Prajapatya Astra

"Arjuna, I never knew you had this side to you. I'm so sorry, as your mother, I didn't realize it... I always thought you were the most obedient child, so obedient it was almost heartbreaking. I never considered your inner feelings, Arjuna..."

His mother's words were hard for him to accept; they made him feel even more powerless than when he faced Bai Mo's Self-Destruction Realm.

Because at this moment, he could not bring himself to die like this, so that a new god might be born from his remains.

"No, I am not Arjuna, I am Black, your son has already..."

"What are you talking about? No matter what kind of split personality you have or whatever, you are still my child."

Kunti's words made his heart tremble. Even though he regarded this mother as an unnecessary obstacle, his own mother was still willing to hold his hand.

"Don't leave me, my child. I've experienced saying goodbye to my husband, how can I watch my child perish completely..."

Hot tears fell on Arjuna's face, but a sense of self-reproach welled up in Arjuna eyes. He had lived his entire life as the hero that others expected most, always striving to do his best in everything.

He was Drona's best disciple.

Kunti was the most obedient and capable child.

He was the most obedient younger brother and the strongest warrior in the Yudhishthira.

Do not expose the darkness within your heart, and do not use schemes or tricks, for these are not things that "Arjuna" would do. However, the person before you is just like Karna of old.

"It's okay to be imperfect. No one is perfect, and this world doesn't only allow perfect people to live."

At this moment, even knowing the truth, even knowing that he was seen as an unnecessary obstacle, even knowing that the Arjuna before him was another Arjuna, not his own child.

Kunti, however, still placed Arjuna on his knees.

If it were a god, wouldn't he surely condemn this behavior? But the Arjuna of today may no longer be the God of the End he once was. Even if he is not perfect, even if evil exists within him.

His own mother still loved him.

In this situation, how could a child possibly do something that would make their mother cry?

In this situation, how can one deny these feelings and regard them as imperfect?

The Maha Pralaya gradually dissipated, and figures departed from Arjuna's body—the gods of yesteryear. A bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, and Indra arrived beside Arjuna. The king of the gods said nothing; with a wave of his hand, he captured Gandiva and handed him to Arjuna.

I've always admired you.

After delivering this message, Indra also disappeared without a trace, leaving the place to Arjuna and Kunti.

"Mother... I'm so tired."

I'm exhausted, really exhausted. I've been pushing myself to do everything perfectly. My older brother is the de facto king, and he has to be an outstanding archer.

As the son of the god-king Indra, he must be a noble warrior.

He must be a law-abiding younger brother; therefore, since his older brother is unmarried, he should let his brother get married first. He must obey his elder brother's words, even if it means risking everything he has on the gambling table.

One must be of noble character; therefore, while the Duryodhana side may freely employ schemes and tricks, one cannot use them... one cannot use them personally.

He must do all of the above well; as for being himself... that's too much of a luxury.

Now, he can finally do his own thing, like take a break.

Kunti took something out from behind him; it was a conch shell.

Then, she put the conch shell to her lips and blew a melodious tune. A strong sense of weariness surged into Arjuna's heart. Sleepiness, a strong sense of sleepiness, rose up, and he gradually could no longer hold on. His body collapsed even faster.

Death arrives silently, yet with utmost tranquility and peace.

"What's this?"

"Mr. Bai Mo gave it to me, saying that using this would at least allow you to get a good night's sleep."

The Prajapatya Astra was a gift from Bhishma to thank Bai Mo for protecting Gandhari and teaching Karna to become a man.

This is a very special magical artifact. Legend has it that even Bhishma's teacher, Rama with the Axe, was unaware of its existence. This artifact has no offensive power; once used, it only puts the opponent into a peaceful slumber, thus ending the battle without bloodshed.

Long ago Bhishma abducted Princess Amba. Princess Amba complained to Rama with the Axe -Rama with the Axe, hoping that he would uphold justice. Rama with the Axe immediately attacked Bhishma, and Bhishma wanted to use the Prajapatya Astra as his trump card, but was stopped by the gods.

After that, the item became useless to Bhishma, who was constantly on campaigns and did not need bloodless victories. However, he worried that Karna might become an enemy of the Pandavas, and in that case, he might need the item.

Before the great battle with Shiva, Vishnu infused his conch shell with divine power, hoping to peacefully resolve the conflict with Shiva. However, Bai Mo and Kama unexpectedly emerged victorious.

During this battle, after Bai Mo was found by Kama, he made arrangements to hand over the Prajapatya Astra to Kunti, so that she could perform the third move.

On the parrot, Bai Mo and Kama turned around to look at the fading God of the End, both showing expressions of relief.

"It's finally over. It turns out Krishna was right after all. To defeat the God of the End, you need to deny yourself."

"I don't think that guy expected this either. It's amazing you even thought of it—beating him into incapacitation and then having Kunti do all this."

Kama's gaze held a complex mix of emotions, with a hint of reminiscence in his eyes.

Back in the Ooku, it was Kasuga no Kasuga-no-Tsubone, her mother, who played a decisive role.

"The love of growing up...?"

Kama murmured to himself, then looked up at the sky with a touch of melancholy.

Bai Mo turned his gaze to the distorted world in the distance. Arjuna had summoned the Fantasy Tree, and the entire world's spacetime had fallen into distortion.

"Kama, please take me somewhere."

"No." Kama and Shiki in his mind said in unison, Kama putting a finger to Bai Mo's lips. Shiki in his mind also issued a stern warning.

"I put you in this risk because I trust you, but that's no excuse for you to resist. Look how weak you are now, and you still want to move the Fantasy Tree?"

Bai Mo, I really need to lock you up and teach you a lesson about valuing life.

Shi said with a dangerous smile, which made Bai Mo's back tremble.

But...

"What are you worried about? Even if the sky falls, you won't be the only one holding it up. Look." Kama glanced in that direction and saw Shiva had already spread out his huge hand, and the dark power of time had fixed the entire space in place.

The other gods also sprang into action. Previously, they had been unable to manifest themselves due to the presence of the God of the End, but now, none of them wanted to see this world perish.

"Alright, you should rest well after the battle. Or should I go and retrieve the Prajapatya Astra now?"

"Let's forget about that." Bai Mo shook his head helplessly, but a look of relief crossed his face. Then, he closed his eyes; he needed some rest.