Vikramaditya never believed freedom could be kept with speeches alone.
You needed fists. You needed food. And when the time came—you needed fire.
And for fire, you needed your own gun.
He had seen it firsthand: British Lee-Enfield rifles stacked in police armories, guarded like sacred relics. Each one forged in Birmingham, each bullet imported, each weapon marked with the Crown. Bharat was not trusted to build its own, even after years of loyal service.
That would change now.
The goal wasn't just to match the British. It was to make something leaner, easier to replicate, resistant to dust, and usable by both soldier and civilian. A gun fit for the soil, not for the parade.
He began by touching people.
A locksmith in Banaras. A blacksmith from Jodhpur. A hunter from Assam. A retired sepoy in Pune. Every calloused hand, every metal-familiar palm passed something into Magicnet: sights, angles, cleaning techniques, breakage points, shortcuts, old army gossip.
Over sixty-seven people.
Magicnet began forming an orb — one glowing brighter than usual.
"Intermediate Firearm Assembly."
He copied it to himself.
Then set up the first cell in Jaipur.
The cover was simple: a carpentry training center for rural youth. Sixteen students. Nine real. Seven trained under Magicnet. All fed knowledge from the network.
In the back room, blueprints were drawn with charcoal. Old European designs dissected. Barrel pressure tested with sand-filled chambers.
They used recycled parts — old bolts, broken clocks, railway scrap.
In 42 days, they produced a prototype:
Single-shot
Bolt-action
Iron-sight precision
Minimal recoil
They named it Trinetra-1.
The name mattered. Not for religion. For memory.
The gun was tested on the outskirts of the Aravallis.
Five shots. Five targets. No misfires.
But it wasn't enough. The design was too slow for combat.
Vikram returned to Magicnet.
This time, he searched deeper.
Connected to two British arms engineers in Calcutta—one directly, one through their tiffin carrier.
He pulled their experience into the skill tree.
Now it formed a fusion:
Advanced Rifle Design
He uploaded it into five engineers already loyal through Magicnet.
Within 20 days, Trinetra-2 was born.
Ten-round magazine
Semi-automatic firing
Water-resistant coating
Easy disassembly for cleaning
More importantly—it could be built in six hours with local tools.
Production began in an abandoned textile mill outside Gwalior.
Every rifle carried no serial number. No state insignia. Only a symbol carved into the butt—a rising sun between two lions.
Within six months, over 400 rifles were distributed:
120 to Sthirakaya fighters
80 to rural patrol groups
200 kept in hidden reserves
Each man trained through Magicnet — skillset copied, memory sharpened, reflex conditioned in shared dream-scenarios.
No parades.
No declarations.
Only readiness.
And for the first time in 200 years, Bharat held a gun that no one could take away by writing a letter in London.
Not British-made.
Not British-approved.
Just Bharatiya.
And Vikram knew: fire was now theirs to command.