Chapter 361 - 359: Upcoming Training... Unexpected Situation...

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After the three sisters had stepped back, still exchanging smiles with their brother, the atmosphere around Devara once again became expectant.

One by one, his divine family had come forward with their blessings and gifts, each offering something that carried a piece of themselves.

Devara had barely finished placing his sisters’ gifts safely among the others when two familiar figures began walking toward him.

Lord Vishnu and Goddess Lakshmi.

The moment Devara saw them approaching, his expression softened.

Unlike the others, there was something deeply familiar about the two of them.

They were not merely gods who had blessed him or divine beings who had watched over him.

Vishnu and Lakshmi were his parents, and Devara had already made certain that they would be able to participate in his wedding as his father and mother.

Vishnu stopped before him with a gentle smile.

"My son."

Devara immediately bowed his head respectfully.

"Father."

Vishnu raised his hand in blessing, and a soft divine radiance gathered around his fingers.

From that light appeared a single peacock feather, brilliant and impossibly beautiful.

Its colors seemed to shift whenever Devara moved his head, displaying shades of blue, green and gold that appeared almost alive.

Devara looked at it with curiosity.

"A peacock feather?"

Vishnu smiled.

"Yes. But this is not merely an ornament."

With a gentle movement of his hand, the feather rose into the air and floated toward Devara.

It settled naturally against the side of his crown, fitting between the jewels as though it had always belonged there.

The moment it touched his crown, Devara felt a subtle warmth spread through him.

Vishnu then looked at his son with an expression that carried both affection and quiet seriousness.

"Your training with me will begin soon."

Devara’s eyes widened slightly.

"My training?"

Vishnu nodded.

"I have watched you grow, watched you fight, watched you develop your own methods and abilities, and watched you learn from many others. But there are things I have yet to teach you personally. Soon, I will become your Guru, and your training under me will begin."

Devara instinctively straightened.

"Then I will be ready."

Vishnu smiled.

"I know you will."

There was something different in the way Vishnu said those words.

It was not merely the confidence of a father in his son.

It carried the quiet certainty of a teacher who already knew that the student standing before him would soon be pushed far beyond his present limits.

Devara touched the peacock feather resting against his crown and smiled.

"I will treasure this, Father."

"Then wear it with pride," Vishnu replied.

Before Devara could say anything else, Lakshmi stepped forward.

Unlike Vishnu, she did not begin with another divine artifact or formal blessing.

She simply opened her arms.

Devara immediately smiled and stepped toward her.

Lakshmi wrapped both arms around her son and pulled him into a warm embrace.

Devara hugged her back, resting his head briefly against her shoulder.

For all the divine splendor surrounding them, the moment felt remarkably ordinary, like a mother embracing her son after watching him accomplish something she had waited a very long time to see.

"My son,"

Lakshmi whispered, her voice filled with emotion.

"I am so happy that I finally got to stand beside you on your wedding day."

Devara smiled.

"And I am happy that you did."

Lakshmi eventually released him and picked up a large golden plate that had been carried forward by one of the attendants.

Devara looked at it curiously.

The plate was filled with different kinds of grains.

Rice. Wheat. Barley. Millets. Pulses.

Several varieties Devara could not immediately identify.

Each grain seemed perfectly preserved, and the entire collection carried a faint divine radiance.

Lakshmi held the plate out to him.

"This is my gift to you."

Devara accepted it carefully.

"What does it do?"

Lakshmi smiled.

"These grains will never run out."

Devara looked down at the plate.

Lakshmi continued to explain.

"No matter how much you take from it, the grains will replenish themselves. Your kingdom will always have food available from this plate."

Devara’s expression became genuinely surprised.

"That is an incredible gift."

"It is," Lakshmi agreed, "but there is one condition."

Devara looked at her.

"The plate must always be kept in a clean place."

She gently touched one of the grains with her finger.

"If you keep it in a clean and sacred place, its blessing will remain. But if you deliberately place it somewhere unclean, the divine blessing will disappear, and the grains will no longer replenish. The plate will simply become an ordinary plate."

Devara nodded seriously.

"I understand."

Lakshmi looked at him warmly.

"Food is sacred, Devara. It should never be treated carelessly. This gift is meant not only to feed you, but to remind you of the responsibility that comes with having the ability to feed others."

Devara’s expression softened.

He looked toward the people gathered around him, toward the citizens who had come to celebrate his wedding, toward his family and the countless people who depended upon the kingdom he ruled.

Then he looked back at his mother.

"I will make sure it is protected properly. And if it can provide food without ever running out, then I will make sure it is used for people who need it."

Lakshmi smiled proudly.

"That is why I gave it to you."

She gently touched his cheek before stepping back beside Vishnu.

Devara looked at the peacock feather resting against his crown and then at the golden plate filled with endless grains.

One gift from his father.

One gift from his mother.

And both carried something deeper than their divine power.

The feather marked the beginning of his journey as Vishnu’s student.

The plate reminded him of the responsibility that came with being a king.

Devara smiled quietly.

His wedding had given him two new wives, but the gifts surrounding him were reminding him of something equally important.

He was not merely gaining relationships.

He was gaining responsibilities, lessons and bonds that would shape the person he would become.

The joyful atmosphere continued for only a few moments more.

Devara was still standing before Vishnu and Lakshmi, the peacock feather resting against the side of his crown and the divine plate of grains held carefully in his hands, while his sisters stood nearby and the rest of his family watched with warm smiles.

The arena was filled with laughter and conversation, musicians were still playing softly in the background, and the citizens of Trivenivrata were enjoying the extraordinary sight of so many divine beings gathered together for their king’s wedding.

Then, without warning, the light began to change.

The sunlight that had illuminated the arena slowly weakened.

At first, only a few people noticed.

The musicians continued playing, unaware that something had shifted above them.

A cool breeze swept through the arena, carrying with it a strange pressure that did not belong to an ordinary change in weather.

The banners hanging from the decorated pillars began to flutter violently, even though the wind had been almost completely still only moments earlier.

Devara slowly raised his head.

The sky above Trivenivrata was changing.

Dark clouds were gathering.

Not ordinary storm clouds, but enormous masses of darkness that seemed to be forming far too quickly, spreading across the heavens as though something unseen was approaching from beyond the clouds.

The brightness of the afternoon disappeared beneath them, and the entire arena gradually fell into shadow.

The musicians stopped.

The conversations died one after another.

The thousands of citizens who had been celebrating moments earlier became completely silent as they stared toward the sky.

Even the children stopped moving.

A strange stillness settled over the entire arena.

Devara’s expression changed as he felt the pressure descending upon the kingdom.

Something was coming.

And whatever it was, the gods had already sensed it.

The change in the Trimurtis was enough to confirm that this was no ordinary visitor.

Brahma’s previously relaxed expression had vanished completely.

His eyes were fixed upon the darkening heavens, his face carrying an unusual seriousness.

Saraswati stood beside him, her fingers tightening slightly around the edge of her garment.

Shiva had also stopped smiling.

The calm expression that had remained on his face throughout the celebrations had disappeared, replaced by a sharp, watchful gaze directed toward the sky.

Parvati noticed the change in her husband immediately.

"Shiva?"

He did not answer.

His eyes remained fixed above.

Vishnu was no different.

The warmth that had been present in his expression only moments earlier was gone.

His posture had changed subtly, and his eyes had narrowed as he sensed whatever was approaching.

But the person whose reaction shocked Devara the most was Lakshmi.

She had been standing beside Vishnu only moments earlier, smiling after giving her son his gift.

Now she suddenly froze.

Her eyes widened.

The color seemed to drain from her face as she sensed a presence that only she appeared to recognize immediately.

Her breath caught.

Slowly, almost unwillingly, Lakshmi turned her head toward Vishnu.

"Vishnu..."

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