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Legacy of the fallen
Chapter 11
Aksh, as he looked towards the academy, noticed something strange—something flying in their direction from the academy. As it came closer, he realized—it wasn't a thing, but a person...
A girl around Aksh's age was flying on a strange, inverted wizard hat.
She wore a baby pink shirt, a black blazer, and formal black pants. The words "Mahakal Academy of Divine Combat" were emblazoned across her blazer.
The girl had pear-green curly hair, emerald-like eyes, and round eyebrows. As she reached them, she pleaded to Arihant in a hurry,
"Captain, come quickly! They have done it this time. Principal is so mad that she has confined them to the prison cell, and they're still not telling us what exactly happened. And Shreya is also seriously injured and unconscious in the treatment cell!"
Arihant sighed and said, "I go out for a few days, and those brats cause so much trouble. Let's go."
He looked toward Aksh and said, "It's time to meet your classmates and seniors, Aksh. Follow me."
"Oooh, so you're the new member of our team? Hello! My name is Avni," she greeted Aksh, leaning forward with a light smile. "Since we're the same age, you can just call me by my name."
Aksh took a step back, his expression cold. "I'm Aksh," he replied simply.
"Greetings come later. We need to deal with those brats first. They dared to cause trouble while I was away—hehehe—they'll never know what's coming for them," Arihant cracked his knuckles, a devilish smile spreading across his face.
He snapped his fingers and, in a calm voice, said, "Kalasanchara." In an instant, all of them vanished into thin air.
IN THE PRISON CELL
Four kids of different ages sat inside a prison, while a man stood outside, watching them. He looked anything but ordinary—with a short beard, standing over six feet tall, with a muscular build, an eyepatch covering one eye, and a long scar running beneath it. His arms were covered in scars, and his short espresso-colored hair added to his intimidating presence.
With a booming voice, the man demanded, "Are you still not going to say anything? Don't make this matter more complicated."
One of the kids inside the cell finally spoke, calm but defiant, "We will only talk to our captain."
The man snapped, his expression twisting with anger. His voice grew even louder as he shouted, "If you won't speak, then I'll have no choice but to resort to other methods!"
"Now, now... who gave you the right to resort to your so-called methods, Captain Arjun—especially when these kids aren't even under your command?" A calm but sharp voice echoed from behind.
All four kids in the prison cell immediately stood up. A spark of life returned to their eyes as they shouted in unison, "We greet Captain Arihant!"
Captain Arjun turned with an annoyed expression. "Since you weren't here—and your kids, like always, were out causing trouble left and right just like you— I was only trying to discipline them so they don't become unruly like you, but I think it can't be helped anymore," he replied, clearly irritated.
"Since I'm here, you don't need to do that anymore. Scram, shoo shoo," Arihant said, pulling one of his usual clown faces—faces that could irritate even the calmest person in the world.
"If I stay here any longer, I might actually grow grey hairs holding in my anger," Arjun muttered, storming out and slamming the door shut with a loud BAM.
"You're already old and in your 50s anyway," Arihant called out mockingly, loud enough to be heard over the fading echo of Arjun's furious footsteps.
The kids in the cell giggled quietly.
"Who gave you brats permission to laugh?" Arihant snapped, though the smirk on his face betrayed his amusement. "I'll ask about what happened later. First—meet your new teammate."
He stepped aside, giving Aksh room to enter. All eyes turned to him.
Aksh stood tall, his expression unreadable, his voice calm and cold. "I'm Aksh."
All the students in the cell were wearing the same uniform Aksh had seen earlier—black blazers with the crest of Mahakal Academy of Divine Combat embroidered in gold.
The group in the cell began introducing themselves.
A girl stepped forward confidently. "Hello, I'm Ayesha. I'm in the third year and your senior at the academy—so you should call me Senior or Ayesha Ma'am, got it?"
She had long, straight black hair with neat bangs resting above her brows, and pitch-black eyes glared with pride. Her figure was... noticeable, with her shirt buttons straining under pressure, seemingly holding on for dear life.
Another student stepped forward, raising a hand casually.
"You can call me Tushar. I'm in second year, and yeah, technically your senior—but no need for formalities, dude."
Tushar didn't look like someone you'd expect to see at a prestigious Academy of Divine Combat. He was unnaturally large, with round cheeks that puffed out like steamed buns and a belly that stretched the fabric of his uniform. His short grey hair gave him an oddly mature look—like a grandpa who never stopped snacking. In one hand, he casually held a packet of chips, crunching away as he talked.
The next one stepped forward, adjusting his glasses with a single finger.
"The name's Aman. I'm in the same class as Tushar—and don't you dare call me by my name casually." He looked down at Aksh, voice sharp and commanding. "Now that you're part of our team and living with us, always keep your room clean and speak formally when addressing me. Understood?"
Aman was definitely one of a kind. Even while sitting in a prison cell, his uniform was neatly ironed, not a single wrinkle in sight. His long black hair was tied neatly in a ponytail, and with every word, he made sure to adjust his glasses like some self-declared emperor of discipline.
"Hey Rudra, introduce yourself. You're the only one left now," Aman said sharply, clearly irritated.
Lying in the back of the cell like he had no care in the world, Rudra didn't even flinch. His academy blazer was spread out beneath him like a cheap yoga mat, half of his shirt untucked, messy blonde hair covering his eyes. One elbow propped up his head, the other hand casually scratched his butt.
"And stop doing these unsightly things in front of the captain!" Aman's voice rose, eyebrows twitching in pure rage.
Rudra let out a long yawn and mumbled, "M'name's Rudra… fourth year…call me whatever you want, I'm joust swo sweepy rai.. nooow (I am just so sleepy right now).."
Aman looked like he was about to explode. "This is not how you present yourself! And what's with the blatant disrespect for the uniform? You're our senior—you should be setting an example, not making a mockery of it!"
Rudra let out a long sigh and replied casually, "Since you're such a stickler for rules… mind explaining why you're in this prison cell with us, hmm?"
"Alright, alright, since you've all introduced yourselves, let me do it again," Jasmine said with a sigh. "I'm Jasmine, the vice-captain of this group. And one more thing—our group has a name, a peculiar one, chosen by our lovely captain..." She rolled her eyes clearly not wanting to say that name out loud.
"The Mad Dogs."
"So, what do you think of the Mad Dogs you're going to be part of, Aksh? We're a rather weird group, aren't we?" Avni asked, still casually seated on her floating hat.
"I don't know. You all seem normal to me," Aksh replied, his expression as unreadable as ever.
A moment of silence followed. Everyone turned to look at Aksh—even Rudra lifted his head, eyeing him curiously.
Then, with a lazy grin, Rudra mumbled, "Heh... So we got another weirdo in the gang."
"Since you all know each other now, explain what happened—and why Shreya is injured," Arihant said, folding his arms.
Everyone's expression shifted instantly. The light mood vanished. Even Rudra sat up straight, and the atmosphere grew tense.
Ayesha stepped forward, her voice steady but laced with anger. "Two days ago, on the weekend, we all went to the city for a party... but then those bastards from the Immortal Academy showed up." Her fists clenched tightly, knuckles turning white as fury rose in her eyes.
"They started by mocking us," Ayesha said, her voice trembling slightly. "Called us peasants from a no-name academy. When Shreya stood up to defend the academy's honour, they challenged her to a duel—pure combat, no Tejas."
Her fists tightened, and her tone darkened. "She accepted. But that bastard from the Immortal Academy... he kept aiming for the wrong places—deliberately. Shreya got furious, and when she started overwhelming him—he broke the rules. He unleashed his Tejas."
Ayesha's voice cracked. A tear slipped down her cheek as she whispered, "He blasted her—full Tejas—right to the face. It... disfigured her. She's still unconscious... and badly hurt."