"Prabhu, I've found the perfect heir!" he exclaimed. "She's amusing, but there's something peculiar about her that I can't quite grasp. I'll investigate further and report back to you."

The boy paused, awaiting permission.

"May I take your heir under my wing and support your other heirs as well? I sense that your big brother and little sister are also with her. She might exceed our expectations.

A low, resonant voice echoed from beyond the door.

"Kalayri, you were crafted by Krishnaa. You are special. Unlock her true potential."

The boy bowed.

"There's one more thing, Prabhu. She's being watched by many, and I may face difficulties protecting her."

The voice behind the door grew weaker.

"I... need to recover. My powers, though not matchless, still surpass those of many mortals. But now... even simple actions... leave me... cough... cough."

Kalayri's voice filled with concern.

"Prabhu, are you okay? Your strength is waning. Should I summon the healers?"

Prabhu replied, "I'm okay now. You may go. We can't delay her; her destiny is unfolding, and every second holds a different meaning. You have my permission.

In another room, Abhi, Dhruv, and Adidev stood nervously in front of a door, awaiting someone

"Where is she?" Abhi asked. "Why hasn't she come back?"

Adidev's voice was laced with concern. "You're right. Maybe she's found bigger opportunities than us. After all, she's always been unique."

Dhruv chimed in, "Let's wait 30 minutes. If she doesn't arrive, she might have already left. And remember, this is the Temple of the Creator; no harm can come to anyone here."

They waited patiently.

Meanwhile, Arushi pondered, "Hmm... how should I introduce myself to them? I met an introvert who asked numerous questions and vanished, leaving me with a single-page book bearing the name 'Kalayripattu.' I'm confused and want to complain to Prabhu, thinking maybe he's a trickster."

The person's voice returned, "I'm ready, Arushi. Let's go."

Arushi replied, "Not yet. First, explain why this book, Kalayripattu, only has one page.

A boy appeared before her, "Arushi, it's a special book. Until you practice the steps on this page, the next ones won't appear."

Arushi's curiosity piqued.

"How many pages are there?" she asked.

The boy smiled, "You'll find out as you progress. Shall we go? They're waiting."

Arushi recalled her delayed departure and quickened her pace.

As they exited the library, she spotted Arushi and Arihant at the last row, pretending to have done extensive research.

Arushi hastened her exit, saying, "Let's go, we might be late.

Upon opening the door, she found herself back at the temple

Abhi approached, concern etched on his face, "Where have you been? You're late.

Arushi gestured apologetically.

As they left the temple, Arushi sensed tension in the group.

Unbeknownst to them, the boy had merged into her, becoming an integral part of her being

Menka Mam asked, "Why did you take so long? But now that you're here, let's proceed. Follow me."

We trailed behind her, returning to the office.

"Show me your cultivation arts," she instructed.

As I prepared to reveal Kalayripattu, the boy's voice whispered, "Wait, show them this book."

Suddenly, a radiant book materialized before me and the others.

The light emanating from it was beyond comprehension. I closed my eyes, overwhelmed.

When I opened them again, Mam's jaw had dropped.

"Four Heavenly Martial Arts... What is this?" she asked, awestruck

I shrugged, unsure how to respond.

Abhi intervened, "It's Space Martial Art, strengthening my spatial abilities."

Mam's face lit up with a stunning smile.

I was captivated, wanting to see more smiles.

"Hey, boy," I asked, "What art is this that you've given me? Make it powerful and useful, so Mam and the others will be even happier."

The boy chuckled, "Patience, Arushi. This art will surpass your expectations."

The boy reassured me, "Don't worry, host. Your martial art is one of the best techniques in the league of heavenly-level martial arts. Anyone who sees it will be amazed."

I beamed with excitement, "That's great, thank you!"

Mam turned to Adidev, "What level and type of martial art did you acquire?"

Adidev replied calmly, "I obtained the Heavenly Level Thunder World Martial Art. This art allows me to control lightning, and when combined with my elemental affinity, its power increases significantly – perhaps even surpassing Heavenly Martial Arts."

I felt elated, knowing my friends had acquired powerful arts like mine.

Mam smiled, though her expression seemed slightly subdued. She moved on to Dhruv.

"Dhruv, what special art did you receive?" she asked.

"I got the Heavenly Healing Martial Art," Dhruv replied. "Its unique property allows it to heal any disease."

Mam's smile faltered, her expression more subdued than before.

She turned to me, "Arushi, what martial art did you acquire?

"I'm not entirely sure," I admitted, "but I was told it's one of the top martial arts at the Heavenly level. Can you examine it, Mam?"

Mam instructed, "Open the book, Arushi. The description will reveal your martial art's secrets."

I opened the book and floating words materialized on the first page:

"Heavenly Level Special Healing Art: Exceptional Skill. Can cure any type of injury or problem on the host's body, even frontal bone damage, after reaching a certain level. Unparalleled in healing capabilities compared to other martial arts, but unable to heal diseases or curses."

As I finished reading, Menka Mam's smile vanished, replaced by a look of disappointment.

I felt shocked, sensing something amiss.

Before I could speak, Mam's voice cut through the tension:

"You may all leave now. Take these watches; they contain all the information you need for your future cultivation. Go, cultivate, and don't worry about me. I'll be unavailable for some time."

As we exited the office, Mam added, "Remember to press the red button on your way out."

Abhi grasped my arm, halting my attempt to speak.

"Wait," he whispered. "Not here."

We stepped out of the office, the door closing behind us.

Dhruv and Adidev exchanged concerned glances.

"What's going on?" I asked, once we were far enough away.

Abhi leaned in, his voice barely audible:

"Mam's reaction... it's not just about the martial art. There's something more."

The mysterious watch on my wrist beeped, displaying an encrypted message:

"Cultivate wisely.