Rama's POV-

Man, I'm getting too old for this kind of shit. I looked at the Garden headquarters from the roof of the building parallel to it. I could just go from the main door but I needed some action in this boring old life. The distance between the buildings was at least 100 meters. Let's have some fun. I jumped from the room transforming my spirit into a glider.

I tore through the wind towards the building. I felt like a bird doing this stunt. Maybe it was my incompetence or maybe I was enjoying it too much that I was a bit off in my calculations. I flew past the building by 5 meters. I quickly changed my spirit into a wall and propelled myself using it. I crashed through the window and landed inside an office room.

"How can I help you sir." the man sitting behind the table politely asked me. I was surprised how this guy was not freaking out seeing a man come from his window. But the plate on his table stating his job title told me everything I needed to know.

"Where is Garz?" I asked the man sitting as the new Head of the Garden.

"Unfortunately he passed away," he said still with a smile on his face.

"Good men do die first," I said with my head down.

"Indeed." the men replied copying me. We both stood silently for two minutes to pay respect to the man named Garz.

"So why don't we get to the business? You should know who I am right?" I asked as I sat on the seat in front of him.

"Yes Mr. Rama I know everything about you," he said while looking straight into my eyes.

"So you wouldn't mind if I kill off the 3rd branch of the garden right?" I said fiddling with a pen.

"I heard about your son. It truly saddens me that the hatred of our 3rd branch with the Dimans has taken yet another life. But wiping them out would mean cutting off the limbs of our organization. And at times where The Hermits are also coming out, it might be a loss for everyone." He said with an amiable smile.

"Don't worry I alone am enough for them," I said while crushing the pen in my hand.

"Don't make things difficult Mr. Rama. I would like to suggest you a preposition. How about we let the younger generations handle this? I heard that all of your grandchildren attend FLM school. Call it a will of the god but the heir of the third branch is also there. So a clash is bound to happen. It was all started because of the younger generation and they will be the one to end it." he proposed to me.

"Sounds good, but if any of the old fogeys of the Garden try to interfere.....It will be the end of the Garden itself." I warned him.

"Yes I will be responsible if anything happens," he said while bowing his head.

"So, would you like a coff-" he said before I went out the way I came.

I transformed my spirit again into the glider and glided away.