Hello… my name is Sai.
Most of you already know me — or at least, you think you do. You've seen my battles, my powers, the way I fight and survive. You've seen what I've become.
But there is one part of my life… a part I've never truly spoken about.
A person… who shaped everything I am today.
Someone… none of you know.
My father.
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I don't remember everything about him.
Only fragments. Broken memories. Moments that feel real… yet distant, like a dream I can't fully reach.
But one thing I know for sure—
He was not an ordinary man.
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When I was five years old, my powers first awakened.
It wasn't like the stories you hear… no sudden control, no heroic moment. It was chaos.
Pure, uncontrollable chaos.
Energy would burst out of me without warning. The air around me would distort, objects would break, and sometimes… even I couldn't breathe properly.
I was terrified.
I didn't understand what was happening to me.
But my father did.
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Unlike me, he was calm.
Always calm.
While I panicked, while my power went out of control… he simply watched.
Not with fear.
Not with confusion.
But with understanding.
Because… he had powers too.
Not just any powers.
My father had the ability to shape reality itself.
He could create… anything.
Not illusions. Not tricks.
Real things.
From nothing.
I didn't understand it back then, but now… I realize how terrifying that ability truly was.
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For two years, he stayed by my side.
Training me.
Guiding me.
Helping me control what I couldn't even comprehend.
He never raised his voice. Never showed frustration.
No matter how many times I failed… he was there.
Until I turned seven.
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That night…
Everything changed.
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I remember waking up suddenly.
There was a sound.
Not loud… but strange enough to pull me out of sleep.
The house felt different.
Quiet… but heavy.
I stepped outside my room slowly.
My mother was asleep.
Peaceful. Unaware.
But my father…
He was awake.
Sitting across from someone.
A man I had never seen before.
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Something felt wrong.
The air itself felt tense.
My father… looked different.
For the first time in my life…
He looked uneasy.
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I hid behind the wall, watching them.
Trying to understand what was happening.
But before I could hear anything clearly… my eyes caught something else.
Something I had never noticed before.
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On my father's hand…
There was a mark.
Clear.
Sharp.
Unmistakable.
Number 3.
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And on the other man's hand…
Another mark.
Number 6.
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I didn't know what it meant.
I didn't understand why it mattered.
But something inside me told me…
This wasn't normal.
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Before I could step forward…
Before I could ask anything…
My father noticed me.
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His expression changed instantly.
That tension… disappeared.
He walked toward me calmly.
Placed his hand on my head.
And gently said—
"Go back to sleep."
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I didn't argue.
I don't know why… but I listened.
That was the last time I saw him.
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The next morning…
He was gone.
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I asked my mother where he was.
She smiled.
A soft, reassuring smile.
And said—
"He's gone for work. He'll be back soon."
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I believed her.
Of course I did.
I was just a child.
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Days passed.
Then weeks.
Weeks turned into months.
Months turned into years.
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But he never came back.
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At first, I waited.
Every day.
Every night.
Thinking… maybe today.
Maybe tomorrow.
Maybe the next day.
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But time doesn't stop for anyone.
Even hope… starts to fade.
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Whenever I asked my mother about him…
She avoided the question.
Changed the topic.
Or simply told me to focus on my training.
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Something was wrong.
I knew it.
But I had no answers.
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Until one day…
Everything changed.
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I don't remember what triggered it.
Maybe it was frustration.
Maybe it was pain.
Or maybe… I just couldn't hold it in anymore.
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I broke down.
For the first time in years… I cried.
Not because I was weak.
But because I didn't understand.
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Why did he leave?
Why didn't he come back?
Didn't he care?
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That day…
My mother finally told me the truth.
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My father…
Was not just a powerful man.
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He was one of the strongest beings in the world.
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There are seven individuals…
Known across hidden circles…
Feared… respected… and untouchable.
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They are called—
The Seven Conquerors.
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Each one possesses power beyond imagination.
Each one stands at the top of the world.
Unchallenged.
Unmatched.
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And my father…
Was one of them.
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Conqueror No. 3.
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I couldn't believe it.
The man who trained me…
The man who smiled so calmly…
Was one of the most powerful beings in existence.
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But that wasn't the end of the truth.
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There was something else.
Something darker.
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There exists an organization.
Hidden from the world.
Operating in silence.
Watching everything.
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They hunt beings known as "Avtaran."
Beings born with extraordinary abilities.
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But they don't just capture them.
They experiment on them.
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They forcefully extract their powers…
And try to implant them into humans.
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Most fail.
Many die.
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Because of them…
Countless Avtaran have lost their lives.
And some…
Are on the verge of extinction.
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My father…
Didn't leave for no reason.
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He went on a mission.
A secret mission.
To stop them.
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To fight something far bigger than himself.
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That day…
My feelings changed.
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I was still hurt.
Still angry.
Still confused.
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But…
I was also proud.
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My father wasn't someone who ran away.
He was someone who chose to fight.
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Even if it meant leaving everything behind.
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People laughed at me when I told them.
My friends didn't believe me.
They thought it was just a story.
An excuse.
A lie.
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But deep inside…
I always knew the truth.
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He wasn't gone.
He was out there.
Somewhere.
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And one day…
We would meet again.
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Maybe that's why I started this journey.
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Not just to become stronger.
Not just to survive.
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But to find him.
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And now…
There's only one question left.
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If my father was a Conqueror…
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Then what am I destined to become?