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Classes resumed like clockwork.
Morning drills first.
Krishna completed his combat training under the military instructor, muscles moving on instinct, reflexes sharp.
Then came shooting practice, controlled breathing, precision, discipline.
After that, strategy and interstellar law, where tactics met responsibility.
By the time lunch ended, his body was tired—but his mind was steady.
The final class of the day awaited.
Filmmaking.
The circular classroom filled with low chatter as students took their seats.
Desks arranged in rings, attention naturally pulled toward the center platform where the trainer would appear.
A shimmer.
The trainer's projection manifested.
His gaze swept the room—and stopped.
"Krishna," he said evenly. "Come to the front."
The room went quiet.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Krishna blinked once, surprised, then stood and started toward the center.
-Blink -Blink
Whispers followed him like static.
As he passed one of the outer rings, a voice muttered low.
"I've got your back."
Krishna glanced sideways.
A guy with spiky hair leaned slightly toward him, giving a quick nod.
-Nod
"Whatever this is," he added quietly, "you're good."
Jacob.
The first real friend Krishna had made here.
Same course. Different divisions. Different seating.They only shared this class.
What made Krishna pause internally—just for a second—wasn't Jacob's face.
"...."
It was his presence.
The casual confidence.The loyalty without explanation.
Too familiar.
Too much like Raghu.
Krishna gave him a small nod in return and kept walking.
-Nod
He reached the center platform.
The trainer turned to face the class.
"Many of you are wondering why I called him forward," he began. "You should be."
A pause.
Then—
"Krishna here is the creator of Tom and Jerry currently airing under Star Entertainment."
The room froze hearing what the trainer just said.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Then exploded.
"What—""No way—""WAIT WHAT?"
Jacob spit water everywhere.
"—HAAK—ARE YOU SERIOUS?!"
The trainer raised a hand for silence, amused but composed.
"He is also," the trainer continued, "the founder and owner of Star Entertainment."
Dead silence. Dozens of eyes locked onto Krishna.
Shock. Disbelief. Sudden recalibration.
"And," the trainer added, "his entry at the Stellar Canvas Conclave finished at Rank 264."
Whispers erupted again.
"That's insane for a first entry—"
"Animated slapstick made it that high?"
"That was HIM?"
The trainer turned back to Krishna, a rare smile breaking through his professional demeanor.
"On behalf of this department," he said clearly, "congratulations."
He inclined his head slightly.
"You didn't just submit a project. You challenged our assumptions."
Krishna stood still, heart steady.
"Thank you, sir," he replied.
The trainer turned back to the class.
"Let this be clear," he said. "Rankings are numbers. Impact is not."
His gaze swept the room.
"You are looking at someone who made an entire universe laugh—and then argue—without saying a word."
Jacob finally recovered, staring at Krishna with wide eyes.
"…Bro," he whispered loudly, "YOU MADE THAT?!"
A few students laughed.
Krishna exhaled quietly. Awkward. But not unpleasant.
-Sigh
"...."
The trainer didn't dismiss him right away.
Instead, he folded his hands behind his back and looked at Krishna thoughtfully.
"Before you return to your seat," he said, "share something with your classmates. An insight. Not theory. Experience."
The room quieted.
"...."
"...."
"...."
Krishna inhaled once. Not to perform. Just to steady himself.
He turned to face the circular desks, dozens of eyes fixed on him now—not curious, not skeptical, but listening.
"In filmmaking," Krishna began calmly, "there are two kinds of logic."
A few students leaned forward.
"The first logic," he continued, "is the kind that makes people feel. Happy. Sad. Angry. Bitter. Warm. Empty. Full."
He paused.
"...."
"That logic doesn't always make sense on paper. But it makes sense in the heart."
The room stayed silent.
"The second logic," Krishna said, voice steady, "is the kind that only exists to prove the creator is clever."
A ripple of understanding passed through the class.
"That logic doesn't serve emotion. It serves ego. And it makes the movie look like a fool—no matter how smart it thinks it is."
A few students nodded slowly.
-Nod
Krishna looked around the room.
"If you master the first logic," he finished, "success will come eventually. Because people don't remember explanations."
He gave a small shrug.
"They remember how you made them feel."
For a moment, nothing happened.
Then—
-Clap.
The trainer started applauding.
Slow. Firm. Genuine.
The room followed.
Applause spread in waves around the circle, growing louder, warmer.
Even Jacob clapped enthusiastically, grinning like an idiot.
-Grin
"...."
Krishna exhaled softly.
Then—
[🎪 pop! 🎪]
A puff of smoke erupted beside him.
The Entertainment System appeared—balanced precariously on a unicycle, juggling five brightly colored balls with impossible precision.
The green Jim-Carrey-style mask wore a smug grin.
[Well said!] it declared theatrically. [Ten out of ten. No notes.]
The trainer raised an eyebrow but wisely chose not to acknowledge it what he had just heard from his student.
The system leaned closer to Krishna while still juggling.
[You know,] it stage-whispered, [this is a fantastic recruitment pool.]
Krishna didn't respond.
"...."
[Think about it,] the system continued, wobbling dramatically but never falling.
[You get helpers. Animators. Editors. Timing nerds.]
One ball bounced off its head and flew back into the pattern.
[They work on the remaining Tom and Jerry episodes,] it said cheerfully.
[You watch quality. I supervise chaos.]
It grinned wider.
[-GRIN!!!]
[And you,] it added, pointing at Krishna, [focus on new projects.]
The unicycle spun once.
[Delegation,] it declared grandly. [The secret sauce of empires.]
Krishna glanced at the applauding class, then back at the system.
"…We'll see," he murmured.
The system gasped theatrically.
[-GASP!!!]
[That's a yes in producer language!]
The applause finally faded.
The trainer gestured toward the seating.
"You may return, Krishna."
As he walked back to his place, Jacob leaned over just enough to whisper.
"Yeah," he said. "You're definitely not normal."
Krishna allowed himself a small smile.
Classes finally dispersed, the hum of the academy settling back into its usual rhythm.
Krishna headed toward the underground parking corridor, already reaching for his I-bracelet to scan the ticket tab.
The green blocks were visible ahead, cycling patiently.
"Hey—buddy!"
The voice hit him from behind, fast and a little too loud.
Krishna turned hearing the voice.
"...."
Jacob stood there, hands shoved into his pockets, posture stiff like someone bracing for impact.
The usual easy grin wasn't there. Instead, he looked… nervous.
"Uh," Jacob started, then stopped.
Scratched the back of his neck.
"So. This is gonna sound weird."
Krishna waited.
"I like animation," Jacob blurted out.
"Like—really like it. I can draw, I can help with layouts, timing, even grunt work."
He swallowed looking around to see is anyone there.
"But I suck at stories."
There it was.
"I can't come up with good storylines,"
Jacob continued quickly, words tumbling out now.
"And after today—after seeing what you did—I just thought… if you ever need an extra hand?"
He forced a grin on his face.
-Grin
"I'd help. Seriously. No pressure or anything."
Krishna opened his mouth to respond—
"ANYWAY," Jacob said loudly, already backing away, "just wanted to say that!"
He spun on his heel.
"See you next class!"
And then he was gone, half-jogging down the corridor like he'd just escaped a battlefield.
Krishna stood there for a moment, blinking.
"…Huh."
He resumed his walk, scanning his ticket at the tab.
The platform lit green, his bike rising smoothly from below, armor gleaming under the academy lights.
As he rode home, Jacob's words replayed quietly in his mind.
'Extra hand. Not good at stories. Willing to help.'
The Entertainment System's voice echoed faintly in his memory.
'Recruitment pool.'
Krishna didn't smile. But he didn't dismiss it either.
"...."
Home welcomed him with warmth.
[Krishna House...]
The door slid open, and before he could take two steps—
"There you are!"
Sara enveloped him in a hug, squeezing him tight and immediately fussing with his hair.
"Did you eat properly?" she asked. "You look thin."
"I ate," Krishna protested mildly.
"Not enough," she replied firmly. "Come. Sit. I made something."
Ace padded over, tail flicking once, pressing against Krishna's leg in greeting.
After finishing the snacks the housekeeping robot insisted on handing him, Krishna clipped Ace's leash and headed out.
The nearby pet park glowed softly under the evening lights, a wide enclosed space where only pets and their owners were allowed.
The air buzzed with happy noise—barks, chirps, metallic clanks from mechanical companions, tails of every shape imaginable swaying in excitement.
Ace's seven eyes lit up the moment they entered.
"Alright, alright," Krishna said, amused. "I get it."
Then he noticed the crowd.
A small stage had been set up near the center of the park, banners floating overhead.
[PET BONDING CONTEST]
[🎖️ FIRST PRIZE: TOP-TIER PET FOOD – FREE FOR 5 YEARS]
Krishna stopped walking.
"…Five years?"
Ace followed his gaze.
The Varkyron hound's sharp tail flicked. Once. Twice.
Then Ace looked up at Krishna with the most intense, focused stare he had ever seen.
"You want this," Krishna said flatly.
Ace let out an eager hmm!
The sponsor logo hovered above the booth—a well-known interstellar pet food company, clearly confident enough to burn credits for publicity.
Krishna sighed looking at the eager Ace who clearly wanted to participate in this contest.
"…Fine."
Ace's tail wagged like a weapon.
Krishna registered them, paid the entry fee in credits, and received a participant tag.
Ace stood tall, chest out, like a veteran entering a battlefield.
[ROUND ONE: OBEDIENCE]
The challenge was simple.
Which pet could listen to their owner the longest without breaking focus.
Pets sat in a line. Owners stood before them.
Krishna crouched in front of Ace.
"Sit."
Ace sat instantly.
Minutes passed...
Distractions escalated—floating toys, food scents, loud noises, even other pets running past.
Ace didn't move.
Didn't blink. Didn't even twitch.
"...."
One by one, other pets broke formation.
Ace remained. The judge raised a hand.
"Round one winner—Ace."
Krishna patted Ace's head.
"Good."
Ace let out a smug hmm.
[ROUND TWO: OBSTACLE COURSE]
Ramps. Hoops. Balance beams. Moving platforms.
"Go," Krishna said calmly.
Ace exploded forward.
It vaulted obstacles, claws barely touching surfaces, tail correcting balance mid-air.
It cleared the final jump and skidded to a perfect halt at the finish line.
The timer froze.
A new record. The crowd cheered.
Krishna stared. "…You were holding back before, weren't you."
Ace's tail flicked innocently.
[ROUND THREE: IDENTIFICATION]
The owners were hidden behind holographic barriers, faces completely obscured.
Pets were released into the field and had to find their owner using bond alone.
The gate opened.
Ace paused.
Seven eyes scanned the field.
Then it walked straight—no hesitation, no deviation—toward Krishna's barrier and sat down in front of it.
The barrier dropped.
Cheers erupted.
The judge laughed.
"Well, that was decisive."
[WINNER: ACE]
Krishna accepted the tablet, filling out the redemption form while Ace basked shamelessly in attention before female pets besides it.
Five years of top-tier pet food.
Delivered automatically. No conditions.
Krishna confirmed the details and finalized the claim.
"…Worth it," he admitted.
Ace pressed its massive head against Krishna's leg, letting out the happiest hmm yet.
As they left the park, prize secured, Krishna shook his head lightly.
"Guess I'll never forget to feed you again," he said.
Ace's tail wagged.
Back home, Ace paraded like a champion.
[Krishna's House...]
It circled the common room twice, tail flicking proudly, before planting itself in front of Sara and letting out a triumphant hmm.
Sara laughed and clapped.
"Five years of free food? You've officially outperformed half the adults in this house."
Ace puffed up.
Krishna escaped to his room before the praise turned into a full ceremony.
"Ariel," he said, settling into his chair.
"Show me the filtered actors from yesterday."
The cupid-like AI appeared instantly, wings fluttering as a clean projection unfolded.
[Shortlisted candidates ready,] Ariel confirmed. [Would you like to begin contact?]
"Yes. One by one," Krishna replied. "Virtual meeting room."
A soft chime echoed.
[Virtual Audition Room...]
The virtual audition room assembled around him—neutral lighting, minimal design, no distractions.
Krishna wanted performances, not theatrics.
"This audition," he said calmly, "is for the second and third male leads of 3 Idiots."
(A/N): [Link To Movie]: [3 Idiot movie Explained in English: https://youtu.be/iGiKwsfJKTQ?si=POdRWKpSKwhh5d0H ]
Ariel displayed the roles clearly:
->Raju Rastogi
->Farhan Qureshi
[Non-disclosure contract required before entry,] Ariel added.
One by one, actors appeared.
Each signed the NDA.
Each performed.
Some overacted. Some tried too hard to be funny. Some chased drama instead of sincerity.
Krishna watched quietly, expression unreadable.
"Thank you,"
He said politely after each performance.
One by one, the virtual doors closed.
Disappointment lingered in their faces.
Not because they were bad—
But because they weren't right.
Hours passed...
Then—
Two final candidates entered.
The first performed Raju's nervous optimism without exaggeration.
Fear sat naturally in his posture. Hope flickered quietly in his eyes.
Krishna leaned forward slightly.
The second delivered Farhan's conflicted passion with restraint—love for art, pressure from family, frustration simmering beneath calm words.
No shouting. No forced tears.
Just truth. When the scenes ended, silence filled the room.
"...."
Krishna nodded once.
-Nod
"You're selected," he said simply.
Both men froze. Then relief hit them at the same time.
"Thank you," one said, voice thick.
"We won't disappoint you," the other added quickly.
"I know," Krishna replied.
They signed the preliminary agreements and exited the virtual room, smiles wide, steps lighter than when they had entered.
Ariel closed the interface gently.
"Two roles filled successfully," it reported.
Krishna leaned back, exhaling slowly.
Raju. Farhan. Locked.
He glanced at the empty role slots still floating faintly at the edge of his vision.
"…Rancho," he murmured.
That one, he would handle himself.
The auditions continued late into the evening.
One role after another.
Silencer came first.
Several candidates tried to exaggerate the menace.
Too loud. Too obvious. Krishna dismissed them politely.
Then one actor delivered the role with minimal words, sharp pauses, and a calm that felt dangerous.
Selected.
Next came Viru Sahastrabuddhe.
This role took time.
Some leaned too much into cruelty.
Others softened him into a caricature.
Krishna waited.
Finally, one man stepped in with a controlled presence.
Authority without shouting.
Disappointment sharper than anger.
A voice that could crush confidence without raising volume.
Krishna nodded once. Selected.
-Nod
"...."
Mona followed. That one was easier.
A few capable performances, but one stood out for natural warmth and restraint.
Selected.
Then came Pia.
And that's where everything stalled.
Talented actresses appeared. Skilled.
Confident. Beautiful. But something was missing every time.
Too dramatic. Too distant. Too performative.
Pia wasn't supposed to act like the heart of the film.
She was supposed to be it.
After the final audition ended, Krishna sat silently for a few seconds.
"No," he said softly. "Not yet."
Ariel hovered beside him.
[Would you like me to expand the search parameters?]
Krishna shook his head.
"Leave it for now."
For the minor characters, Ariel took over seamlessly, assigning suitable performers from the talent pool, managing contracts, NDAs, and schedules with quiet efficiency.
When everything else was done, Krishna addressed the selected actors.
[You'll be contacted shortly,] he said calmly.
[The script has already been sent. Prepare your roles.]
Grateful nods. Quiet excitement.
The virtual meeting room dissolved.
Krishna stepped into the common room.
Laughter greeted him.
""....
His parents were back—and they weren't alone.
Sara turned first, smiling brightly. "Krishna, come here."
Ram stepped aside, gesturing.
"Let me introduce our guests," he said.
The tall feline humanoid stepped forward first, blue mane gleaming softly under the lights.
"King Azazel Kael'thar," Ram said. "Of the Felisar Dominion."
Beside him stood a graceful woman with rat-like features softened by warmth and intelligence.
"And Queen Mirella Vossryn."
Between them, a small child sat calmly in a floating cradle, tail twitching faintly.
"And their son."
Krishna inclined his head respectfully.
Then—
She stepped forward.
Azazel Ameri.
Orange hair. Cat ears. Tail swaying gently behind her.
Confident posture, sharp eyes, and an energy that filled the room without effort.
For half a second, Krishna paused.
"...."
She looked exactly like Ameri from Welcome to Demon School, Iruma-kun.
The resemblance hit hard.
But he knew better.
Different world. Different person.
He composed himself and bowed politely.
"It's an honor to meet you."
Ameri's gaze lingered on him. Longer than polite.
"So you're Krishna," she said, eyes bright. "The one who made Tom and Jerry."
Not directed. Not produced.
'Made.'
"Yes," Krishna replied simply.
She smiled—a sharp, excited smile.
"I've watched every episode," Ameri said. "Twice."
Sara hid a laugh behind her hand.
"...."
Ram cleared his throat, amused.
Ameri folded her hands behind her back, tail flicking once.
"I was hoping to meet you."
Krishna met her gaze evenly.
"Well," he said calmly, "here I am."
And in that moment, something subtle shifted in the room.
Not destiny. Not romance. Just curiosity meeting curiosity.
And somewhere, deep in Krishna's instincts, a quiet thought surfaced.
'Maybe the role that's missing… hasn't auditioned yet.'
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