The Last Rudra - Chapter 154

All the twatvajivis exploded with an ear-splitting boom. Under the sammohan curse, lightning, fire,water, and ether churned together to form a giant tornado. The entire arena shook as a giant fissure ran like a serpent across it.

The crowd watched, mouths agape with incredulity. The seemingly unbreakable prison had been shattered so easily.

Guha couldn’t help but pinch his fellow apprentice to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. And he wasn’t because the guy cried out with pain, throwing a dagger look at him.

Guha couldn’t help but pinch his fellow apprentice to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. And he wasn’t because the guy cried out with pain, throwing a dagger look at him.

Since when did his friend become so powerful? Though Guha had never witnessed two apprentices fighting, he was sure their fight wouldn’t be too  different from this.

He felt a need to advise his friend on this matter. Or if he continued going like this no decent girl would garland him at her swayamvar.

As if it was not enough, all of a sudden, Ishit vanished from his place with the furious tornado on his tail.

Layla’s face fell as she took out a golden coin. The coin  swiftly expanded into a shield  with a face embossed on its shining surface. From the snake-like hair wiggling out of the fierce looking man’s head, Guha knew it was Itur’s shield, another two star astra.

The shield covered the girls from head to toe, giving off a powerful aura. However, it didn’t deter Ishit.

Kalnemi, the black sword appeared in his hand. It’s runes shone brightly with the flow of spirit.

Ishit raised it and brought it down with full force.

Clang!

The two astras collided. Kalnemi sliced the shield, giving the crowd the second shock of the day.

Layla cried out, fear written all over her charming face. She must have wanted to surrender, but Ishit didn’t give her a chance. His cruel fist landed on her belly, knocking the air out of her lungs.

Ishit didn’t stop there. He twisted her both legs and threw her away on the earth.

Ishit knew the world would despise his actions, for attacking a woman was not an honorable act in wielders ‘ eyes, unless it was necessary.

Sure enough, as soon as the audience saw the Okalian girl convulsing in pain, laying in the rubble, they began to curse Ishit.

Even Oman sighed, he didn’t approve of the lad’s action.

“Why are you sighing? ” Padma snapped at him.

“Nothing! ” Oman hurriedly  hid away his emotions. He knew better than to despise Ishit’s action before Padma. She had been acting up on every tidbit since last night. Oman didn’t blame her, for no mother would want to leave her only son behind. More so when she knew she might never see him again.

“Don’t you dare to chide him, Oman. He didn’t do anything wrong. A foe has no gender.” Padma glared at him.

“I know that, my lady.” Oman replied. Only if it was so simple. He thought to himself.

He swept his glance over the excited crowd. Everyone was despising the boy’s unnecessary act.

How hypocritic the world was! You could rape an innocent girl, but you couldn’t beat her in a fair duel.

Of course, he wouldn’t teach such idiotic idologies to the boy. The lad needed to be decisive. Southerners always treated their enemies equally.

“You’d better.” said Padma.

*****

Ishit didn’t care about others’ opinions. As soon as the crier announced his victory he walked out of the arena without sparing any glance towards the moaning girl.

Ishit didn’t join Karuvaki in the auditorium. The event had lost its purpose for him. If his father hadn’t insisted on him going on with his matches, he wouldn’t have even come to watch.

So after changing his clothes in the retiring chamber made for participants. He left for the smithy. His goal was simple: he would train there and teach Viswa as part of their deal.

Opposite to Ishit’s concern, the master smith proved a great help. He had corrected his basic flaws, and shared his invaluable experience with him. His Kalnemi sword was their joint project. The reason Kalenemi could change its shape  was all because of him. If he hadn’t shared his in depth research with him, he could have never infused the astra’s sentience into each grain.

This made Ishit’s question about his opinion about the man. He couldn’t understand what made his father hate Viswa so much.

The old smith had refused to speak about it. And as for his father, he dared not ask about it.

Anyway, he knew his answer already.

The carriage halted with a jerk, bringing Ishit out of his stupor.  Ishit peeked out of the window. It was smithy.

Despite Inna’s event going on, the place was bustling with crowds as ever.

ood was trickling down from them. The emotionless eyes glanced towards the Okalian girl, who had stabilized herself in the air.

Ashen faced,  blood dripping out of the corner of her cherry red lips, she looked so pitiful that ,for a moment, even Guha thought Ishit had gone too far.

He felt a need to advise his friend on this matter. Or if he continued going like this no decent girl would garland him at her swayamvar.

As if it was not enough, all of a sudden, Ishit vanished from his place with the furious tornado on his tail.

Layla’s face fell as she took out a golden coin. The coin  swiftly expanded into a shield  with a face embossed on its shining surface. From the snake-like hair wiggling out of the fierce looking man’s head, Guha knew it was Itur’s shield, another two star astra.

The shield covered the girls from head to toe, giving off a powerful aura. However, it didn’t deter Ishit.

Kalnemi, the black sword appeared in his hand. It’s runes shone brightly with the flow of spirit.

Ishit raised it and brought it down with full force.

Clang!

The two astras collided. Kalnemi sliced the shield, giving the crowd the second shock of the day.

Layla cried out, fear written all over her charming face. She must have wanted to surrender, but Ishit didn’t give her a chance. His cruel fist landed on her belly, knocking the air out of her lungs.

Ishit didn’t stop there. He twisted her both legs and threw her away on the earth.

Ishit knew the world would despise his actions, for attacking a woman was not an honorable act in wielders ‘ eyes, unless it was necessary.

Sure enough, as soon as the audience saw the Okalian girl convulsing in pain, laying in the rubble, they began to curse Ishit.

Even Oman sighed, he didn’t approve of the lad’s action.

“Why are you sighing? ” Padma snapped at him.

“Nothing! ” Oman hurriedly  hid away his emotions. He knew better than to despise Ishit’s action before Padma. She had been acting up on every tidbit since last night. Oman didn’t blame her, for no mother would want to leave her only son behind. More so when she knew she might never see him again.

“Don’t you dare to chide him, Oman. He didn’t do anything wrong. A foe has no gender.” Padma glared at him.

“I know that, my lady.” Oman replied. Only if it was so simple. He thought to himself.

He swept his glance over the excited crowd. Everyone was despising the boy’s unnecessary act.

How hypocritic the world was! You could rape an innocent girl, but you couldn’t beat her in a fair duel.

Of course, he wouldn’t teach such idiotic idologies to the boy. The lad needed to be decisive. Southerners always treated their enemies equally.

“You’d better.” said Padma.

*****

Ishit didn’t care about others’ opinions. As soon as the crier announced his victory he walked out of the arena without sparing any glance towards the moaning girl.

Ishit didn’t join Karuvaki in the auditorium. The event had lost its purpose for him. If his father hadn’t insisted on him going on with his matches, he wouldn’t have even come to watch.

So after changing his clothes in the retiring chamber made for participants. He left for the smithy. His goal was simple: he would train there and teach Viswa as part of their deal.

Opposite to Ishit’s concern, the master smith proved a great help. He had corrected his basic flaws, and shared his invaluable experience with him. His Kalnemi sword was their joint project. The reason Kalenemi could change its shape  was all because of him. If he hadn’t shared his in depth research with him, he could have never infused the astra’s sentience into each grain.

This made Ishit’s question about his opinion about the man. He couldn’t understand what made his father hate Viswa so much.

The old smith had refused to speak about it. And as for his father, he dared not ask about it.

Anyway, he knew his answer already.

The carriage halted with a jerk, bringing Ishit out of his stupor.  Ishit peeked out of the window. It was smithy.

Despite Inna’s event going on, the place was bustling with crowds as ever.