Even Ravan has known defeat.
The demon king, despite his powers,
despite his boons,
has felt the harsh bite of the chain,
known the ignominy of servitude.
Yet, there is one within his army
who has never suffered such shame.
One who instead fought alongside Ravan
and has chained the gods themselves.
The son of Ravan.
He who conquered Indra, the king of the gods.
Indrajit.
He made the proud, immortal devas kneel at the feet of Ravan.
It's amazing.
A home away from home.
A palace fit for a king.
How wonderful!
After you, dear brother.
You are most kind.
I should have gone with him.
This was for Hanuman to do alone, Angad.
No one could aid him with the next step of his journey.
And it was quite a step.
What is he now, Jambhvan? A deva?
Hanuman will always be Hanuman. He will always be your friend, Angad.
What can I offer him, now?
What do I have that he does not have a hundred-fold?
You are Angad, Prince of Kishkindha, son of the great Vaali.
You have more to offer.
Great Vaali?
My father was strong, not great.
No, you are right.
What he became should not overshadow what he was.
He was a legend. He was courageous, loyal and bold.
I mourn his passing, but take joy in his legacy, you.
Me?
You have all of Vaali's gifts, most of his strengths,
all his courage and you have the wisdom of learning from his mistakes.
I do not ask you to equal him, Angad.
I ask you to surpass him.
If you wish to truly honour the man he was,
then become an even better one.
That is the wish of all fathers.
Now, it looks like Nil and Nal need help before their hut drops on their heads.
They'd make the strongest palace out of mere grass if they tried.
Forget those two.
Now tell me, what of Hanuman?
Hanuman's challenges will be of another larger nature.
He is not what he once was, but he must learn what he has become.
How? Who will teach him such things?
Who else but his father?
Hey...
It's as if a mountain blocks my path. A mountain of... wind!
Why won't you let me pass?
I am Hanuman of the vaanars! A subject of King Sugreev!
Son of Vayu!
Vayu.
Father?
It is hard to believe
the Hanuman I grew up with could be a deva, the child of a god.
But Vayu is wind. Can Vayu make himself appear?
Will he?
Who can predict the wind? It would be foolish to even try.
He may not see Vayu, but, like us, he will feel his presence.
Is not a baby's first cry a prayer to Vayu?
The very act of breathing is a ritual, honouring the god of the wind.
He is with us every moment of our lives,
and our last breath is us returning that life to him.
As you can on sea and land, can you draw a limit on the wind?
What flame can exist without him?
He topples mountains and gently carries seeds across the world.
Vayu will help his son discover his full potential.
To be as powerful as the tempest,
as all-encompassing as the sea breeze.
He will no longer be a regular vaanar.
He will be awoken...
to the true nature of the world
and teach him how to harness his limitless power.
Thank you, Father, for helping me understand this gift.
The wind is a part of me.
I must flow with it rather than fight against it.
Harness its power to take me to Lanka.
He will become the hero he was destined to be,
an inspiration to humanity for all time.
The all-powerful Hanuman!
I am Hanuman! Son of Vayu!
Hanuman!
Yet even with the power of a god, Hanuman must be careful.
For he will soon face those who make even the gods tremble.
That is no normal storm, brother.
Do not concern yourself, brother. So, what brings you outside?
Go inside. Find a corner and read a book.
All those books you read should have had some effect on you. Go!
Don't mock me, brother. I came to talk to you about Father.
-And that woman, Princess Sita. -What of her?
She remains defiant, convinced she will be rescued
by her husband, Prince Ram.
A mere man?
He is no mere man. Ram and his brother, Lakshman,
have gathered a reputation surpassing all others.
If they should come to these shores, then...
Then?
Then there will be a glorious and brief battle.
I hope those princes are even half as accomplished
as the stories say.
It would be good to smear my sword with a worthy opponent's blood.
Do not forget who and what you are, brother.
You are a Prince of the rakshas nation.
We were born to fight.
You are the son of the greatest conqueror
known to the three realms.
Battle, bloodshed, conflict,
these are the finest dishes and should be relished.
Let Ram come.
That is easy for you to say.
You who have pressed your foot upon the neck of Indra himself.
But what conquests have I had? What crowns have I claimed?
Opportunities don't fall into your lap, Akshay.
You need to look for them.
Find yourself a worthy opponent and show our father,
show the world, what kind of rakshas you truly are.
I'll be the first to place garlands around your neck
when you march triumphantly through the palace gates.
Remember, the greater the opponent, the greater the glory.
Somewhere out there is your perfect enemy.
Trespasser!
Stop!
Proceed no further!
Get out of my way.
I have business in Lanka.
Well, monkey, do you intend to threaten me?
With your little club?
More than merely threaten, monster.
That was a mistake.
You cannot escape me.
For I have been granted the boon of immovability!
Nothing can pass me, little monkey!
The only way past me is through here.
And once entered, there is no escape.
If you escape, then you can pass.
If you hope to swallow me,
your mouth would need to be much, much larger.
That is a useless threat.
I do not make idle threats, fool!
I have swallowed whole ships, masts and sails.
Just watch how wide my mouth will go!
You call that wide? That's laughable.
So, the only way past you is by entering your mouth? Very well.
There! Whatever your name is...
Surasa!
Yes, whatever it is.
I entered that foul mouth of yours and came back out alive.
So, now honour your word and get out of my way.
Well done, young Hanuman! Well done!
You are as quick and resourceful... as they say.
Who? And how do you know my name?
This was a necessary test, Hanuman, one demanded by the gods.
The gods? But why should I be worthy of their attention?
I'm just a lowly vaanar.
A vaanar who is the son of Vayu and an ally to Ram.
I can see why the devas are interested in you.
They have seen your progress
and how you have awakened your full potential.
Your divinity could be a boon or a bane to the three realms.
Your strength and courage are not enough
Unless tempered by wisdom and serves the cause of dharma.
Power, unlimited and unrestrained
leads only down the path of adharma, the path Ravan has chosen.
The gods must know you will not succumb to the same darkness that befell Ravan.
To have such power that you possess, unleashed in the service of evil,
would be a nightmare that would echo down the ages.
I was asked to use my power, my magic, to test you.
To ensure you were using your new powers to serve us all.
A task I was honoured to perform.
You have accomplished all and more than we could have hoped.
Be on your way, noble Hanuman, and go
with the blessing of one who is queen of her people.
With such a blessing, how can I fail? Thank you, my Queen.
In addition to my blessings, I think this might help?
Be careful, Hanuman.
The sea is a treacherous place, home to the rakshasi, Simhika.
She is a creature bound in service to Indrajit.
If he knows of your coming, he will unleash her.
Is Indrajit truly as deadly as they say?
There may be a few who can match him in combat or use of the astra weapons.
But there are none who equal Indrajit in the art of sorcery.
So, he's second only to Ravan himself?
He is second to no one, man, god or demon.
What about a vaanar then?
Perhaps, brave one.
And what of this Simhika?
What difference is one more rakshasi?
I have fought countless of her kind and defeated them all.
Simhika is more than a rakshasi now.
So long has she been bound to the sea, she has become a tempest itself.
An endlessly raging creature that none can escape.
Born from the flames of hell,
the all-devouring, Simhika!