridge collapsed like brittle
bones.
Ritesh Guruji: "The whole Platform 4 and 5 were destroyed. It's fortunate no civilians
were nearby. But do you realize the magnitude of what could've happened?"
Daksh lowered his gaze. "I'm sorry, Guruji. The train was too close. I had no time.
That Guy was going to die… I used the Silvonoi Shear out of desperation. I had
no other choice."
Ritesh Guruji stood up now, his voice sharpening with purpose.
Ritesh Guruji: "You cannot trade one life for many. What if others had been nearby?
What if that explosion had spread further? Saving a life should not come at the
risk of others. I'm forgiving you this time… because no one was killed. But you
must face the consequences."
He paused, then added:
Ritesh Guruji: "Tomorrow morning, the Zenith Assembly will convene. All council
leaders, their students, and your full team must attend. This is not optional.
Understood?"
Daksh: "Yes, Guruji. I understand."
Ritesh Guruji: "Good. Be there by 5 AM sharp, in the Zenith Nexus Room, 20th floor."
Daksh bowed and exited silently.
[The Zenith Assembly]
The supreme council that governs all operations at FISTTONOI Headquarters. Formed
only during critical times—whether a shift in universal balance, a declaration
of war, or a serious violation—the Assembly serves as the ultimate disciplinary
and advisory force.
Comprised
of high-ranking mystical monks and their elite students, the Assembly includes:
The Indian Acharya, the Japanese Sensei, the Korean Master, the Chinese Grandmaster, and the Russian Elder.
Their mission is clear: to regulate the mystical fist users of the world, provide
direction, and protect humanity from internal chaos. When a Fist user endangers
others through recklessness—like Daksh just did—they are summoned.
These aren't ordinary warriors. They are living legends. Together, they are... The Zenith Assembly.
The next morning, darkness once again found Lewosito in his dreams.
A hazy, broken vision clouded his mind. He was lying on the ground, bloodied and badly injured, unable to move
his arms. He was gasping, struggling. Pain shot through his body with every
breath, and his chest heaved—gasp, gasp, gasp.
A shadowy figure stood before him. It was a blurry, faceless silhouette, its outline barely visible against the
flickering darkness. The figure raised one arm, palm outstretched, pointing directly at Lewosito.
"Goodbye, Lewosito."
BOOM!
Lewosito jolted awake at exactly 4:00 AM, drenched in sweat. Gasp, gasp, gasp. His heart thundered in his chest.
"That dream again... Why? Why can't I see his face? Why does it feel so real? So painful?"
He jumped from bed, shaking. "Atharv! Wake up, man! It's already 4:15 AM—we're late!"
He slapped Atharv sharply across the face.
Thwack!
"Aaaah!" Atharv shouted, sitting up in a daze. "What? Why you slapped me?"
Lewosito replied "We are going to Fisttonoi Headquarters! Training, remember?!"
Atharv shouted "Aaaaah! We're late! I forgot! I am sorry!".
By 4:35 AM, Lewosito, Atharv, and the others had gathered in the classroom on the 10th floor. The room buzzed with early tension. Familiar faces sat in rows: Avyukt, Shreya, Anamika, Jash, Daksh, Natasha, and more. Outside, some students were already running 150 laps around the training ground.
Lewosito and Atharv took seats on the fifth-row bench.
Avyukt narrowed his eyes at them."Why is that guy here?" he asked Daksh, his tone sharp.
"I don't know," Daksh replied.
Lewosito smiled, attempting friendliness. "Hi!"
Avyukt looked away, ignoring him.
Eh...? He ignored me? Lewosito's smile faded.
Daksh leaned closer to Avyukt. "I
think we're all getting punished today. It was my fault. But... I had no other option."
"I don't care," Avyukt replied coldly. "If I were there, I would've let him die."
A voice from behind cut through. "Don't forget why we're Fisttonoi members, idiot."
Avyukt turned, irritated. "I wasn't talking to you, Aarvansh. Keep your mouth shut."
Aarvansh Shah—a fierce man with a short temper and a kind heart—stood tall. He was twenty-five-year-old and the wielder of the Frezzonoi Fist.
"I think you want to die, huh?" Aarvansh challenged.
Avyukt stood up, fists clenched. "You—"
"Enough!" Jash stood, his voice commanding. "Stop fighting and take your seats."
Shreya added gently, "Please. Not now."
Shifting uneasily, the students sat.
"Daksh, only you will go to the Zenith Nexus," Shreya said.
"No," Daksh replied. "Our entire team has to go."
Kaal frowned. "But we saved everyone.Why are we being summoned?"
"Because Daksh put innocent lives in danger," Anamika answered.
Kaal muttered, "So what happens now?"
A calm voice replied from behind. "Don't worry. The Zenith Assembly will only ask for an explanation and
maybe give some punishment. But they're strict. Daksh—you destroyed Bandra Station."
"Yes," Jash nodded. "Sameer's right. Just say sorry.
Sameer Zypher, "His age is 25-year-old this guy is also short temper but Not kind hearted".
Sameer said, Avyukt—don't say anything dumb in front of the Assembly."
"I understand," Avyukt mumbled.
Atharv whispered to Lewosito, "Did you know Bandra Station was completely destroyed?"
"Yeah. I know," Lewosito replied quietly.
Suddenly, the air shifted.
Guru Veiron entered. The Redonoi Fist Master.
Immediately, everyone stood and
greeted him with folded hands.
"Good morning, students," Guru Veiron
said calmly. "I know it's early, but we have something important today. Please, be seated."
The students obeyed.
"I would like to introduce a new student," Veiron announced. "Lewosito, come forward."
Lewosito stood, heart pounding, and stepped to the front.
"This is Lewosito," Guru Veiron said. "From today onward, he will be part of Fisttonoi."
He paused. "And... he possesses the Fire Fist."
The room froze. "Huh?" Daksh stammered.
"What?" Shreya gasped.
"Seriously...?" Avyukt muttered.
"Whaaaat?" Anamika and Kaal echoed together.
Aarvansh stepped forward. "The Fire Fist? That's incredibly rare... almost impossible."
Sameer narrowed his eyes. "Is this a joke? How could he have the Fire Fist?"
Guru Veiron's gaze didn't waver. "He didn't earn it. He was born with it. Since birth, the Fire Fist has lived
inside him."
Whispers filled the room. Doubt. Awe.Disbelief.
"Whether you believe it or not," Veiron continued, "the truth remains unchanged."
Sameer's fists trembled. He held back his anger, his eyes fixed on Lewosito.
Guru Veiron turned. "Lewosito, these are your new companions. Welcome to FISTTONOI."
He placed a hand on his shoulder. "Are you feeling all right after the recent attack?"
"Yes, Guruji," Lewosito nodded.
"Good. Then listen carefully. The
Fire Fist responds to your anger. The more rage you feel, the higher your power level climbs. It is the second-most powerful Fist in the world. It can evolve up to Level 7—and has the power to destroy the world. You must learn to control your emotions."
And then he paused making sure the message was clear. "You'll trained here for one month.After that, you'll head to Himachal for 18 months of intense training with
another Guruji. He will guide you and help develop your true potential."
Lewosito nodded again, more firmly. "I understand."
Veiron turned to the class. "Now,everyone listens. The Zenith Assembly is here. Team Bolt Squadron—you must go to the 20th floor immediately. Your Guru is waiting."
"Yes, Guruji," Daksh said. "Shall we go now?"
"Yes, you may leave now," Veiron replied.
He looked at the others. "The rest of you—breakfast is served. After that, training begins. But Lewosito... you must first run 150 laps."
Lewosito's mouth fell open. "Wait...I have to run first, then eat? That's not fair!"
Atharv laughed. "Better run properly, or you'll faint halfway!"
Veiron smirked. "Amm… he is your caretaker, right?"
"Yes," Lewosito replied.
Veiron said, "What's his name?"
"His name is Atharv," Lewosito replied.
"So, Atharv—you'll run the 150 laps with him. From now on, you're also a part of his training. And yes, welcome to Fisttonoi."
Lewosito burst into laughter.
"Eh...? Whaaaat? Mmm... Me?!" Atharv shouted. "I don't want to! Where are you going?!"
Before he could protest more,Aarvansh grabbed Atharv's head and said sternly, "Don't shout. And don't you
dare disrespect Guru. Got it?"
Atharv gulped. "Yes, yes, I got it."
Together, Lewosito and Atharv walked
toward the lift, one grinning, the other still in shock.
From behind, Jash came running up to
them. "Wait, let's go together!" he said.
"So, today is your first day of training, and your first run on the ground. Good luck! This will make your legs
strong so you don't feel pain later. Understood?"
Lewosito replied, "Yes, but it's going to be very hard. The ground is so big."
Just then, Kavishni, a girl who wielded the Green Fist, came up to Lewosito.
"Hey… are you really the new student with the Fire Fist?"
"Yes," Lewosito replied calmly.
"Now I wonder," she teased, "you're so hot… and kinda cute, too."
Jash quickly stepped between them.
"Stop flirting with the new student, you fatty Kavishni!"
Kavishni's smile vanished, and she glared at Jash, ignoring him completely.
Lewosito laughed, but his expression then turned serious.
"Jash… I don't know why, but since yesterday, I've had this strange feeling. Like… something terrible happened to me. Was it really just an accident?"
His eyes grew dark. This weird feeling... what is it supposed to mean?
Jash Don't hold back—tell me everything, right now!
Lewosito said, "I keep seeing these blurry, dark dreams... I don't know what it is, but in that dream, I was seriously injured. The pain I felt in the dream felt real. That's all I saw in that dark dream. But the man's face... it was blurry."
Jash's suspicion was correct. It hadn't been an accident in Lewosito's past; something much more dangerous had happened.
Atharv stood silently, deep in thought.
That guy and Lewosito shouldn't face each other until he fully regains his memory, he pondered. Otherwise, Lewosito will get into big trouble once again.
Jash noticed Atharv's distant expression.
"What happened, dude? What are you thinking about?" he asked.
Atharv quickly snapped out of it.
"Nothing," he replied, but Jash wasn't convinced. He narrowed his eyes, sensing something was wrong.
Without waiting for an answer, Jash turned to both of them.
"You two are going to run 150
laps around the training ground. It'll strengthen your legs. And do it before.breakfast. That way, you'll be hungrier and train harder. Plus, stronger legs won't hurt as much during intense trainings. Got it? And yes, when you're done, call me. I'll come".
Lewosito said, "Yes, Atharv will call you."
Atharv shouted, "I'm not your servant, you baka!"
Lewosito laughed and replied, "Well, a caretaker is kind of a servant, you know."
Atharv froze.
Jash, Lewosito, and Kavishni all started laughing.
Lewosito slapped Atharv hard on the back.
"Don't be so serious! I was just kidding!"
Jash pointed at Kavishni, teasing her with a mischievous grin.
"And you—why are you laughing, fatty? All you know how to eat and flirt!"
Kavishni's smile vanished.
"What did you just say?! I swear I won't let you go!"
She lunged at him, but Atharv held her back, grabbing her wrist gently.
"Stop, he was just joking." Five minutes later, Atharv and
Lewosito stood on the massive training ground.
They both stared, shocked by how huge it was.
"This will be hard to run 150 laps," Atharv said.
Lewosito started running.
Atharv shouted, "Wait for me!"
They ran together, but only a few laps later, they both looked drained.
"I'm going to die today," Atharv panted.
Lewosito replied, "We have to run 150
laps, otherwise we won't get breakfast today."
"But why am I running here? I don't
want to become a mystical Fist user!" Atharv complained.
Lewosito replied, "Sorry. Yesterday,
when you were walking a little ahead, I told Jash that you would also train
with me. I told him you wanted to be a part of Fisttonoi and you also had a
dream to be a mystical Fist user. I lied.
Jash said OKAY, and also said that he
would tell to Guru Ritesh. So, that's why today you're running with me."
Atharv froze again. "So, it was you!"
Lewosito replied, "Sorry! Don't get angry!"
Lewosito started running even faster. Atharv yelled, stop there you baka[Idiot] Atharv run behind him to hit.
"Because of you, I'm running! I'm going to smack you down today! Come here, you idiot!"
Lewosito replied, "I'm sorry!"
Atharv shouted,
"Baka, baka, baka, baka, baka! I'm going to kill you, BAAAAAAAAAAKKKKKKKKKAAAAAAA!
The lift doors opened.
The Bolt Squadron had reached the 20th floor and entered the Zenith Nexus.
"So, Team Bolt Squadron… finally you are here," said Acharya.
"You all have broken the rules. You used techniques and put innocent lives in danger."
TO BE CONTINUED CHAPTER 3.5
LEWOSITO: THE JOURNEY BEGINS II