Reborn In 17th century India with Black Technology-Chapter 816: Bhavanth Xochipilli 2

Bhavanth also imagined how his town would be after it had been transformed into a city. But he was not mature enough to understand why it was bad that their town would become a city. Why wouldn't it be peaceful and lively? The uncles and aunts living in the town would still live there in their own homes, wouldn't they? Why does it matter?

But all these thoughts were soon put in the back of his mind as he entered the emigration office at the port.

Thankfully, as he was being personally escorted by the uncle police officer, he was quickly led in. The uncle police officer took out a document from his pocket and handed it over to the civil servant aunty at the counter.

"Name: Bhavanth Xochipilli"

"Age: 13"

"Nationality: Bharatiya"

"Aadhaar card number: 9241 6783 1205"

"....."

"....."

Soon, the civil servant read through the application form and entered all the details into the registry and the passport, but when she saw the reason for going to the Bharatiya Empire she was surprised, "Huh, higher education and that too college? And it's actually a fully paid scholarship?" The woman's eyes widened.

She looked at the native boy with amazement and even a little admiration. Even the kids of businessmen and high-ranking military and political officers who lived in the frontier struggled to pass the college entrance examination of the Bharatiya Empire, but this kid, who definitely did not live in the frontier for more than 6 years, had not only passed the examination but also obtained a fully funded scholarship. How amazing is that? Not to mention, the boy looked to be no more than 12 or 13.

Could it be that he is one of the kind of geniuses that are mentioned in the newspapers and in those fictional stories? The middle-aged woman's eyes became a little weird—it was as if countless thoughts were running through her mind, imagining various scenarios. Fortunately, the burly middle-aged policeman cleared his throat at the right time, which brought the civil servant woman back to reality.

"Um, sorry, ah... Right, everything is correct, it all checks out, but I would require a proof of the full scholarship."

"Oh!" The policeman quickly looked at Bhavanth.

Bhavanth immediately understood and quickly pulled out the documents that he had placed in the deepest part of the bag.

Taking over the scholarship details, she was once again more surprised because the scholarship was actually from the Raya University—the most elite university in the Bharatiya Empire and the first-ranking university in the empire, and arguably even in the whole world.

Although this was only a scholarship for the boy to enter a first-tier pre-university college (PUC) of his choice, this was already stepping one step into the most premier university in the empire. You have to know, countless millionaires in the empire are willing to give out hundreds of thousands of Varaha, if not even more, to get a chance to admit their kids into this premier university, But now, this boy, like a towering tree that grew out of concrete, outshined all the geniuses and competition from a backward and deserted frontier like their Vidya Nagari.

Thinking about it, her eyes became hot. "It's a pity he's too young... or else...," she eyed the young man like a wild predator.

Fortunately, the policeman had seen that the passport had been sealed and signed, so he quickly took over the passport and left to the harbour without paying attention to the middle-aged woman who was obviously abnormal in her mind.

The fresh air of the salty sea breeze hit Bhavanth's face, slowing down his footsteps by a few beats.

He had actually developed a little fear of large ships, especially after his childhood experience where he got sick due to the month-long travel on the Pacific Ocean. But he was also fascinated by it—it was as if imagining countless scenarios of adventures on the ship would boil his blood. His feeling was contradictory, as if he was a pirate ship captain conquering the most dangerous waters by going on the most thrilling adventures, but did not know how to swim.

Thankfully, he understood that the journey this time would only take a few days, and even then, he would not be travelling at night but only during the day, and there would be few stops along the way. He felt relieved.

As he was waiting, something immediately caught his eye—a group of Native Americans got down from the large ship on the second platform of the harbour, with uncertainty, panic, and fear in their eyes. He even saw a little kid around seven to eight years old who looked scrawny and malnourished, held in the arms of her father.

Looking at this image, for some reason, it reminded him of that majestic figure in his mind that only appears occasionally in his dreams, and also his own situation 6 years ago. The next moment, without hesitation, he sank his hands into his large leather bag, rummaged through its contents, and took out a few sweet sugarcane tofis Grandpa Chitti had given him.

He quickly ran to the group of Native Americans.

Pilli Xōchiskiki Acolmiztli was holding his daughter in his hands, looking around cautiously. If he were the only one captured, he would fight to his death, like any brave warrior in his tribe would, but unfortunately or fortunately, he was with his daughter when everything happened, so he could only give in and let the White Devils bind him up and ship him on a large ship. He thought this was going to be his and his daughter's end. He felt very angry and regretful, thinking that everyone was going to be sold into slavery and made to do cruel, torturous labour. He wouldn't mind if it were only him, but thinking about his daughter, his heart felt pain as if it were cut by a thousand knives and pricked by a thousand needles.

Fortunately, his hope was rekindled as a group of unusual-looking people, completely different from the White Devils, told them that they were going to be settled in another place. They would get to live a new life far away from the White Devils, where they would not be hunted, prosecuted, or discriminated against, and would live with dignity. His mind relaxed a little.

But suddenly, getting down from the ship, which had been his safe space for the last month and a half, and finding himself in an unfamiliar place, his instincts started to come back to him. He looked around everywhere as if he were looking at prey.

*Tap tap tap*

Suddenly, he heard someone running toward him at a fast speed. He reflexively turned his daughter to the other side and took a fighting stance with his only free arm, but what he saw completely took him by surprise.

It was a boy who undoubtedly was a native, just like him. But his dress, as well as his aura, was completely different from people like them. But no matter what, it was undeniable that this boy was one of the natives, just like them, especially after seeing the colourful feather tied in his hair bun.

Pilli Xōchiskiki Acolmiztli even seemed to see a vague resemblance to someone he once hated in the facial structure of the young man.

Bhavanth did not care how the people of his birthplace looked at him. Instead, he ran straight to the young girl, who was hugged and tucked away by her father. He took out the toffee in his hand and placed it in the hand of the little girl.

"Cualli tlācualchīhuāyōtl" (Welcome home).

The two words he uttered caused countless waves. The natives, who were still vigilant despite the reassurance from the Bharatiyas, slowly began to relax.

Looking at one of their own, seeing such a good life, made them a little reassured.

Tlālocayotl Tecuhtli Acolmiztli looked at the tofi in her hand, which the strange Big Brother had given her. She immediately twitched her nose at the sweet smell the toffee emanated, but she hesitated. She looked at her father, but seeing as how he was not looking at her, she quickly put the toffee in her mouth and smiled enjoyably.

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Pilli Xōchiskiki Acolmiztli immediately noticed the movement of his daughter, but his eyes soon became complicated.

"Boy, what is your name?"

Bhavanth was about to walk away, but when he heard that the question was directed toward him, he turned around and replied, "Bhavanth Xochipilli." Waving goodbye, he turned back and ran away after seeing that his ship had arrived and the police uncle seemed to be calling him from a distance.

Pilli Xōchiskiki Acolmiztli seemed to be stunned. He even ignored the words of the brown men who kept urging them to go inside. Maybe it was a few seconds, or even a few minutes, but he suddenly burst into laughter. However, the laughter was filled with bitterness, and unconsciously, a few tears flowed out of his eyes.

"Xochipilli, Xochipilli, Xochipilli."

"I used to hate the people from this tribe before, but now, a person from this very tribe, whom I considered a lifelong enemy, showed me and my daughter such kindness. But those White Devils, whom we showed kindness to, actually conspired against the tribe and brutally massacred the chief and his family."

"Huitzilopochtli," God of Sun and War.

"Is this what you wanted to show me? Good, good. My eyes are now wide open."

P.S. Uff, for a moment I got worried, thinking that I had forgotten how to write a novel since I haven't written for the last two days. Even this morning, when I started to write, I struggled a lot. Fortunately, it seemed like everything came back to me by the evening, and surprisingly enough, there's even an extra chapter.