Scene: An old Mumbai gym, evening time.
Rain poured outside Mumbai, but inside the gym reeked of sweat and grit. Shiv Chandraavanshi hammered an old sandbag. Each punch echoed through the room.
Shiv (in his mind): "998... 999... and one thousand!"
His final hit split the bag clean open—sand spilling everywhere. Shiv panted hard, steam rising off his skin.
Coach (stunned): "Shiv! Third bag this week. Learn control, or I'll go bankrupt!"
Shiv peeled off his sweat-soaked T-shirt. A strange birthmark on his shoulder glowed faintly.
Shiv: "Sorry coach, but when I train, something boils inside me. Like a sleeping fire waking up."
Coach: "That's not fire, kid—it's 'chakra'. But remember: raw power without technique just brings destruction."
The gym door slammed open. Three men in black suits entered, clutching a folder stamped 'Viraat Martial Arts Academy'.
Stranger: "Shiv Chandraavanshi here? Word is the last heir of the Chandraavanshi clan lives."
Shiv turned slowly, eyes gleaming oddly.
Shiv: "Stop searching. That's me. What do you want?"
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The suited man approached. His stride had a martial artist's rhythm. He removed his glasses, eyeing Shiv's glowing birthmark closely.
Stranger: "Rumors true then. Shiv, I'm Vikram, recruiter for Viraat Martial Arts Academy. You come with us."
Shiv unwrapped his hand bandages coolly.
Shiv: "And if I refuse?"
Vikram smirked—no warmth in his eyes. "Not a request. The blood in your veins belongs to the nation. Come honorably, or we force you."
The gym chilled. Coach backed away, spotting faint blue aura from Vikram's body.
Coach (trembling): "Shiv! Don't... he's got awakened 'chakra' power!"
Shiv: "You said it yourself, coach—suppress fire and it flares brighter."
Shiv breathed deep. For the first time, he let that inner boil surge out. The floor cracked under his feet.
Vikram (shocked): "Such chakra density without training? Impossible!"
Vikram unleashed a lightning-fast roundhouse kick—air whooshing sharply. Shiv stood firm, raising his left hand. He stopped it cold, like swatting a toy.
Shiv: "Name's Shiv... and forcing me? Not happening."
Chapter 1 (Continued): Echoes of Legacy
Vikram brushed dust from his coat, shaking out his numbed wrist.
Vikram: "Impressive. True blood of Aryaman Chandraavanshi flows in you—fearless power."
Shiv: "My father's name... how'd you know? What's this academy?"
Vikram pulled a digital card. A holographic screen flickered up, listing the world's top 10 academies:
Aegis Prime (USA)
The Rising Sun (Japan)
L'Honneur (France)
...
Viraat Academy (India)
Vikram: "This is VAMA—Viraat Academy. India's #1, world's #9. When your father lived, we hit top 3. After him, we slipped to 10th—but rising back. He enrolled you at birth. That's how we found you."