On the next day after Devansura's birthday, Chandika, Rajendra, and Devansura met outside their house at their usual training place.

Chandika to Devansura: "From today, we are going to learn the Demon Arts."

Rajendra to Devansura: "Just be safe. Don't overdo it—you have a long life ahead."

Chandika: "You don't have to worry about Devansura. He is very strong and a fast learner. He has already exceeded my expectations many times."

Rajendra: "I know, but still, I am his father."

Chandika: "Father? Your behavior is more like a mother."

Rajendra: "No, it's just that you're not doing your share of caring work, so I am."

Chandika: "Okay, okay! I'll take care of everything. Don't worry."

Rajendra: "Then I'm leaving for work."

Chandika: "Okay, bye."

Devansura: "Bye, Dad."

As Rajendra walked away, Chandika turned toward Devansura with a sharp, serious gaze.

Chandika: "From now on, you are going to learn the Demonic Arts. The first thing you will master is Muay Thai—but not the ordinary kind. This is Demonic Muay Thai."

Devansura's eyes lit up with a mixture of excitement and curiosity.

Chandika continued: "Muay Thai, also known as the 'Art of Eight Limbs,' uses punches, kicks, elbows, and knee strikes. But in its demonic form, every strike is amplified by channeling your inner rage and dark energy. It’s not just about hitting—it's about overwhelming your opponent with relentless, unpredictable attacks."

She stepped back and assumed a fighting stance, her aura flickering with a faint, dark glow.

Chandika: "Your fists must feel like iron, your kicks like a battering ram. But what makes Demonic Muay Thai unique is how we harness fury. Instead of blindly attacking, we sharpen our anger into a weapon. Every move will flow from your emotions—controlled, yet untamed."

She demonstrated a rapid series of moves: a jab, a knee strike, an elbow slash, and a sweeping kick—all faster than Devansura's eyes could follow.

Chandika: "We'll start with the basic stance. Your feet shoulder-width apart, knees slightly bent, and hands guarding your face. Your core must be firm, but your movements fluid. Balance is everything."

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Devansura nodded, already trying to mirror her stance.

Chandika smirked. "Good. Now show me your punch—demonic style. Focus on your anger, but don't let it consume you. Control it, and strike!"

Devansura clenched his fists, breathing steadily, his mind balancing on the thin line between fury and focus. With a sharp exhale, he threw his first punch.

Chandika: "Not bad, but you need to strike harder—imagine your opponent's bones breaking under your fist. Again!"

Devansura gritted his teeth and punched again, this time putting more power into his swing. Chandika corrected his form, adjusting his elbow's angle and his foot's position.

Chandika: "Now, knees. In Demonic Muay Thai, a knee strike isn’t just a blow—it’s a break. Pull your opponent in and drive your knee up, aiming for the ribs or head. Feel the rage flow through your core."

Devansura practiced the knee strike, repeating it again and again under Chandika’s watchful eyes.

After an hour of relentless practice, Chandika stepped back, satisfied.

Chandika: "Enough for now. You've taken the first steps. But now, we move to something even more important."

She folded her arms, her gaze unyielding.

Chandika: "Until now, you've done normal meditation to control your emotions. But today, we're taking it to the next level."

Devansura furrowed his brows. "Next level?"

Chandika: "Whenever you've meditated before, you must have noticed unusual things in the environment—things you couldn’t see with your eyes but could sense all around you. Am I right?"

Devansura: "Yes, I saw them… but I never asked. I thought it was just normal during training. I've sensed it since the first day."

Chandika's expression didn't change, but a flicker of shock crossed her mind.

Chandika: "From the first day…?"

She didn't say more, but the revelation unsettled her.

Chandika: "Now, sit in the meditation stance again. This time, what you’ve been sensing—those invisible currents of energy—you need to gather them inside your body."

She paced slowly around Devansura as she explained: "The people who use aura for swordsmanship store this energy in their core. Those who use magic store it in their heart. But a rare few, those who train beyond limits, store it throughout their entire body. This is extremely hard, but those who succeed gain a powerful edge—they can wield both swordsmanship and magic without limits."

Her voice grew firm: "The energy around you is known as mana. Most people struggle for years to harness it. If, at first, you fail, do not be discouraged—it is a path only the strongest walk."

Chandika's gaze shifted to Devansura again, but her words caught in her throat. His first attempt—on his very first day—was already showing signs of success. She could feel the flow of mana weaving into his muscles and veins, spreading through his body.

Chandika, with a wide smile and a heart pounding with both pride and awe, spoke: "Keep going. Don’t stop."

Encouraged by Chandika's words, Devansura pushed himself further. With each breath, he drew in more mana, letting it circulate not just in his core or heart, but throughout his entire being. His skin seemed to shimmer faintly, and his muscles tightened as the energy flowed freely inside him.

By the time night fell, Rajendra returned home, his face tired from a long day's work. Chandika, sensing his presence, quickly approached him.

Chandika: "Come with me. We need to talk—alone."

She glanced at Devansura. "You can go play outside for now."

Without questioning, Devansura stepped outside, the night's cool air brushing against his skin. Unaware of the intense conversation about to unfold between his parents, he simply stood there, lost in his own world, gently flexing his fingers as the mana still pulsed within him.