THE JOINT TRAINING DAY
The long-awaited joint training day had finally arrived. Both duos were buzzing with excitement, muscles ready, energy high.
Malak waved, grinning. "Yo! What's up!!"
Keshav smirked. "Hello, how are you two? You'd better rest first — because after today, you won't even be able to move."
Malak chuckled. "Yeah, yeah. We're good… just tired. Let us grab a nap first — then we'll show you who's boss."
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THE REMATCH
After their nap, Nikhil and Keshav set up a sparring event — a friendly rematch between the two teams.
Malak's eyes gleamed with excitement. "Finally, some action!"
The match began.
Energy clashed like thunder. Nikhil and Keshav dominated early with precise, focused attacks — their aura control razor sharp from weeks of training. Malak and Shivam fought back fiercely, their movements wild and powerful. The ground trembled beneath them, the shockwaves splitting the earth and sending clouds of dust skyward.
When the smoke cleared, all four lay flat on the ground — exhausted, smiling, and bruised.
Rankoji laughed heartily. "Ha! A tie! Looks like all of you have outdone yourselves!"
After the battle, they returned to their training routines — Malak and Shivam focusing on meditation and energy control, while Keshav and Nikhil continued their relentless weight and endurance training. Occasionally, they sparred for fun, pushing each other to new limits.
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THE DAY OF DEPARTURE – GOD REALM
Master Kiyoto stood beside the portal platform, his expression a blend of pride and concern.
"Finally," he said, "the day has come for two of you to journey into the God Realm. Rankoji, take care of those kids."
Rankoji puffed his chest dramatically. "Master! You wound me. Of course I'll take care of them. Don't you trust me?"
Kiyoto sighed, smiling faintly. "Alright, alright. I trust you. Now stop whining and get going."
Rankoji grinned. "Yes, Master!"
A circular, glowing portal opened — like a divine elevator rising from the ground. Rankoji, Malak, and Shivam stepped in.
Keshav and Nikhil called out, "We'll grow stronger and defeat you next time! Mark our words!"
Malak smiled confidently. "I'll be waiting."
The portal shimmered, humming with divine energy, and in a flash — it vanished, carrying with it hope, excitement, and a promise of destiny.
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SCENE CHANGE — THE DARK REALM
A low, twisted laughter echoed through the shadows.
"Ha… Ha… Ha… Hee!"
A cloaked figure stood before a throne of bones. "Sir Louisel," he hissed, "you really want me to kill two mere brats? They'll be crushed before they even see me."
From the darkness, Louisel's voice emerged, smooth and menacing.
"Do not underestimate them, Namilel. They are more powerful than they appear. But I trust you will not fail me. Remember — do not shatter my faith in you… or you know what happens."
Namilel's grin widened, his voice turning feral.
"Yes, my lord. I won't disappoint you."
Then, under his breath, he muttered with a manic laugh,
"I'm coming for you, little demons… better be ready. Because when I arrive—"
he raised his hand, summoning a crimson aura that devoured the darkness—
"you'll already be dead."
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ARRIVAL AT THE GOD REALM
Light. Pure, blinding light.
When the portal opened, Malak and Shivam stepped into a realm so breathtaking that both stood speechless.
The God Realm stretched endlessly — lush green mountains, golden plains, and rivers cascading down from silver cliffs. The air shimmered with divine particles; the sound of waterfalls mixed with a soft, heavenly melody. The sky itself was split — one half blazing day, the other a calm night, both coexisting in perfect balance.
Malak whispered, "This place… it's unreal."
The winds danced through the grass, cool and soothing, while far above, both sun and moon hung together, their light blending into an otherworldly twilight.
As they explored, they noticed something unusual — almost everyone around them was female.
Shivam blinked. "Uh… Master? Why is everyone here a woman?"
Before Rankoji could answer, the women noticed the trio. Gasps filled the air. Then — chaos.
"Men! Real men!" they shouted, rushing toward them.
Malak and Shivam's eyes widened in panic as they were surrounded. The women treated them like precious treasures — pampering, bathing, and… well, let's just say there was a lot of blushing and ahem "refreshment."
By the end, the two demons were more alive and energized than ever.
Rankoji just smirked. "Welcome to the God Realm, boys."
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SCENE CHANGE – THE FESTIVAL OF EXPOSITION
Later, the trio attended the grand festival known as "Exposition" — where gods from different realms gathered to showcase their divine power.
Malak groaned. "Festivals like these bore me. I'll wander around, maybe buy something interesting."
Rankoji waved him off. "Go ahead. Shivam and I will attend the event."
As Rankoji and Shivam walked through the divine plaza, a mocking voice called out:
"Well, well, if it isn't Rankoji! Still alive, old friend?"
Rankoji turned. "Gilbert."
Gilbert smirked, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "You look as weak as ever. And that boy beside you — he looks even weaker."
Rankoji laughed softly. "Weak, am I? Should I remind you of the scars I left on your body? And as for my student — his name is Shivam. If you doubt him, why not test your luck? Let your son fight him."
Gilbert grinned wide. "Gladly. My son Lesmond will crush your little worm of a student."
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THE MATCH BEGINS
The announcer's voice boomed across the arena.
"Ladies and gentlemen! Presenting the mightiest, the ruthless — Lesmond!"
The crowd roared wildly.
"And facing him — the student of Master Rankoji… Shivam!"
The cheers turned to jeers.
"Get out of here, weakling!" "You'll never beat Lesmond!"
Shivam stood still, unfazed, his eyes calm and emotionless.
The bell rang.
Lesmond charged like lightning, his attacks fast and brutal. For a moment, Shivam seemed overpowered — until his aura darkened.
A black mist spread across the arena.
"Summon…" Shivam whispered, drawing his blade — an ancient, curved sword glowing with shadow. "Koita."
The sky above twisted into darkness. Thunder rumbled.
"My shadow army," Shivam said coldly, "is unstoppable. I hope you survive this."
Figures began emerging from the shadows — phantom warriors surrounding Lesmond. The crowd gasped, trembling under the crushing aura.
Rankoji smirked from the stands. "That's my student, Gilbert. Cold, ruthless, and terrifying. I hope your son survives the march of his army."
Gilbert's grin faltered. For the first time — fear flickered in his eyes.