The day of his departure to Kolkata finally arrived. The entire village accompanied him to the town, their presence a testament to the bond they had forged.
While the villagers went about their business, purchasing supplies and socializing, Varun made his way into the bazaar.
There, near the merchant's stall, he found the merchant's representative, a young man with a nervous demeanor.
"The merchant sends his regards, sir," the young man said, bowing his head respectfully.
"He has arranged for a guide to take you to the metalworkers' bazaar in Kolkata. He believes you will find what you seek there."
He handed Varun a small, leather-bound pouch. "This contains a small token of gratitude from the merchant, sir.
He hopes it will be of assistance on your journey."
Varun accepted the pouch, his gaze fixed on the young man. "Keep an eye on the village for me," he instructed. "Report any unusual activity, any strangers, anything out of the ordinary."
The young man nodded eagerly. "I will, sir. You have our gratitude."
With that, Varun set off towards Kolkata with in small caravan alloted by the merchant specially for varun.
His mind filled with thoughts of the 3D printer, the information he had gathered, and the growing unease that had settled over him.
He knew that the League's agents were still active, their investigation ongoing.
He also knew that the events of the past few weeks had not gone unnoticed.
He was a stranger in this time, a man with abilities beyond their comprehension.
He was a wild card, a potential threat to the established order.
And they would not rest until they understood the nature of this threat, until they knew how to deal with him.
Unknown to Varun, a pair of eyes watched his every move.
Hidden amongst the bustling crowd of the bazaar, a League agent, disguised as a humble peddler, meticulously observed Varun's actions.
Every interaction, every glance, every subtle movement was carefully noted, his observations transmitted in real-time to a hidden receiver.
The agent, a master of disguise and observation, had been shadowing Varun since his arrival in the village.
He had witnessed his strength, his influence, and the growing respect he commanded from the villagers.
He had also witnessed the villagers' fear of Varun, a fear that mirrored his own.
The agent, along with his team of informants, had gathered a wealth of information - Varun's interactions with the villagers, his training sessions, his visits to the riverbank, and even the details of his wedding night.
Every piece of information, no matter how insignificant it seemed, was meticulously documented and relayed back to their superiors in Kolkata.
The League, receiving this steady stream of intelligence, began to piece together a disturbing picture.
They were not dealing with a mere rogue element, but with a man of extraordinary abilities, a man who could challenge their authority and disrupt their plans.
The fear that had gripped their agents in the field now began to permeate the higher echelons of the League.
This was no ordinary adversary. This was something far more dangerous, something that demanded their full attention.
The decision was swift and decisive. A special task force, comprised of their most elite operatives, was assembled.
Their mission: to eliminate the threat, to neutralize the stranger before he could cause further disruption. The hunt had begun.