Huo slowly opened his eyes, the blurry room around him coming into focus. He winced at the dull ache in his body, still recovering from the intense fight with Ravihiro. As his vision cleared, he saw Haruno sitting beside him, gently tending to his wounds. Her soft smile calmed him, but the weight of the fight still lingered in his mind.
"Haruno," Huo said, his voice raspy, "I sensed something during the fight… something abnormal. It was as if… someone was laughing at me, mocking me."
Haruno's smile faded slightly. "That's because you fought against Ravihiro. You only faced 5% of his power." Her voice carried both pride and concern. "There's something inside him, something dark, that he's been suppressing. He hasn't told me much, but I know it's there."
Huo frowned, digesting her words. "5%? And it felt like… like it could crush me." His thoughts shifted to the clan that had attacked Haruno months ago. "There's something else I need to tell you. The clan that hunted you… they were completely annihilated in one night. When I reached the ruins, there was nothing left but blood, corpses, and sword slashes. No signs of the army that attacked them—just... devastation. It felt as if the entire army had been wiped out by one person."
Haruno's expression darkened. "That's Ravihiro's doing. He never said it, but I could feel it. He went after them without hesitation, to protect us."
Before Huo could respond, the door swung open, and a small boy with bright eyes ran into the room. "Mama!" he called, rushing to Haruno and hugging her tightly.
Huo's eyes widened in surprise. "Whose boy is this?" he asked, glancing between the child and Haruno.
Haruno smiled gently, ruffling the boy's hair. "Of course, he's our son, Huo."
Huo was taken aback. "Our son? But... when?"
Haruno chuckled. "Ravihiro named him Kalki."
Huo blinked. "Kalki? What does that name mean?"
The boy, Kalki, looked up with a proud smile. "It means the avatar of the god of preservence, Vishnu."
Huo, puzzled, asked, "I've never heard of this Vishnu before."
Haruno nodded. "Neither have I. But Ravihiro chose the name. He said it held deep significance."
And the most important thing that brother had agreed for our marriage it will after two weeks says Haruno and Huo was shocked by this news and thinks how could this gloomy guy agreed so easily before he could think anything else Kalki hugs him tightly
Kalki grinned up at his father and mother, his youthful energy filling the room with warmth. The days that followed were filled with laughter, joy, and mischief. Huo found himself playing games with Kalki, who had an endless supply of energy, constantly pulling him into various adventures around the house. Haruno, though busy caring for their child, took every opportunity to tease and annoy Ravihiro, who remained as stoic as ever.
One evening, as Kalki ran circles around the living room, trying to catch a small energy ball conjured by Huo, Haruno leaned over to Ravihiro, poking his arm playfully. "You know, you could try smiling once in a while. It won't kill you."
Ravihiro, eyes fixed ahead, grunted. "You three are loud enough for the entire forest."
Haruno laughed. "And you love it."
Ravihiro remained silent, but there was a hint of a smile that flickered at the edge of his lips. As Kalki darted around, nearly knocking over a table, Ravihiro subtly activated a small gravity formation, making Kalki float for a moment before gently landing him on the couch. Kalki giggled, unaware of his uncle's involvement.
The two weeks passed in a whirlwind of fun, jokes, and light-hearted moments. Huo found himself in a strange mix of admiration and fear for Ravihiro, who balanced the roles of protector, teacher, and brother with such intensity. Even in their quieter moments, there was an undeniable tension whenever Ravihiro was around. Huo couldn't shake the feeling that the calmness they were enjoying was only temporary.
As their time together drew to a close, the air around them shifted once more. There was joy, yes, but an underlying sense that something darker loomed on the horizon. For now, though, they relished in the small moments of peace they had managed to carve out of the chaos surrounding them.