New Delhi,
Mid-1919
The corridors of power hummed with activity, yet within the quiet confines of his private study, Arjun Sen felt a weariness deeper than any political trial. Immortality had bestowed upon him a unique vantage—the witness of history's tide—but also an unbearable solitude. Decades had turned to centuries, and though the battles shifted, the weight carried by his endless existence pressed equally heavy.The union he helped forge thrived politically, yet its survival demanded relentless vigilance. Each day brought news of new threats—foreign conspiracies, internal dissent, and residual colonial sympathizers lurking in shadowed corners. Arjun had become not just the guardian of India's sovereignty, but the linchpin holding its unity intact.He contemplated the faces of his comrades—brilliant and vibrant, living out the short mortal spans he could never share. Their passions burned brightly, sometimes recklessly, while his own resolve was tempered by centuries of knowledge and quiet sacrifice. The loneliness was a constant companion, a reminder that his battle crossed time, not just territory.Arjun's shinigami eyes saw beyond mere life and death; they perceived the delicate threads of loyalty, trust, and fear that held the republic together. The Death Note, once a tool of calculated justice, now felt heavier—each name written stirred a part of himself lost among centuries of conflict.Despite the burden, Arjun refused retreat. Every victory reinforced his commitment, and the dream of a free, prosperous India was the beacon guiding his immortal soul. Yet doubts gnawed—a creeping question of whether a single man's hand, no matter how firm, could wield fate without losing what made him human.The world beyond India was changing rapidly—the aftermath of war redrawing borders and alliances. Arjun needed to navigate these new realities with the same subtlety and strength that had won Indian independence. The path was uncertain, the stakes higher than ever.That night, beneath the Indian tricolor's fluttering presence against the moonlit sky, Arjun Sen made a silent vow—to guard the Union's fragile peace and to bear the eternal burden of its protector, no matter the personal cost.