As the training session came to an end, Veer sat quietly near a small pond, the sound of water gently rippling as he washed his still-bleeding hands. He gazed at his reflection—his new face was not only handsome but radiant, glowing subtly like sun-kissed gold.
"Damn… I was good-looking before, but this is next level," he muttered, half amused, half awed.
Just then, a sharp pain tore through his head. His mind exploded with unfamiliar yet vivid memories. He saw another life, another identity—Veer, second son of a royal bloodline from the mighty Sun Clan, the younger brother of the crown prince. These weren't just flashes—they were full, emotional downloads. His chest tightened with the rush.
The memory played back a recent event: a fierce match during a youth competition. Veer was up against Rudra, the top trainee from the Garuda Clan. In the midst of combat, Rudra unleashed **Internal Fire Energy**, a forbidden technique in training. Veer had dodged the main blow but still took a direct hit to the forehead, knocking him out cold. Rudra had been disqualified for violating the rules.
But something about this world struck Veer differently—it wasn't Murim. It was ancient, disciplined, and had the regal presence of a Vedic civilization. There were classes, codes, and sacred customs. The Sun Clan, as he now knew, was known for their legendary pain resistance and rapid healing.
As he processed this, someone approached him from behind.
"Brother, you fought well. If Rudra hadn't cheated, you would have crushed him."
Veer turned to see a young man with light brown hair—his cousin, the third son of the king. He searched his mind for a response.
"Thank you, little brother," he replied, choosing words cautiously.
"You sure you're okay?" the cousin asked, peering into Veer's eyes.
"I'm fine," he said with a nod.
"Come, let's eat and sleep on time. Instructor Bheem's beatings aren't a joke."
Later that evening, they returned to their shared quarters. The room was dim, lit by dozens of clay **diyas**—tiny flames floating on soaked cotton wicks. Scrolls and books were scattered across the floor. Intrigued, Veer picked one up and opened to a chapter on **Tratak**—a concentration exercise involving candle-gazing.
He sat in lotus posture and began the practice. Soon, the energy within his **Solar Plexus** stirred, the flame of the diya before him growing intense in his vision. Heat surged through his body. Steam rose from his skin. His wound—the deep scrape on his hand—sealed completely. No scar, no trace.
He flipped through more scrolls, hungry for insight. One passage outlined **chakra meditation**, not just the seven known to his past life—but **twelve** chakras. This was new. A thrill surged through him. Driven by curiosity, he began meditating from the Root Chakra all the way to the Crown, absorbing knowledge at an obsessive pace.
He spent the entire night in silent discipline.
At exactly **3:45 AM**, a bell rang several times, echoing across the training grounds. All trainees dressed in ceremonial white robes, completely covering their bodies. Veer followed suit.
By **4:20 AM**, they were seated beneath a sacred banyan tree. Veer sat in the second line, observing everything with razor-sharp awareness. At **4:30 AM**, the master arrived and began the lecture.
"Today," the teacher said calmly, "we open the *Eye of the Mind*. The *Third Eye* is not just vision—it is perception, wisdom, awakening."
Veer's modern mind buzzed with skepticism. *"Am I gonna see ghosts now?"* he thought.
But as the master taught mantras and mudras, the atmosphere turned reverent. The session lasted one and a half hours. When it ended, each student approached to bow and touch the teacher's feet—an act of respect. Veer, unfamiliar with such gestures, hesitated. But following the others, he did it.
The teacher raised his hand in blessing. A soft **golden light** flowed from his palm as he whispered blessings upon each disciple. Veer felt a warm vibration settle into his chest.
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That evening, the atmosphere in the training ground was electric. It was the final day of the youth competition. Veer stood at the edge, watching teens clash in duels that could rival full-grown warriors.
"These kids could take on ten men from Earth," he muttered.
Behind him, a tall trainee—nearly 6 feet—grumbled, "Veer… Rudra's punishment got reduced. Just a one-day lockdown. Unbelievable. They're abusing their power. I swear, if I were you, I wouldn't have stayed calm."
Veer didn't respond, but deep inside, a fire ignited. *Rudra…*
Suddenly, Instructor Bheem's voice boomed across the ground: "Veer! Step forward!"
A chill ran down his spine, but then… calm. The **root chakra** training had worked. His thoughts were clear. His mind was quiet.
He stepped into the arena.
His opponent: **Raj**, a sharp-eyed Garuda Clan trainee.
The bell rang.
Raj attacked first, slashing downward. Veer blocked the blow with his shield and countered—fast and calculated. Using Raj's own force against him, he flipped his sword aside, kicked his knee, and landed a powerful elbow strike to the jaw.
Gasps echoed through the crowd. It was within the rules—but none expected Veer to move with such ferocity and precision.
Veer stood tall.
He had won.
Later that night, the reward ceremony took place. Some trainees received herbs, others received ancient scrolls.
Veer—and a Sun Clan trainee named **Akash**—received something greater: **personal swords blessed by Dev Energy**.
Their blades shimmered with a soft golden glow under the moonlight.
And so, Veer's journey into the ancient Vedic world—filled with power, discipline, and divine mystery—had truly begun.