Kamal, still chilling in his car, shouted, "Yes! That's a good catch—out him, take the wicket!"
He was completely focused on the match, not noticing Ankit's presence.
When the match ended, he wanted to sleep but spotted a shadow on the back seat. Panicking, he rushed out to find Ankit.
He didn't even notice the shadow laughing. Kamal reached the hut door and yanked it open, shocked to find it empty.
"Ankit, where are you? Come here—don't go near the car! There's something in it, dangerous," he called loudly.
He figured an animal had slipped in while he watched the match.
Guilt hit him. I shouldn't have been so careless. Now Ankit's gone. Is he in danger? Where is he? And he hasn't eaten since morning—I should've checked on him...Kamal was still thinking when the shadow spoke.
"Dad, don't panic—there's no danger."
Confused at first—why did the shadow sound like his son?—Kamal realized it was Ankit.
Embarrassed, he covered. "I'm not panicking. I knew it was you—just testing if you're alert to your surroundings."
Ankit saw through it but said nothing. He jumped down. "Dad, stay alert in the mountains. Don't leave the windows open like that. I'm going back to meditate—you prepare dinner."
Kamal snapped angrily, "What? This is your filial piety? Telling me to cook after I worked hard on lunch? You make dinner, or see how I discipline you."
He climbed into the car to relax. Ankit protested, "Dad, you're too much—I'm just a kid, and you're piling all the work on me."
"You're mentally an adult, so you can handle it. Go—don't disturb me," Kamal said, settling in.
Ankit had no choice but to comply. He prepared dinner, adding some grass from around the hut for better taste.
While eating, they exchanged stunned looks—the dish tasted incredible.
Kamal said, "Ankit, you're on duty for breakfast, lunch, and dinner from now on."
Not wanting the chore, Ankit replied, "Dad, it's so good because of the hut grass. You do breakfast and lunch—I'll handle dinner."
He finished quickly, headed to the hut, and added, "Dad, order a cleaner and bedding so I can tidy this place."
Kamal wanted to argue, but Ankit had shut the door."He's no filial son. Fine, I'll order—and bathing stuff, cleaning supplies too. Ahh..." Kamal muttered, placing orders.
Meanwhile, Ankit meditated, gathering essence flow into his root core. "My core's 75% full. In three days, it'll be complete—but what next? Using essence flow from the core strengthens body parts but temporarily, my body's still weak. That's a huge flaw. How do I fix it?
Ah, right—cleanse my body with essence flow. If grass absorbs energy and grows stronger, why not me? But it's dangerous without mastery.
I realize my essence flow control isn't even basic level yet." He practiced: shifting core energy to hand, then leg; releasing it to every body part.
Before, spreading it caused headaches and failure. Now, after repeats, control improved—no waste, temporary strength without instant pain, though an hour will brought discomfort.
Three days passed quickly: Ankit practiced, cooked dinner, gathered essence flow, slept, and ate—that was his routine.
On the final day, his core filled completely. The cyclone grew with better control; he can now gathered from five meters around.
Control perfected, he murmured, "Let's use all the essence flow in my core to cleanse my body and make it stronger."