Within a fortnight, the Darsha estate was unrecognizable.
Servants used tricycles for kitchen runs. Couriers rode bicycles through gravel paths. Farmers used pickup cycles to haul vegetables to the storage barns.
The estate was no longer just noble land—it was the epicenter of a movement.
And the blacksmiths?
They were no longer craftsmen—they were engineers.
Sharath created an open contest: improve the existing designs. Modify. Optimize. Tinker. In return, he offered titles, land stipends, and the chance to work with him directly.
What began as curiosity turned into innovation.
Kesrin built a gear shifter. Ona forged alloy spokes. Even visiting nobles contributed ideas—though mostly to gain favor.
The Age of Motion had begun, not with thunder, but with wheels turning on a dusty courtyard road.