Ritsuka sat in the back seat of the family car, staring out the window. He had no idea what he was being brought to in India.
Seated next to him were Gudako and Touko. The twins pressed their faces to the glass, taking in the endless green hills and rolling fields of the countryside.
As the car passed through a tunnel, a strange tingling sensation ran through their bodies.
Ritsuka blinked. "What… was that?"
Masaru's hands gripped the steering wheel a little tighter. "A bounded field. Most of the villagers here are mages."
He paused, glancing at Tomiko. "…Or Dead Apostles."
Touko raised an eyebrow. "You allow… Dead Apostles to live in your village?"
Tomiko smiled faintly. "They're harmless. My family keeps them in check with Sun Mage Craft. The village donates blood for them to drink, and everyone stays alive and reasonably sane."
Ritsuka's eyes widened. '…This is going to be interesting.'
Gudako leaned over him, whispering. "Wait… blood donations? Sounds fun."
Ritsuka groaned internally. 'Yeah, that's my sister… we're doomed.'
The car exited the tunnel, sunlight spilling over the lush valley. Small clusters of traditional homes peeked out between the hills, and smoke spiraled from chimneys. Villagers moved about, some walking with a grace that betrayed their magical training, others with faintly glowing marks on their skin.
Masaru muttered, "Stay alert. Even harmless mages get curious about newcomers. Especially… you."
Ritsuka gripped the edge of his seat, half-excited, half-dreading whatever awaited him. 'Yep, no relaxing vacation here.'
Another car pulled up, and out stepped Olga and Trisha.
Ritsuka waved at Olga, who waved back with a bright smile.
They both glanced at a house nearby. Trisha checked the address carefully. "That's Romani's place."
Ritsuka's eyes drifted further, spotting a modern Indian-style house perched just beyond the greenery.
Tomiko nudged him gently. "That's where your grandparents stay—and where we'll be staying too."
Masaru muttered under his breath, shifting nervously. "Oh boy… can't wait to meet your brother again."
Ritsuka tilted his head, a small smirk forming. '…Yeah, this is going to be interesting.'
Gudako leaned forward from the car seat, bouncing slightly. "Do you think they have snacks? Or like… magical snacks?"
Touko just sighed, rubbing her temple. 'I'm already regretting agreeing to this trip.'
They arrived at the house.
Tomiko knocked at the door, and it swung open to reveal a man with shoulder-length black hair and striking red eyes. A tattoo snaked along his neck.
His eyes lit up when he saw Tomiko. "Bahan!"
He stepped forward and embraced her. "Aakhirakaar tum aa hee gae! Mammee-paapa tumhaare aane ka intazaar kar rahe the. Tumhen fon kar dena chaahie tha."
(You finally arrived! Mom and Dad have been wondering when you would come. You should have called.)
Tomiko laughed warmly, returning the hug. "Aar, tumhaaree bahut yaad aaee, lekin chalo koee baat nahin. Aakhirakaar ham yahaan pahunch hee gae."
(Missed you a lot, R, but hey, we're finally here.)
She added, pointing to the kids, "Saath hee, mere bachche abhee Hindi seekh rahe hain, isalie unake aasapaas jitana ho sake, Japanese bhaasha ka prayog karen."
(Also, my kids are still learning Hindi, so please use Japanese around them as much as possible.)
R looked at her with a small nod. "Ok."
R noticed the kids staring at him, amusement flickering across his face. He crouched slightly so he was closer to their eye level, his grin widening.
"Tum dono Ritsuka aur Gudako hi ho na? Tomiko ne tum dono ke baare mein mujhe sab kuchh bataaya hai."
(You two must be Ritsuka and Gudako, right? Tomiko has told me everything about you both.)
He tapped his own chest with his thumb. "Mujhe R kaho. Ye mera nickname hai, bachchon."
(Call me R. That's my nickname, kids.)
Gudako's brain immediately blue-screened.
She stared at him, eyes unfocused, mouth slightly open, clearly trying—and failing—to process the sudden Hindi info dump.
"…Eh?"
Touko glanced down at her, deadpan. "She's gone."
Ritsuka, meanwhile, had caught half of it. Enough, at least, to piece things together. He straightened a bit and gave a polite nod.
"You're… Mother's brother. Uncle… R," he said carefully, testing the words.
R laughed, genuinely pleased. "Haan. Bilkul."
(Yes. Exactly.)
He ruffled Ritsuka's hair without warning. "Tum samajhdaar ho. Gudako… thoda time legi."
(You're sharp. Gudako… she'll need some time.)
Gudako finally rebooted. "WHY DID HE CAST A SPELL WITH HIS MOUTH—"
Tomiko sighed fondly. "Welcome home."
From the inside of the house, a voice called out—older, sharper, carrying authority.
"Tomiko? Kya tum aa gaee ho?"
(Tomiko? Have you arrived?)
R's expression shifted, grin turning sly as he straightened.
"Looks like Mammee heard you. Come on."
Ritsuka felt it then—stronger than before.
The mana density here wasn't just high.
It was watching.
And somewhere beyond the hills, something had already started moving.
The village wasn't just a vacation spot.
The plot had officially clocked in.
They stepped inside the house.
It was cool, airy, and filled with the faint scent of incense and old wood. Before Ritsuka could take in more, footsteps hurried toward them.
An elderly woman appeared first—sharp red eyes like Tomiko's, streaks of silver in her dark hair, wearing a simple sari that somehow radiated authority.
She froze.
Then her face lit up.
"Arre—Tomiko!"
Before anyone could react, Tomiko was already being pulled into a tight hug.
"Tum kitnee patalee ho gaee ho! Aur itna der se kyoon aaee?"
(You've gotten so thin! And why did you come so late?)
Behind her came an older man, taller, broad-shouldered despite his age, his presence heavy with Sun-aspected mana. He looked at Tomiko, nodded once… then his gaze snapped to the kids.
His eyes widened.
"Oh?"
He walked closer, crouching slightly, studying them like priceless artifacts.
"Ye… mere naati-naatiyaan?"
(These… my grandchildren?)
Gudako was already drowning.
She looked between the fast Hindi, the intense staring, and the sudden emotional atmosphere.
"…Ritsuka," she whispered, tugging his sleeve. "Why do I feel like I'm about to be adopted again?"
Ritsuka caught half of it.
Enough to know—
Grandparents.
Very excited.
Very intense.
He bowed instinctively. "N-nice to meet you."
The grandmother gasped.
"Dekho dekho, kitna shaaleen bachcha hai!"
(Look at him, what a well-mannered child!)
She immediately turned to Gudako. "Aur tum—"
Gudako stiffened like a deer in headlights.
"…Hai."
The grandfather laughed, a deep booming sound. "Iska dimaag abhee Hindi pakad raha hai."
(Her brain is still catching Hindi.)
Gudako nodded rapidly. "Yes. Very… buffering."
Touko covered her mouth, shoulders shaking.
Tomiko watched the scene for a few seconds—her parents talking over each other, her kids drowning, Gudako actively short-circuiting—
And finally sighed.
Deeply.
Then, calmly, clearly:
"Mom. Dad."
Both of them paused instantly.
Tomiko bowed her head slightly, smiling, but firm.
"Please… speak in Japanese. My kids are still learning Hindi."
There was a beat.
The grandmother blinked.
The grandfather froze.
R coughed into his hand.
"…Ah."
The grandmother straightened, suddenly embarrassed.
"Ara… sou datta ne."
The grandfather cleared his throat. "Shitsurei shita."
Then, in perfectly accented Japanese:
"Welcome home, Ritsuka. Gudako."
Gudako almost cried in relief.
"Oh thank god, the spell wore off."
Ritsuka relaxed, smiling softly.
The grandmother gently placed her hands on both their heads.
"You must be tired. You've come a long way."
The grandfather nodded.
"This village… and this house… are yours too."
Ritsuka felt it again.
That warmth.
That pull.
This wasn't just family.
This was a place tied to mystery, sun, and something old.
And outside—
Far beyond the village—
A different kind of destiny was starting to wake up.
Kid Krrish was almost on cue.
Back with Ritsuka—
Masaru stepped forward, posture straight, hands at his sides.
"Hello, Mother. Father."
The grandfather looked at him.
Just his name.
"Masaru."
That was it.
Masaru froze like he'd just been hit with a Command Spell.
The old man walked closer, eyes sharp but not unkind. He placed a firm hand on Masaru's shoulder.
"Welcome home," he said evenly. "And there's no need to be so formal. We accepted you into this family a long time ago."
Masaru let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. His shoulders finally relaxed.
Then he muttered, half-deadpan, half-accusatory—
"Tell that to R, who tested me the last two times."
From the doorway, R raised both hands immediately.
"In my defense," he said smoothly, "you did survive."
Gudako blinked. "Survive?"
Touko's grin was razor-sharp. "Oh, this just keeps getting better."
The grandmother sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.
"R…"
R shrugged. "What? Family vetting."
Ritsuka watched the exchange quietly.
He didn't understand every word—but he understood enough.
This wasn't hostility.
This was tradition.
Harsh, sun-forged, mage-family tradition.
And somehow…
Masaru was still standing.
The grandfather chuckled softly.
"You passed. Twice. That's more than most."
Masaru winced. "That's not comforting."
Ritsuka smiled.
This place wasn't just where magic lived.
It was where people were tempered.
And he had a feeling—
Soon, he would be too.
Then came the explanations.
Tomiko gestured toward Touko. "This is Touko Aozaki. A mage. A very… troublesome one."
Touko smiled sweetly. "That's the nicest introduction I've ever gotten."
The grandparents' reactions were immediate.
The grandmother's eyes sharpened the moment she felt Touko's presence.
"Aozaki…"
The grandfather exhaled slowly. "So the rumors were true."
Touko gave a small bow. "I promise I'm on my best behavior. Mostly."
R snorted. "That's what the last one said before blowing up half a courtyard."
"That was one time."
Masaru quietly shifted Gudako a little farther away.
Introductions finished, luggage was carried inside, and before the twins could be dragged into another conversation—
R clapped his hands.
"Rooms. You'll be staying in ours."
"Our?" Gudako echoed.
Tomiko nodded. "Mine and R's. Old room."
The twins were led down the hall.
The door opened.
They blinked.
The layout was identical.
Two beds, placed the same way. Desk by the window. Shelves on the same side. Even the spacing felt right.
Gudako slowly turned in a circle. "…Why does this feel illegal?"
Ritsuka just stared.
In his head, one thought echoed, clear as day.
'This family had two back-to-back generations of twins.'
Gudako pointed at one bed. "So… which one tried to stab the other first?"
Tomiko laughed.
"Both. Repeatedly."
Ritsuka nodded once.
Yeah.
That explained everything.
Back with Touko—
She leaned against a pillar, arms crossed, eyes sharp as she studied Masaru.
"You know," Touko said casually, "I thought you were the one directly connected to Karna."
Masaru snorted. "Nope. I only know Sun Magecraft because I grew up in this village—and because I've known Tomiko since childhood."
Touko's gaze narrowed slightly. "That means…"
He answered before she could finish. "Tomiko is the current head of the Fujimaru family. Not me."
Touko blinked.
Then she straightened.
"That's rare," she said flatly.
Masaru nodded. "It wasn't even a debate."
From behind them, Tomiko's mother spoke, voice calm but absolute.
"Our bloodline follows capability, not pride."
The grandfather added, "Power that burns too bright without restraint destroys itself."
Touko glanced toward the hallway where the twins' room was.
Ritsuka—precise, controlled.
Gudako—explosive, instinctive.
Sun Magecraft in two very different forms.
"…You people are dangerous," Touko muttered.
Tomiko smiled faintly.
"We prefer prepared."
Touko exhaled through her nose.
Yeah.
This wasn't just a mage family.
This was a legacy.
To be continued
Hope people like this ch and give me power stones and enjoy
Also should I add Demeter into Ritsuka Harem
1. Yes
2. No