The room fell silent again.
The wind was gone.
Everything felt normal…
But nothing was the same.
Ram stood still, his eyes on the child.
That strange feeling still hadn't left him.
He looked at his father once more.
"…What are we going to do with him?"
Shiva Sai didn't hesitate this time.
"You will take care of him."
Ram blinked.
"…Me?"
Shiva Sai nodded.
"Yes."
His voice was calm.
But firm.
Ram looked back at the baby.
The child stared at him again.
Silent.
Watching.
For a moment…
Ram said nothing.
Then—
"…Fine."
Shiva Sai raised an eyebrow.
"That was fast."
Ram exhaled slowly.
"I don't understand him."
He paused.
"But… I won't let anything happen to him."
Shiva Sai gave a small smile.
"That's enough."
The baby closed his eyes.
As if the decision had already been made long ago.
Time passed.
Days became months.
Months became years.
Five years later…
The training ground echoed with the sound of impact.
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
A small figure stood in the center.
Only five years old.
But his presence…
Was not that of a child.
Karna.
His expression was cold.
Focused.
His movements were sharp.
Precise.
Too precise.
"Again," Ram said.
Standing in front of him.
Watching closely.
Karna didn't reply.
He moved again.
Faster this time.
Thud!
His strike landed perfectly.
Ram's eyes narrowed slightly.
"…Not bad."
Karna looked up at him.
No smile.
No excitement.
Only calm.
Other soldiers watched from a distance.
Whispering.
"That kid… he's not normal."
"Five years old?"
"No way…"
Ram heard them.
But said nothing.
Karna turned his head slightly.
Looking at the sky.
For a second…
His eyes changed.
Just slightly.
Ram noticed.
"…What did you see?"
Karna didn't answer.
The air around them felt strange.
Just for a moment.
Then—
It disappeared.
Far away…
Someone smiled.
Back at the training ground—
Ram looked at Karna again.
Now he was sure.
This child…
Was growing into something dangerous.