At the age of fifteen, Ram stood alone on the training ground. His body was covered in sweat, his hands bruised, and his breath heavy—but his eyes were full of determination. He fell again and again, yet every time, he stood back up.
Pain didn't matter to him.
Only strength did.
After completing his training, Ram walked toward his father, Shiva Sai—a powerful army general known for his cold and commanding presence.
Ram stood straight and said,
"I want to become like you."
Shiva Sai looked at him silently for a moment, then replied in a calm but firm voice,
"Then become more powerful than me."
A small smile appeared on Ram's face.
"When I become strong… I will do everything for you."
For a brief second, Shiva Sai's expression softened.
Four years later…
The battlefield was filled with chaos. Gunshots echoed, the ground was broken, and smoke covered the sky. Soldiers were fighting desperately.
In the middle of that war stood Ram.
Now nineteen, he had grown stronger, faster, and far more dangerous. His movements were sharp, and his attacks were precise. One by one, enemies fell before him.
But suddenly… something felt strange.
The noise of the battlefield seemed to fade.
Ram's eyes shifted toward the ground nearby.
There… lying in the middle of destruction…
was a newborn baby.
The child looked no more than a day old.
No parents.
No crying.
No fear.
Just silence.
Ram slowly walked toward the child and stopped. For a moment, he simply stared.
"…Who are you?" he murmured.
He bent down and carefully picked up the baby. The child didn't cry. Instead, it calmly looked at Ram and gently held his finger.
Something about it felt… different.
Without saying anything more, Ram carried the child back to the army camp.
At the camp, soldiers began whispering among themselves.
"Where did that baby come from?"
"This is a battlefield… how is that even possible?"
Ignoring them, Ram walked straight to Shiva Sai.
Shiva Sai looked at the child, then at Ram.
"Whose child is this?" he asked.
Ram replied honestly,
"I don't know."
For a moment, there was silence.
Then Shiva Sai stepped forward and lifted the baby into his arms.
Suddenly… the child smiled.
It was the first sign of emotion.
Shiva Sai watched carefully. His sharp eyes didn't miss anything. There was something unusual about this child—something he couldn't ignore.
For a brief moment, his expression softened as he gently held the baby.
Ram looked at him and asked,
"What should we do with him?"
Shiva Sai answered calmly,
"We will raise him."
Ram didn't say anything, but his eyes remained on the child.
Later that night, while everyone else rested, Shiva Sai stood alone, looking at the baby.
His expression turned serious.
"This child… is not normal."
A faint memory crossed his mind—someone from the past.
Ram's mother.
"…Is this connected to her?" he thought.
The baby's eyes opened slightly… a faint, almost invisible glow appearing within them.
Only Shiva Sai noticed.
On a battlefield filled with death…
a child with no past had entered their lives.
And from that moment on…
nothing would ever be the same.