Ganesh had not been to Kuru in years, not because he didn't want to, but due to his Familia's focus in Orario. Not all members of his Familia were focused on the Dungeon, but the Dungeon city created something of a niche economy where supplies were always in demand. Textiles, weapons, armours, and even labor were ideal commodities to barter and sell.
This was why Ganesh had decided to base himself in Orario.
The more adventurous members of his Familia were free to gain experience and level in the Dungeon, while those that focused on commerce were given free reign. Of course, navigating through Orario's tenuous power struggles was something that came par for the course.
Ganesh opted for his Familia to maintain neutrality in most dealings. Not too strong to threaten other powers, yet too weak to defend themselves, and not too ambitious to step on other toes.
Ganesh had seen the rise of the Zeus and Hera Familia's, and also their falls.
But enough of the past.
Ganesh was the remover of obstacles and also a heralder of change.
The way to Kuru was one of nostalgia, back to the time when he'd first descended to the Lower World.
His journey to Kuru however, was not one for simple leisure.
He came with the purpose of finding a great warrior capable of being called a comrade by a collection of skilled Demi-Gods. Yes, the term was still quite new to Ganesh, but the power held within the body of a mortal capable of harnessing the divinity of a God in the Upper World wasn't to be looked down upon.
In the Dungeon where the floors display an increasing aversion to those of Divine origin, it was a graveyard for the Gods. Goddess Athena's hubris to trudge deeper and deeper into the dungeon with her Familia left her missing to this day. It became progressively more and more difficult to navigate the Dungeon with any God or Divinity due to its hatred for the Gods.
Ganesh was unaware how this progressive difficulty would impact a Demi-God's exploration of the Dungeon, but up here beyond the Dungeon's reaches, it was different.
While the Gods were left in weakened forms, the Demi-Gods, though mortal, had access to their parent's Divine Authority.
Yes indeed. The whole dynamic of the lower world was changing, and Ganesh assumed rightly that it wouldn't be difficult to locate other Demi-Gods considering the extent of their power.
A rough guess placed their capabilities beyond the known conventional power-level of even the Zeus Familia.
Ganesh and his Familia paused as they took in the sights on the way to Kuru. There was word that Kuru had been falling into dire straits from continuous assaults from monsters and beast tides, but it was only after seeing the situation that Ganesh's expression fell.
The walls that surrounded Kuru were all cracked and damaged, hasty repairs creating a sense of disharmony to the once pristine stone that lined the outer front-facing sides. He didn't want to imagine the damage done if any beasts had managed to breach the walls. Indra, Surya, and a young Kunti must have been doing a good job considering how long they've been holding out in Kuru's location near the One-Eyed Black Dragon.
It was commendable.
Beyond that, Ganesh narrowed his eyes as light glinted sharply off the edge of his periphery. Something else had caught Ganesh's attention. It was, afterall, impossible not to notice with the sun looming up in the horizon.
The glint and twinkle of light refracting in the distance could only be produced by a certain type of reflective surface.
Glass?
In the dust and desert common near Kuru's topography, something of extreme heat had passed over the surface and crystallized the sand into a reflective surface.
From the lingering Divinity, Ganesh could feel an unmistakable warmth.
…Surya?
Ganesh opened and closed his palms. Doubt was heavy, but it wasn't enough to fully convince him.
Surya could not display such power here in the lower world unless he decided to forsake life in the lower world and unleash his true Divinity?
Sorrow caused Ganesh to frown as he considered the loss of a friend, likely to stem the tide of beasts attacking Kuru.
Of course, it wasn't an outcome that was set in stone without verification.
Nodding towards his Familia, Ganesh increased their pace into Kuru.
Drawing near the gates of the wall, Ganesh and his familia gradually began to slow down at the sight of the perimeter guards. And from there, through the sight of the open gates, was a bustling market?
The city was in higher spirits than Ganesh would have expected considering its situation, enough so that the guards by the gate weren't grim-faced or stern. Indeed, the first traces of laxness could be seen on their faces, as if they'd gained confidence after several years of hardened experience.
"How goes it, friend?" Ganesh approached and asked a guard with curiosity.
The guard offered a small smile as he recognized Ganesh from the last time his Familia had been in Kuru. Ganesh was not some no name God in these parts, but was rather a major contributor at one point in his life in the lower world.
"Lord Ganesh," the guard greeted, setting his spear to his side and adopting an easy stance.
The openness and lack of weariness were more and more apparent as Ganesh took the man's expression in.
Ganesh nodded.
"To smile in such trying times is a trait many should aspire to," he said in earnest.
The guard beamed before motioning to his fellow guards to alert the guard captain of Ganesh's arrival. For the time being though, the guard kept Ganesh and his Familia company.
"How can we not smile?" The guard soon replied to Ganesh. The visible relief had caused his features to deage by a decade. "We'd thought Lord Indra's Familia were our only hope against the invading beasts, but Lord Surya had always kept his strongest hand in reserve for emergencies."
The guard pointed back to where Ganesh had noticed all the newly formed glass.
"See there?"
Did Surya use his Arcanum?
Ganesh could only blink as he traced the trajectory of the guard's finger to the destruction and heated glass in the distance.
Was it truly like he thought?
Ganesh felt put off at the thought that he'd never see Surya again. However, Ganesh was still rather curious about what had caused Surya to forgo his life in the lower world. Knowing that man, it would never have been something trivial.
Before Ganesh could question the guard further, hurried footsteps signaled the arrival of a larger company of guards, and a distinct guard with a decorative sash along his waist.
The guard captain came and began to personally escort Ganesh and his Familia into Kuru.
Like he'd seen from the outside, the market was bustling despite damaged wears or over ripened fruit and vegetables. People weren't dire about food or goods in such dire times, but the expressions on their faces were more akin to hardened perseverance than resignation.
They had something to believe in to make that kind of expression.
Ganesh stowed away his observations and decided to wait for someone who could give him direct answers rather than speculative rumors. Fortunately, Ganesh knew that the guard captain was leading him and his Familia to people who would know such answers without beating around the bush.
Led the heart of Kuru, a palace building in the structure of a shikhara that remained undamaged despite the deterioration of the surroundings. It was a place of royalty where Kuru's noble blood ran bluest.
Kunti called it home after she took charge of the city in her father's stead. Old age and sickness were ailing the prior leader, and the stress of the beast tides had greatly sapped his vitality.
The central palace was also the place where Ganesh figured he'd be able to meet up with Indra for answers.
And indeed, this was certainly the case when Ganesh entered the reception room while his Familia were asked to wait outside.
Diya lamps with candles and incense created a cinnamon like aroma quite common in certain spices, while decorative elephants and brass items were out on display.
Three people were seated around a table on traditional embroidered patchwork cushions. The only woman wore a silk-headscarf and a simple saree gown, while the other two men wore white dhoti with golden buttons.
The three were instantly recognizable to Ganesh, one of which whose presence caused him to sigh in relief.
Surya, his friend had not forsaken life in the lower world like Ganesh had expected.
However…
Ganesh could tell that there was something off with his fellow Gods of the Upper World. They all lived in the same neighborhood up there, and they were practically friends since their beginnings.
Indra was a man of few words, but he wasn't empty-headed and lost in thought like his current self.
Surya could be loud and forward, but he wasn't abrasive or ill-intentioned as the glint present in his eyes seemed to allude.
Sitting between both men, Kunti who should have been trying to ease the tension looked like she'd been crying. Her eyes were puffy, and there was an unmistakable anguish lingering beneath her face.
"What brings you here, Ganesh?" Indra asked as neither Surya or Kunti were in any condition for diplomacy. Then again, it was the same for Indra, but he had always been the quickest to collect himself.
Ganesh did not hesitate to make himself comfortable around Surya, Kunti, and Indra. He sat on the available seat on the last corner of the table and smiled to change the stifling atmosphere.
"I have come to visit and see old friends," Ganesh said before nodding his head to each person. Age and time had let Kunti mature into a budding woman while Indra and Surya largely looked the same. "It's good to see you all in good health."
"You have our gratitude, but it is not the best time for a visit, old friend." Indra said stoically. "Unless, there's something more you need to gain?"
"Actually, there's a matter I may need your help in." Ganesh was quite forward, embodying the unrelenting footsteps of an elephant seeking water. "I've come on behalf of someone else to deliver a message to a friend going by 'Lancer.'"
The moment the name or pseudonym came out of Ganesh's mouth, a subtle shift occurred in the air. It wasn't anything covert, but Ganesh's faith in his friends made him blind to it.
Ganesh did not conceal his purpose. "His comrades are waiting for him, and I've come to urge him to conclude his matters and meet up with the others."
Silence.
Not even the normal kind of silence, but a heavy sort that lingered enough for Ganesh to notice the stress lines appearing over Kunti's face.
And Surya- Ganesh had not known Surya could make such an expression.
Indra, Indra was tired.
All three stood up, staring at Ganesh while Kunti signaled orders to the palace guards.
The sudden looks all three people were giving Ganesh, evidently did not bode well for him.
"Friends?" He asked ominously.
.
.
.
A door creaked closed, its large iron hinges begetting a certain degree of sturdy confinement.
"This was not how I saw this turning out." Ganesh sighed while staring through the bars of a 'private' guest room where he and his Familia were not allowed out for the time being.
Oh, they were certainly treated well, but any mention of the name 'Lancer' had practically become taboo.
Ganesh lamented.
"I have been humbled once again, and my ego has been destroyed…"
-Days Prior:
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The heat of the sun loomed down from the sky above, overlooking a vast expanse of scorched ground and heated glass from patches of sand. A figure donning lustrous armor stood at the center of it all with an arm outstretched. Traces of fire and light congregated around him in swirling flux patterns that flowed from his spear and armor to the earring he wore.
He was handsome, the slight emaciation of his body leaving a decadent air. However, the piercingness of his eyes, and the nobility of his demeanor were without mortal comparison.
A warrior through and through.
Retracting his arm to his side, the figure sweeped his spear out, generating a current of wind that blew away the dust and debris. The tattered shroud he wore dangled in the breeze, drawing eyes to the golden armor clad over his entire body.
It was armor and earring that granted invincibility. Not even the famed Arjuna could hope to pierce it in legend.
None knew this aspect better than Surya, the original owner of said armor that was the mark of a birthright and claim.
The figure's name was Karna, son of Surya.
And with a sweep of his lance, and a point of his hand, he pushed back the threat encroaching over Kuru for the sake of a single promise.
A hero of benefaction, Karna followed the path of karma and the cyclical nature of Dharma.
He was honorable to a fault. He carried a poise, demeanor, and character that even brought Indra to shame for his treachery. A trick for his son Arjuna to claim victory in legend.
Surya ground his teeth, watching Karna make his way back in the distance.
The two made eye-contact, the respective divinities carried in their gaze resonating with the other.
From the very beginning, Surya had been foolish to believe that he could have hid anything from such an outstanding son.
He was proud.
So damn proud, but the greater his fondness and recognition for Karna grew, so too did the paranoia of the vision pertaining to his son's dishonorable death.
It wasn't fair, an utter disservice.
Surya would sooner shed tears of blood than let that tragedy happen.
Various emotions flickered through Surya's mind, causing his self awareness to wane just enough that Kunti took him by surprise when she hugged him in glee. Jumping on her feet up and down, and pressing her face to his chest while using his stalwart form as a pole to spin around.
"Hehehahaha, Surya, y-you hid it well!" Kunti could not contain her jubilation. "You hid it well, you bastard!"
Surya was not sharing in Kunti's joy. Rather he was dreading it.
Given the enormity of the achievement Karna had just compelled, and the scale of the weapon Karna could freely invoke in the lower world, there was no way Indra had not noticed. Wherever he was in Kuru, he too would have felt the nature of an ultimate weapon unleashed.
Brahmastra, the chakrams of light that incinerate evil.
"Don't think about it Kunti," Surya said stoically, steadying Kunti and forcing her into a standstill.
Surya knew Kunti long enough to recognize the look in her eyes while staring at Karna. It wasn't avarice or greed, but rather a cunning attempt to recruit Karna by whatever means. Considering she had the misconception that Karna was part of Surya's Familia, she must already be thinking about how to best make use of Karna's capabilities for Kuru.
Kunti was always pragmatic like that, and Surya often played fiddle to it, but not this time. Never this time.
Surya couldn't say for sure what things would remain the same in a future vision after he was made aware of it, but what he concluded was that it wouldn't happen if Karna was nowhere near the promised battlefield.
Moreover, to ensure everything, forcing Indra back to the upper world would prevent Arjuna's conception.
He, Surya, had confirmed he was a father. And it was a father's duty to protect his son.
"Surya?" Kunti took a step back, momentarily frightened by the bloodlust that manifested over Surya's face.
However, as if it had never been there, Surya's expression grew blank as the clanking of armour echoed in Kunti's ears.
The warrior, Karna, had returned atop Kuru's walls where Kunti and Surya stood.
Karna's arrival quickly took Kunti's attention. Frowning at Surya, Kunti spoke to Karna.
"The rumors were not exaggerated, mighty warrior!" Kunti praised, moving to shake Karna's hand, but paused as Kunti noted hesitation in Karna's gaze. Was he uncomfortable around her? She could still work with that. "Please stay in the palace. We'll hold a banquet in your honor, and speak about possible rewards for your service. Oh and Surya can help strengthen your Falna-"
"Kunti." Surya hissed while glaring.
Wilting, Kunti could not understand the source of Surya's bad mood when Karna was part of his Familia. Kunti knew she wasn't a God, but she knew that Surya never played favorites. So, why was he doing it now? Was it because Karna was so capable?
Before either Kunti or Surya could exchange another word, Karna intervened.
"I cannot stay." Karna said with a careful shake of his head. "There are friends waiting for me."
Kunti appeared ashen at the words, while Surya took the initiative to intervene. Putting Kunti behind him, Surya stared at his son with melancholy.
"If it's another appointment then it's understandable." Surya said. However, he couldn't stop a father's concern for his child. "If I may ask, what could it be?"
Karna was not a liar, but a warrior.
"We will hunt the Black Dragon." Karna said.
Kunti felt as if she didn't quite hear that one right.
Neither did Surya whose expression was subtly twisted at the answer.
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Surya and Kunti tried to dissuade Karna to no avail. Rather, each refusal only caused Surya's expression to tighten by the second. By the end of it all, Karna had cordially excused himself, giving a longer look to his father than his mother.
It was an aspect that pained Surya greatly, further augmented by Kunti's clueless features. It would not have been the same if she realized someone had tampered with her memories, and her gross negligence on the matter.
"...!"
Something snapped in Surya's mind. Hot anger was replaced by a cold ruthlessness. He had no grounds to stop Karna's departure, but he could think of that later.
What he could do now was simple.
Meanwhile, Kunti could tell that Surya was in a bad mood, the likes of which she'd never seen or felt before.
Pursing her lips, Kunti raised the hem of her saree to make it easier to move and watched as Surya stormed off when Karna headed back into the heart of Kuru.
Karna was likely to leave Kuru as soon as its wall repairs were adequately completed, and Kuru could defend itself without him.
Moreover, before Kunti could even get a word in about Surya keeping such a talented member of his Familia hidden, Surya had already stormed off.
"Wait! Don't let the heat get to your head!" Kunti yelled to no avail.
The veil over her face fluttered as a sudden burst of heat caused her to flinch.
She shivered as a roar that sounded like seething fire came back in reply, followed by a large bang.
Surya had kicked the doors of the palace open and was on some kind of warpath inside.
That made it all the more necessary to chase after him.
There was no telling what Surya was going to do as all the steam was getting to his head. Heat was generated in his steps as his very divinity continued to go through a constant cycle of high and low, creating scorch marks that resembled the soles of his sandals.
Panicked yells echoed in the palace halls as servants and palace workers grew flustered at Surya's demeanor.
Kunti was not far behind.
While running, Kunti was taking keen note of the path Surya was taking and was quick to realize Surya was moving straight to Indra's quarters.
Normally, this would have been suicide if Surya went without his Familia to Indra's, but neither Surya or Indra brought their Familias into the palace. It was a safe place where the three had often deliberated over decisions affecting Kuru as a whole.
Violence was never factored into the equation in the palace because Kunti never expected it to happen!
With a final bang, Kunti saw Surya break through Indra's office room and barrel in.
Breath hitching, Kunti picked up her pace and arrived just in time to see Surya clock an absent-minded Indra right in the face.
Indra's jaw clacked as Surya's fist smashed his teeth together and sent him hurtling into the ground.
Pushing up onto his feet, Indra gingerly felt his jaw before shifting his gaze to stare at Surya.
Indra had not resisted that first blow. For what reason, Kunti had no idea, but what she could read from Indra was resigned guilt like he'd deserved that punch.
In many ways, Karna's arrival into Kuru had solidified many things for both Indra and Surya.
Spitting blood from a busted lip, Indra got onto his feet and tackled Surya to the ground.
Known as the king of the Devas and Svarga in the upper world, Indra had never been a pushover.
Adjusting himself over Surya, Indra pinned Surya's left arm with a knee and began punching blows onto Surya's face. When Surya raised his right arm to guard, Indra shifted targets to Surya's exposed chest.
Spittle flew.
Choking back a groan, Surya roared. Fist coating with flame, he knocked back Indra's hands and headbutted Indra to get off of him.
"If you have a conscience, or honor, shut up and return to the upper world!" Surya yelled with bloodshot eyes. He shook his head as his vision swam, blood pooling in his mouth.
Indra took in a deep breath, but in his eyes was the same stubbornness that was found in his son Arjuna. "If Karna exists, you think I'll quietly give up the vision of my children?"
Lightning crackled over Indra's arms as his divinity began to swell.
Surya wiped blood off of his face and sneered. "Then who do you think would have won without your intervention as a wise Brahmin? Even with all the curses and weight on his shoulders, he had proven his worth, his path! And you got involved! Not yet, but you will get involved. We both saw it. Honourless scum."
Indra had no grounds to refute such words, yet still he spoke. "I am a father."
Silence.
Surya took in a deep breath
"As am I."
-Spittle and blood flew.
Indra appeared in front of Surya in a flash and unleashed a combo of punches and kicks aimed to break and kill while Surya hastily defended. He was biding his time before he countered with a left hook that clocked Indra by the temple.
Dazed, Surya threw Indra into an arm-bar.
Surya was a powerful God in his own right, but with both Gods weakened in the lower world, it became more of a physical battle rather than one of authority.
Which meant to say.
'I can win.'
Surya saw red as Indra flinch and loosened his grip.
Not missing the opportunity, Surya snaked his hands around Indra's throat and pushed him off of his feet and down onto the ground, hard.
For a second, the wind was knocked out of Indra.
"Ghk!" Indra thrashed, but Surya's grip was firm and growing tighter and tighter.
Kunti finally snapped out of it as she realized the mortal severity of the two's fight. Surya was out to kill, and incomprehensibly, Indra was no better.
"Indra, Surya, ENOUGH!" Kunti got in between the two former friends and pushed them apart. Slapping Surya again and again until Surya's grip loosened.
Flinching as Kunti made eye contact with both Indra and Surya, her heart broke.
Gasping for breath, Indra froze just as Surya did at Kunti's admonishment.
Both Surya and Indra had fallen silent at Kunti's expression.
Still, Kunti played as vital of a role in all of this as either did.
"I don't understand- what is wrong with you both?!" Kunti screamed, having had it. She was fed up, and terribly saddened at the actions of her friends. "I knew there was something wrong before, but this! This! Y-You're trying to kill each other!"
There was a warble in Kunti's lips, a clear indication of how much emotion she was holding back.
And suddenly, it just wasn't fair.
Kunti had just as much of a right to know as either of them.
"See for yourself."
A tired Surya placed a hand on Kunti's forehead and invoked his memories into her.
Her reaction made it impossible for either Surya or Indra to continue their feud here of all times. Especially because death for either of them was just a return to the upper world. They'd settle their differences later.
"K-Karna…?" Kunti fell to her knees in a daze from the flurry of memories. As if a spectator to everything, she watched a tragedy revolving around family, honour, and dharma play out including her own role in the past and a future to be. "W-What have I…?"
"N-No, this isn't real. It can't be!"
Kunti clutched at her heart and gripped her hands together.
There were so, so many things she needed to address, but before all that-
To fight the mighty One-Eyed Black Dragon was to send her own son to death.
I-It couldn't be allowed.
Yes. It couldn't. Not with the Royal blood running through his veins.
Kunti began to make a desperate plan while biting the nail of her thumb, racked with guilt, regret, and confusion all at once.
And so started the temporary coalition of three.
Karna felt a certain sense of nostalgia in his time within Kuru. The land's architecture, culture, and general layout had too much overlap with the lands in his memory and were causing certain buried aspirations within himself to rise.
There was no man that didn't have regrets in life, it just wasn't possible. There was always something that could have been done better, a tragedy that could have been averted, and such.
For Karna, there were several he could think of if he had the chance.
Raised in poverty, he understood hardship, one that built character and integrity from his adopted parents.
In this new life, nothing about him had truly changed and that was both a blessing, and a misfortune.
Karna found himself frowning. His stay in Kuru had been oddly extending day after day when he should have already departed by now.
He was a warrior, and was no fool.
The attempts to keep him in Kuru were hardly unnoticed for the past few days, and it was his fault that he kept delaying. It was like Kuru's management understood him too well, and kept presenting him with tasks they knew he would not refuse by principle alone.
Gathering food for the starved, saving children isolated from an ill adventure, clearing out animals threatening livestock, it varies day by day.
All had the same pattern however. Long, and not something one could complete quickly even with both power, speed, and wit.
As much as Karna had already caught on, the requests were real.
That was the problem.
Karna sighed, they got him good.
"Hello, friend!"
A voice suddenly caught Karna off guard while he was walking through Kuru. Given the tasks he's been completing and the sight of him single-handedly repelling a beast tide, his popularity was soaring in Kuru.
Unbeknownst to Karna, Kunti also had a hand in the matter, but that purpose was for a later time.
The present result was that Karna preferred to stay out of the public eye and carry out his aid to others while concealed.
It just so happened that Karna had stumbled into an area of Kuru, Kunti, Surya, and Indra would not have wanted him to stumble into. However, the guards could not be blamed. Karna's capability was far above their own, and it wasn't as if Karna had been carrying ill-intentions either.
Turning in the direction of the voice that called out to him, Karna found himself staring at a pair of iron bars that framed the side of a sturdy house's window.
A man wearing elephant tusks could be seen smiling from the other side; a man that didn't fail to garner Karna's attention.
This familiar and wise divinity…
"You are, Ganesh?" Karna said cordially, easing his guard.
As if unsurprised with being recognized in Kuru, Ganesh gestured to the window and made himself comfortable.
"Care to speak for a while?" Ganesh asked, peering into Karna's internal plight. It was practically something that came natural to Ganesh. "I can tell that you seem to find yourself at an impasse, and if anything, I'm a God that can help overcome them."
Indeed. Ganesh was a God whose aspects revolved around overcoming obstacles. He was known for great wisdom, and wisdom was something Karna could use right now.
"My name is Lancer, but you may call me by my true name Lord Ganesh. You of all Gods deserve it. I am Karna, " Karna introduced, taking the time to lean his back on the wall beside the window.
He could tell that Ganesh was doing the same.
Oddly, Ganesh seemed like he was in confinement?
It was a question for later.
A change occurred when Karna had introduced himself.
For a moment, a flicker of realization passed over Ganesh's eyes, and it connected with the odd behavior of Indra and Surya.
The warmth of the sun identical to Surya's own, and the knowledge Ganesh had obtained from Orario left a single conclusion.
"Ah, so you're Surya's boy? The might of the sun dwells strongly within you." Ganesh saw right through everything now. For the time being, he held back on letting Karna know that he'd been sent here on Shirou and the others' request. Karna already appeared well aware of those waiting for him anyway. "If you're willing, I'm more than willing to listen to your troubles?"
"It would be unwise not to confide with you when given the opportunity," Karna let out a small smile and began to recount his dilemma.
Ganesh was more than aware of who could be causing Karna to continue delaying his departure. He alone had both sides of the story here, but there was one aspect he could account for that Karna might have missed.
The issue was that Kunti and Surya's concerns weren't without merit.
"Regardless of those trying to keep you in Kuru, what would you do if the fallout of the Dragon's victory or defeat were to spill over into Kuru?" Ganesh asked.
"..."
Karna crossed his arms and hung his head in thought.
Dharma and Duty, Karna was a warrior that abided by both.
Once he agrees to a task, he should see it through.
Wise Ganesh.
It was an encounter that helped quell Karna's doubts.
Karna thought about it, and made a decision while using his link to convey his thoughts to the Master.
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