Virat: Abandoned by Destiny

Narrator

Every family...

Has secrets.

Some are meant to protect.

Others...

Are meant to wait.

Not because they are dangerous...

But because the right time...

Has yet to arrive.

The afternoon sun bathed Restart Village in warm golden light.

The peaceful village carried on with its usual rhythm.

Children laughed as they ran through the streets.

Villagers greeted one another with warm smiles.

A gentle breeze drifted through the trees surrounding the village.

High above...

The sacred mountain stood quietly beneath the endless sky.

Another day of training had come to an end.

V let out a long breath.

"Whew..."

He stretched both of his arms above his head.

His shoulders felt heavy after countless hours of swinging his wooden sword.

A satisfied smile appeared on his face.

"After training..."

He looked toward the village below.

"...a hot bath feels like heaven."

He rested a clean towel over his shoulder.

Then began walking toward the village bathhouse.

His footsteps were slow.

Relaxed.

His mind was already imagining the warm water waiting for him.

Because of that...

He failed to notice something behind him.

Tiny footsteps.

Soft.

Careful.

Almost completely silent.

It was...

Little Tia.

She peeked from behind a wooden fence.

Making sure V hadn't noticed her.

A tiny giggle escaped her lips.

"Hehe..."

As soon as V continued walking...

She quietly followed.

Whenever he looked around...

She quickly hid behind a tree.

Or behind a fence.

Or even behind a stack of wooden barrels.

Completely convinced...

She was an invisible master spy.

A few moments later...

V arrived at the men's bathhouse.

He gently slid open the wooden door.

Warm steam immediately escaped into the afternoon air.

A peaceful smile appeared on his face.

He stepped inside.

Carefully placing his clothes onto a nearby wooden bench.

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The comforting warmth slowly filled the room.

He closed his eyes for a moment.

"Training first..."

"Then a bath..."

He smiled.

"This really is heaven."

Just then...

A familiar little voice answered him.

"You are right, Big Brother."

...

Silence.

V slowly opened one eye.

"...Huh?"

He turned around.

Standing near the entrance...

Was Tia.

Smiling innocently.

Holding the edge of the wooden door.

V completely froze.

"..."

"T-Tia?!"

His face instantly turned bright red.

"Tia!"

"What are you doing here?!"

"This is the men's bathhouse!"

Tia blinked.

Completely confused.

"I thought..."

"It was for both of us, Big Brother."

V covered his face with both hands.

"Oh no..."

Trying not to panic...

V hurriedly wrapped a towel around himself.

He gently walked toward his little sister.

"You can't come in here."

"It's only for boys."

Tia tilted her head.

"Oh..."

"I didn't know."

She scratched her cheek awkwardly.

"I'm sorry..."

Seeing her innocent face...

V couldn't stay upset.

He sighed.

Then softly smiled.

"It's alright."

"Just remember it next time."

Tia nodded energetically.

"I will!"

Just as she was about to leave...

Her curious eyes suddenly stopped.

She noticed something hanging around V's neck.

A small...

Old tabeez.

Its surface had become worn with age.

The cord looked old...

Yet surprisingly strong.

It was obvious...

V had worn it for as long as he could remember.

Tia stepped a little closer.

"Big Brother..."

"What's that around your neck?"

V instinctively lowered his gaze.

His fingers gently touched the old tabeez.

A gentle smile appeared on his face.

"This?"

"Dad gave it to me a long time ago."

"He told me..."

"...to never take it off."

Tia stared at the tabeez with sparkling eyes.

"It looks important."

V nodded quietly.

"I think it is."

"But..."

"I don't know why."

As Tia continued looking at her brother...

Her eyes slowly moved lower.

Then suddenly...

She froze.

There...

On the left side of V's chest...

Just beneath the tabeez...

Was a strange crimson mark.

It looked ancient.

Almost as if it had always existed.

The mark was neither a scar...

Nor a tattoo.

It simply...

Belonged there.

Tia blinked several times.

"Big Brother..."

"What's that red mark?"

V looked down at it.

For a brief moment...

His smile faded.

Then he gently smiled once again.

"I don't know."

"But Dad once told me..."

"'Never tell anyone about this mark.'"

He looked at the tabeez resting against his chest.

"And he also told me..."

"'Never tell anyone about this tabeez.'"

He slowly knelt until he was at Tia's eye level.

His expression became gentle.

"But..."

"I trust you."

He held out his little finger.

"So..."

"It's our little secret."

"Promise me..."

"You won't tell anyone."

"Not about this mark..."

"And not about this tabeez."

Tia's eyes sparkled.

She immediately hooked her tiny little finger around V's.

"I promise!"

Her face lit up with excitement.

"So now..."

"I know Big Brother's two secrets!"

She quickly covered her own mouth.

Her cheeks turned bright red.

"Hehe..."

Before V could say anything...

She turned around.

And ran out of the bathhouse as fast as her tiny legs could carry her.

V watched her disappear.

Then let out a helpless laugh.

"She's impossible..."

She disappeared from sight in the blink of an eye.

The sound of her tiny footsteps slowly faded into the distance.

V stood there for a moment.

Then he looked down at the old tabeez resting against his chest.

His fingers gently wrapped around it.

The worn surface felt familiar.

Comforting.

As if it had always been with him.

Slowly...

His gaze shifted toward the strange crimson mark on the left side of his chest.

"...Dad..."

He quietly whispered.

"What exactly are these?"

No answer came.

Only the warm steam drifted silently through the bathhouse.

After a brief moment...

V shook his head with a small smile.

"Maybe..."

"You'll tell me when the time is right."

He released the tabeez.

Finished his bath.

And quietly made his way home.

As the sun slowly disappeared beyond the mountains...

A gentle evening breeze embraced Restart Village.

Warm lights began appearing inside every home.

The comforting aroma of freshly prepared food drifted through the peaceful streets.

For the villagers...

Another ordinary day was coming to an end.

Inside the White family home...

The dinner table was already prepared.

Lily carefully placed the last dish in the center.

A warm smile rested upon her face.

"Everyone..."

"Dinner is ready."

The front door gently opened.

Brald stepped inside after another long day of carrying out his duties as the village chief.

He removed his cloak.

His tired expression softened the moment he saw his family waiting.

"I'm home."

"Welcome home."

Lily replied with a gentle smile.

Soon...

The entire family gathered around the table.

The atmosphere was warm.

Comfortable.

Peaceful.

Tia could hardly stay still.

She excitedly began telling everyone about her day.

"Today Kai almost fell again!"

"And Big Brother trained really hard!"

"And I helped Mom cook!"

Lily laughed softly.

"You certainly tried."

Tia puffed out her cheeks.

"I did help!"

Everyone smiled.

The little house filled with laughter once again.

Throughout the entire meal...

Tia happily talked about everything she had seen.

Everything...

Except two things.

The old tabeez around V's neck.

And the mysterious crimson mark upon his chest.

Several times...

The words almost reached her lips.

But each time...

She quickly covered her mouth.

Remembering the promise she had made.

A promise...

Was a promise.

Across the table...

Brald quietly watched his children.

His eyes briefly rested upon the old tabeez hanging around V's neck.

Then...

Almost unnoticed...

His gaze shifted toward V himself.

A faint smile appeared on his face.

One that carried relief...

Pride...

And perhaps...

A trace of sadness.

He said nothing.

Because some truths...

Were not yet meant to be spoken.

Outside...

The first stars slowly appeared above Restart Village.

The sacred mountain stood peacefully beneath the night sky.

A cool breeze whispered through the trees.

Inside the little home...

The warmth of family pushed away the darkness beyond its walls.

Laughter echoed around the dinner table.

Simple conversations filled the room.

No one spoke of hidden marks.

No one spoke of ancient tabeez.

No one spoke of the secrets quietly waiting for their destined time.

The Narrator

Some promises...

Are easy to make.

But difficult to keep.

Especially for a child.

Yet...

The smallest promise...

Can sometimes protect the greatest secret.

And sometimes...

The greatest secrets...

Sleep peacefully within the warmth of a family.

Waiting...

For destiny...

To awaken them.

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