Calcutta, Early 1913
Arjun Sen stood before a sea of faces in a packed hall, the air thick with anticipation and the scent of incense and sweat. Behind him, proudly displayed, fluttered a bold new banner—the Indian tricolor, a vivid emblem forged from the vivid memories of his previous life. The saffron, white, and green stripes symbolized courage, peace, and growth—colors that burned bright in the heart of a restless nation yearning for independence.This was no mere flag; it was a powerful symbol that unified diverse communities under a single banner of nationalist pride. Arjun had resurrected this emblem not only from memory but as a vision of a future India—one free from colonial chains and ripe with promise.His extremist nationalist party, now named the Swaraj Sena (Army of Self-Rule), had grown from whispered rebellion to political force. In recent elections to the Legislative Assembly of India, the party secured numerous seats, surprising both British officials and rival factions. Arjun's speeches, imbued with fiery patriotism and pragmatic vision, resonated deeply with voters craving tangible change.The Legislative Assembly became a battleground—a forum where Arjun wielded rhetoric with the same precision as the Death Note in the shadows. By day, he negotiated laws, challenged colonial decrees, and rallied public opinion. By night, he continued his shadow war, striking silently at the corrupt pillars propping up the empire.His party's rise unsettled the Raj. British officials scrambled to discredit his movement publicly, labeling the Swaraj Sena as dangerous extremists while privately fearing their growing influence. Yet Arjun's dual strategy—political legitimacy paired with covert sabotage—kept the empire off balance.Within party ranks, Arjun was both revered and enigmatic. Few knew the extent of his supernatural powers or the burden of immortality that shaped every decision he made. For him, the flag was more than a symbol—it was a promise etched in history's ink, a future he was determined to write with both voice and invisible hand.Each seat won was a victory not just over the colonial government, but over despair—proof that a new India was awakening, its destiny aflame beneath the tricolor.