অধ্যায় ১৪৬: অতিদ্বৈত আত্মিক মূল ও সম্পূর্ণ দমন (৫ হাজার শব্দ)

হotel-e ferar pothe hongliyan thot fuliyeo khub khushi chhilo na.
tar mone onek koutuhol chhilo, kebing jeno tar kachhe ek rohoshyo hoye uthechhilo.
prothome ek chomotkar kalo panio, ja age kokhono pan koreni, protom chumi oushodher moto lagleo khub shigghiri asokto kore tole, tarpor ekta lakho takar beshi byalance-er ektis smart card...
kintu kebing-er ektai kotha, jiggasha korona, korlei bolbe amader bari onek taka, boro dhoni, ar tar ei kotha majhe majhe bodle jeto, jemon ami byatman wgera kichu ekta.
hongliyan bujhte parlo na, byatman ke?
dadak.
hoteler lift ese gelo, dujon bhitore dhuklo.
hongliyan tebis tolay tiplo, birokti niye pasher poster-er dike takalo.
poster-ti ekjon notun ustad-er bigyapon, model ti ekos thrisiksihandred, dekhte khuboi shondor, eta ekta dhangsha-dharmi pet poribarer khela, manobota hothat dhongsha-samnar shikar hoyeche, nayoker ekmatro bhorosha shudhu ekdal shaktishali biral, dhongshar modhye juddho korar golpo.
"biral ustad-rao ki pet chalaben, bigyapon-er prachar..."
hongliyan chokh tiplo, dano, she hothat kichu ekta bujhe felo!
chomotkar panio, gopon dhoni, prothomber baire asha, aro beshi tothyo dite oniha, eta nishchoy-i gopon biral ustad poribar chhara ar kichu noy!
shudhu puraton biral ustad-rai eto dhoni hote paren, chhotoder sahajjo korte paren, ebong shudhu chhotobela theke priyo dulal hisebe bhalobasha peye, duniyar khabar na rakhe emon keu baire esei manibag harale, bus card-e ulto shat lakho taka thakle, hoyto sadharon niom-i hobe, bari theke paliye asha...
hongliyan-er drishti kebing-er upor thande hoye ashlo.
she sobsomoy bhabto jeno se din na din ekjon biral ustad hobei.
tai, ekhon shudhu ager theke porichoy kora matro, otoi to shat lakho taka, pani-bhaat, shunechi biral ustad-der ekta bigyapon-ei koti taka hoy.
pasher kebing matha tilt korlo.
ajob, hongliyan ki eka eka hasche?
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"biral-er shakti, tritiyo dhash!"
biral-er shilalipir opor shokal-er kichu shobdo jholmol kore.
meyeti pariksha kora hat gutiye nilo, kono bhabhange chara matha nichu korlo, chapiye dhora hat-ti etoi jore chhilo je anguler ag gulo sada hoye giyoche, nokh gulo mangshe dhukiye kosto hocchhe.
"kebing, biral-er shakti tritiyo dhash, ponchas nombor fail..."
biral shilalipir pashe, ekjon bhodrolok thanda mathe folaafal janale.
tar kotha mukh theke berotei, shrenikokhe ekti gogol shuru hoye gelo.
"are, ei boka ta amader panch nombor shrenir shob lojja shesh kore dilo."
"haha, tritiyo dhash, khubi koruna, amar bhai to skuler boyei tritiyo dhash chhilo..."
"shundor hoye ki hobe, shudhu ekta showpiece, shokti na thakle onnora attachar kore."
chhapashir upohash jowarer moto ese, meyetir kaner modhye dhuklo, jeno koto gulo chhuri, ridhoyer modhye dhukiye diye, abar bere niye, abar dhukiye, abar bere niyechhe.
meyeti dhire dhire matha tullo, ekta poripurno porisori mukhoro chehara samne anlo, onuposthit drishti niye ei shob shrenir bondhuder mukher upor chokh buliye nilo, se mukhe shobdo korlo, kokil-er moto mishti awaj, ekta o-bhosha thande niye: "tirish bochor purbe nodi purbe, tirish bochor poschime, gribo meye ke helo koro na!"
ek ghonta por, samner alor aboron hothat neme ashlo.
kebing moner bhab niye, tripti niye ek shwas felechhe.
se ekhon nila biral kheliya cafe-te net chalacche, ei prithibhir biggan biral-er shokti-r opor nirbhor kore, tai rupayoner dik theke onek besi shoktishali, jemon display light aboron dara poribortito hoyechhe, jemon biddut-o biral-er shokti dara jogan kora hoy, tai take biral biddut kendro bola hoy.
"ei prothom-er shuru ta ektu mithe, shobuj pariksha onek ager kotha, ekhon shob gopon pariksha folaafal hoy na, sobai nije nije dekhte pare, ar bondhuder modhye somporko kothay eto kharap hoy..."
hongliyan uthe dariye jinishpotro gochhate laglo, bollo: "kebing, protom tin epishod dekhe kemon laglo? ei notun shohor jiben natok 'biral bhedong shokti' ki bhalo lagche?"
kebing mone mone bhablo: "khub bhalo, prothome juddho drishyo gulo khubi shondor, ebong abeg gulo khubi shukko ar sotti, tarpor diniker jibener khutinati gulo onek, akash-er kothay noi, manush-er mone hoy sotti-i je."
"hehe, amar shparish kora jinishto bhalo jinis!"
hongliyan-er hashi ujjol chhilo, nijer pochhondo jinis onnoke dewa, shobar shathe ekta jinis pochhondo kora, khubi anondodai byapar, abeg-er dik theke khub tripti ashe.
dujon cafe chhere chole gelo, hongliyan abar bollo: "toke bolchhi, vetorer biral shongrajer ride-er epishod ta, amar hashte hashte morbar obostha hoyechhilo, ekdom bhabini..."
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ek sho tola nil amoniya pariksha bhaban.
lingon pariksha bibhag aashi-at tola ekta room-er modhye.
hongliyan hath nare, bhitore dhuklo, "ami age bhitore giye pariksha debo."
kebing pashe boshe achhe, hate ekta table niye.
se tar swopno computer-er sahajjo niye shubai-er shathe kotha bolchhi.
shubai-er kotha onujayi, kalo kowasa jekono hok, muktiber ei prithibhir niom gulo, oboshswo shekhte hobe.
kebing table bhorate laglo, kichu ta mugdho.
jonmosthan waba, boyos wgera, she kichui jane na.
sothik bolte, nije ekta onno prithibhi manush, kono porichoy thaka uchit noy.
tobu, ei table-er opor aro ekti option achhe, porichoy tothyo pora jay, shudhu angul ta rakhte hobe, kebing koutuholi hoye angul ta rekhe dilo, table nije nije refresh hote laglo, khub shighiri nije nije bhora shesh holo, abar takalo.
kebing, atharo bochor, roktim shohor akash-jol eloka dragon para tin sho shat nombor.
mata-pita dujonai mrito, onno kono attio nei, sarkari high school theke pass korechhe.
"mithye porichoy, mata-pita mrito kono attio nei bondhu nei jeno sadharon niom... pass kora shreni boro shreni, mishro shikkhon, sadharan manush shudhu pasher shathe kotha jane, kono bhoy nei phash howar."
kebing poriksha korlo, ei porichoy khubi nirdos, ebong lingon parikshao boyos-er niom achhe, oboshswo atharo bochor-er pore hote hobe, bole dehorer joggota sthayi hote hobe, ebong shobar shokol shishukal bhalo rakhar jonne.
table bhora shesh howar por, kebing submit korlo, tarpor line-e thakar shonket dilo.
dosh minit por, kebing ekta sada pariksha room-e dhuklo, bhitore chikitsa cabin-er moto jontro, ekhon line line kore jachhe.
room-er modhye ekta awaj holo, "apnar pariksha cabin shongkha shotrish."
shasher ekta pariksha cabin-er shobuj bati jolchhe, kebing giye shuye porlo, nirdesh moto shopne chole gelo.
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ekhon, pariksha bhaban monitoring tin.
wei chun ajker lingon pariksha data poriksha korchhe.
prottek saptaha pariksha folaafal ashar por, poroborti saptaha shombar, bhorti din hobe, onek biswabiddaloy ar shongstha asbe manush chhiniye nite, shesh somoy pariksha bhaban-er grahon tola-te manushe bhore thake.
wei chun monitoring bibhager hisebe, kichu chhotto shubidha peyechhe, she shobcheye age bhalo chhara khuje pete pare, ager theke onnoke bikri kore, taka kamao sohoj, keu kichu bolte parbe na, ke tar baba biral ustad.
"gopon kotha, lingon shatati, gun gulo beshi complex, sadharon..."
"maity, lingon athashi, bhalo bhalo, uran lingon, uka-akash shongstha pochhondo korbe..."
wei chun ekjon puraton byabosayee, chokh khubi tikhyo.
tin second-e, se dekhte pare manush gulo podobi ache kina.
lingon, biral prithibhir modhye, manone kore tumi shadhon korte parbe kina.
lingon shobmot atharo rokom, jemon sadharon, agun, jol, ghash, biddut, baraf, poka, uran, mathi, pathar, juddho, shokti, bhut, bish, dushto, loha, dragon, pori.
prottek manush janmor theke, atharo rokom lingon thake, lingon-er shongkha, bhalobhabe shobcheye uchu ekta, manone kore tumi ei bishoye joggota achho, ebong lingon mot shobar pray shoman, tai joto beshi ekdeshi toto shoktishali, jodi shob shoman hoy, tobe bhire hariye jabe.
"hongliyan, lingon nobboy, abar virul dragon goner, bhalo chhara..."
wei chun niche takate laglo, kintu thombe gelo.
se vishwas korte chailo na chokh, lingon podobi graph-er dike takalo.
lingon podobi graph ekta bar graph, shobmot atharo ti bar, ebong bamer upore total lingon podobi chinho, sadharon manush-er mot do shoto-r moto.
ei graph-er mot ti ek hajar, jekhane du ti bar akash-e chhootche! jemon juddho holo dui sho tirish, shokti holo pacho kuri!
wei chun eto obak holo, thot khule bondho korte parlo na.
"shombhob noi, du sho holeo holo, abar pacho kuri, eta shombhob noi..."
jante hobe, jora gun to shokoler modhye ekta.
jekhane juddho du sho chhariye geche, eta to lakhe ekta.
ar pacho kuri porjonto, eta myth-er moto porjonto, ultra double lingon podobi!
thik tokhoni, wei chun kachhakachi tarar awaj shunte pelo, se uthe dariye dekhlo, shob sathe koligra gulo, ekta ekta kore baire doure giye phone korchhe.
se obak holo, hothat bujhe felo.
boka, ami boka hoyechi, ekhon shighiri baire giye khobor bikri kori!
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gile fela shongsthar villa eloka.
kebing du tolay, hongliyan ek tolay.
ekhon, dujonai nirobvabe shadhon korchhe.
prothome lingon parikshaye golmal, ebong dojon dojon shongsthar khorodori lorai, kebing sheshe ei shongstha beche nilo, mukhyoto hongliyan pochhondo korar jonne, ebong parivesh bhalo.
kebing buk-e ekta thanda biral korechhe, baraf-er moto rong, eta tar guru ba-samrat take niye pash-er biral mahadesh theke niye ashechhe, tokhon-er ghotona lingon pariksha-r moto ulto palta, chhatar moto biral gulo tar buk-e dhukte chaichhe...
kebing shadhon korte korte, shadhon-er dorkari kotha gulo mone korchhe.
prothome, lingon podobi bujhaye, bikash-er dik bujaye.
ditiyo, batas theke ling gas tan, sadharon manush-er upaye.
tarpor, aro taratari upay, ling pathar-er maddhome shadhon, taratari agiye jawa, nijer abostha uchu kora.
kebing tokhoni biral tola churti, prothom tola pet chola, ditiyo tola chumbon, tritiyo... buker thanda biral khub shokhi kore tole, chhoto nokh du dik khule, chokh ghumto, ghur ghur awaj kore, thanda biral shorir theke nije nije ling gas chharate shuru kore, kebing dara shoshon kora hoy.
thik tai, jake ling pathar bole, asole holo... biral.
biral mahadesh, biral holo ling pathar, biral holo akash prithibir shokti rupantorito jib, khub druto khomota rupantor kore ling gas dehorer modhye meshate pare, abar malik ke dite pare.
shathe, biral juddho shathi, prottek manush ekta birke nijer bole mante pare, biraler shathe shadhon shathe bikash, sheshe biral ustad hote pare, jer modhye bir ustad manush ke bojhay, biral ustad biral ke bojhay.
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ek shaptaha por.
gile fela shongsthar virtual juddho moncho.
shadhon ar juddho eksathe korle, aro bhalo bhabe bere otha jay.
hongliyan ek shwas felle, buker chhotto biral ke namale, prothome, biraler beshi somoy dorkar shadhon korar jonne, tai thothai juddho-te bhag nite parlo na.
hongliyan hate ekta yudh-hathuri niyechhe, du meter uchu, boro obak, kintu tokhoni tar hate, khela-r moto chhilo.
samner yuan jie ektu matha nichu korlo, chokh thanda, "shongjog korbo, ami to chhar dobo na, shishya-bon."
se shobshomoy shondor meye der ghrina kore, meye mane bipod, shudhu biral-er shothai shashwato, tar nam kharap holeo, shokti bhalo thakay, khubi bhalo vabe thake.
tokhoni, kebing pashe ice cream kinchhe, she hashi diye bollo, "nomoskar, ami ek balti vanila ice cream chai."
eta virtual prithibhi, tai pet kharab howar bhoy nei, kebing ek balti vanila ice cream niye pashe boshe gelo, mojha dekhlo.
juddho shuru holo, hongliyan prothome agiye gelo.
se matro ek shaptaha shadhon korechhe, kono kothin shilpo shekhbar shomoy payeni, tai hongliyan shudhu ekta nirdesh shilpo shekhechhe, dragon-er krodh, joto krodh, toto shokti bhalo, dragon lingon-er shokti podobi ber korte pare, health যত kom toto shokti.
hongliyan-er chokh rokto-lal hoye gelo, damdiyegiye jhapie porlo.
tar hater yudh-hathuri akash-e fele dilo, tarpor seo akash-e jump korlo, nijer hat diye yudh-hathuri dhore, jore fere dilo.
yuan jie tobu kono chhoralo na, "haha, toke puraton ustad-er shokti dekhiye dii..."
yuan jie mukhyoto pathar goner, tokhoni du hate taratari sign korlo, "pathar - shokti shield!"
brush brush brush, ekta ekta pathar mathi theke uthe, shield hoye gelo, yuan jie samne dariye, hongliyan ke samne anlo.
shabdish!
yudh-hathuri ebong pathar dhakha laglo, pathar ekta boro fank hoye gelo, hongliyan-er hater yudh-hathuri-o bishal protirodh shoktite, hat chhere urecchhe.
hongliyan-er mukh bodle gelo, se bhabini se dhorte parbe na.
se pechhone jabe, tar hathiyar na thakle yuan jie-r shathi parbe na.
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"pathar - shokti pathar!"
yuan jie kintu chharo na, muhurto-r modhye onno ekta technique use korlo, ekta mukti diye tar nije toiri pathar shield bhenge dilo, tarpor ekta mukti diye hongliyan ke marlo!
shokti pathar holo pathar lingon-er advanced technique, pathar theke shokti tante pare, shobai pathar-er moto hoye jay, uchu bishal, ashokto.
yuan jie dekhechhe hongliyan ke dhorteni.
se raglo, hongliyan-er chul dhore fele dilo.
se hongliyan ke tene anar por, tar mukhe ekta mukti marlo, ekta, ekta, abar ekta, jokhondo dhulo miliye gelo, hongliyan ke mara hoye behosh hoye gechhe, shokti-bhab.
yuan jie hashe, sahaje hat chhure dilo.
hongliyan mathi te pore gelo, sada alo hoye miliye gelo.
virtual prithibhir juddhe chot lagbe na, kintu manoshik vabe udbodhon kore, tai ekhon hongliyan bastob-e ghum-e chole gechhe.
pashe, kebing chamoch ta namale.
se bhru kuchke, yuan jie-r dike takalo, "shobai ek shongsthar shishya-bhai bon, eto kharap vabe mara keno?"
yuan jie to logout korar kotha chhilo, kintu hashi diye bollo, "judhhe jit-har thake, here gechhe mane here gechhe... tumi try kore dekho na?"
kebing nirobvabe uthe dariye, juddho monchote gelo, chokh bondho kore, nijer hathiyar beche nilo, porer muhurto, ekta long sword tar hate pore gelo.
yuan jie-r drishti aro thanda hoye gelo, shondor meye keu bhalo na! kintu seo halka nile ni, se to shunechhe, samner ei 'prothibha', lingon podobi koto bhoyongkor...
yuan jie: "pathar - rokkha armor!"
mathi-r pathar jol-er moto tar shorire soriye gelo, kichu khon por, ekta bhoyongkor pathar armor tar shorir-e ashlo, dujoner juddho shuru hote cholechhe.
bhetor, kebing-er guru, barsha-guru shob kichu dekhchhen, ar tar shonggi jol-guru pashe, bujhte parlo na, "yuan jie ei chele ta shobshomoy badmash, keno take tomar shishya-der shathe juddho korte dichho, ei parthokko eto boro..."
barsha-guru nishash felle, "kebing-er podobi eto bhoyongkor, ami voy pai se gorbo kore, tai take kichu bhabna dite hobe, bujhte hobe podobi ar shokti alada byapar, aro beshi chesta kore shadhon korte hobe... se sharakhon kapiya bon-er kowasa khonj korchhe, oi shorir-er kaj, tar moto beginner-der jonne noi, tomar agur-er gorbo tule dite hobe..."
porer muhurto, juddho shuru holo.
barsha-guru ar jol-guru dekhlo.
tader khomota onujayi, nishchoy prottek details dekhte parbe.
dekho yuan jie muhurto-r modhye use korlo 「shokti pathar」, 「pathar headbutt」, 「pathar impact」 tin te technique, ekta shokti barano, ekta matha diye bhenge dewa, ekta bighno kora, bola jay khub purno, tarpor druto chhutte ashlo, chokh pagal.
barsha-guru swikar korte hobe: "ei chele-r shobhabe shomoshya thakle o shokti ekdom prothom, ei tin te technique-er chhure dewa goti ar shothikota, shom-dhash hard hara, aro beshi kom dui boro star kebing-er kotha to bolai baul... asha kori se amake dosh debe na."
kebing kintu bokar moto, kono soriye na, chhoralo na.
samne niche pathar impact esechhe, samne yuan jie matha diye ashechhe, samner yuan jie-r mathay pathar shokti dhara-hin, kintu kebing-er chokh udashi, jeno o-shhesh shonnota dekhchhe.
"haha, abar ki prothibha bolchho! shob amar hate hara matro!"
yuan jie mone mone hashi, shob shokti diye kebing-er mukhe marlo!
lokat bole, bhranto mane shondor jinis dhongsha kora, se nijei ekjon shilpo ustad, shobshomoy hat marte pochhondo kore, tar mone ektu anondo dite pare.
porer muhurto.
kebing hater torbari tullo.
se softly bollo: "kalo biral torbari - tritiyo dhash, biral-er hawa..."
ekta sada alo kebing-er torbari theke berolo, shopno-r moto.
bhromore, mone holo ekta kalo biral akash-e esechhe, ekta garjon kore, ekta hawa hoye gelo, yuan jie-r ridhoyer modhye dhuklo...
yuan jie chokhe chokhe shob dekhe gelo.
oi kalo biral kebing-er poyer nicher pathar impact ke bhenge diye, kalo biral softly tar mathar shathe dekha holo.
kalo biral softly tar hath ta tar mathay rakhlo.
ekta chap.
shei muhurto, yuan jie boro arogoto pelo, matha pechhone phire gelo.
ki shokti pathar, ki rokkha armor, shob jeno chilo na, hawa-r moto shokti diye komol vabe uriye dewa holo.
porer muhurto, ei komolta agun hoye gelo.
kebing torbari-er shohayota niye, yuan jie ke poirot-ish badha marlo...
puk!
yuan jie du hatu khure pore gelo, mukh fule gechhe.
mathay jeno lok lohk kotha bolchhe, se to khub boro arogoto pechhe, bolchhe: "shombhob noi, shombhob noi..."
kebing softly mathay neme ashlo.
se chokh tiplo, su torbari-r sthor tar shorir theke chole gelo.
kebing samner yuan jie-r kachhe voy pelo, ki boro shukor mukh...
se bam dane takalo, nijer jaigay phire gelo, ice cream dhore, anonde khete laglo, khaoya shesh kore logout korlo, oboshswo hongliyan ke dekhte gelo.
"eta, eta ki torbari."
barsha-guru obak hoye gelo, se kokhono emon torbari dekheni.
ekta hawa-r moto, komol kintu apri-shothik shokti.
chomotkar ar shongkhippo ekdom shesh porjonto, jar modhye torbari-r shothikota ache.
porer muhurto, barsha-guru kebing-er kachh theke shongbad pelo.
"=guru, kowasa taran obhijan, amake ekta rakho."
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