In a forest near Gurugram, A gurukul was situated, where disciples gathered to seek knowledge and guidance from the revered Guru Dronacharya-Student of Bhagwan Parshuram.
A new batch of Shishya (Students) arrived at Gurukul with Guru Dronacharya at for-front of the gathering. There was one thing common in all the Shishya (Students) of Guru Dronacharya which was they all came from prominent and influential families, carrying the weight of their noble lineage (Kshatriya).
They were eager to learn and excel in the arts of warfare, as well as gain wisdom and knowledge in various subjects. Among them, a young prince named Arjuna stood out with his exceptional skills and dedication.
Guru Dronacharya, a renowned warrior and teacher, addressed the gathering of students. His eyes scanned the crowd, observing the new arrivals. His voice carried authority and wisdom as he spoke.
"Welcome, young warriors, to the sacred grounds of Gurukul. Here, you will embark on a journey of learning, discipline, and self-discovery. I am Guru Dronacharya, your guide and mentor on this path."
The students listened intently, their eyes fixed on their esteemed teacher.
"In this gurukul, you will not only learn the art of combat but also acquire knowledge in various subjects, including history, strategy, and diplomacy. We aim to nurture not just skilled warriors but well-rounded individuals who can serve their kingdoms with honour and wisdom."
Guru Dronacharya's words resonated deeply with the students, who understood the weight of their responsibilities.
"As noble youths, you carry the burden of your lineage and the hopes of your kingdoms," Guru Dronacharya continued. "But remember, true greatness lies not merely in birthright but in the virtues you cultivate, the knowledge you acquire, and the actions you take."
The students nodded, their determination evident on their faces.
"In the coming days, you will undergo rigorous training, both physically and mentally. I will assess your skills, strengths, and weaknesses, and guide you accordingly. Remember, humility, discipline, and dedication are the keys to success in this gurukul."
As Guru Dronacharya concluded his speech, the students dispersed, preparing for their first day of training. Arjuna, the young prince, approached Guru Dronacharya with reverence and eagerness to learn.
"Guruji, I am ready to begin my training," Arjuna said, his voice filled with determination. "I am committed to becoming the best warrior I can be and serving my kingdom with honour."
Guru Dronacharya smiled, acknowledging Arjuna's dedication. "Arjuna, your enthusiasm is commendable. But remember, true greatness comes not only from skill but also from a balance of mind, body, and spirit. We will work together to shape you into a warrior who embodies discipline, courage, and compassion."
Arjuna bowed respectfully. "Thank you, Guruji. I am grateful for this opportunity and will give my utmost effort to learn and grow under your guidance."
Guru Dronacharya placed a hand on Arjuna's shoulder. "I have high expectations for you, Arjuna. But do not let the weight of those expectations burden you. Focus on the present moment, embrace the challenges that come your way, and strive for excellence with a humble heart."
Arjuna nodded, his eyes filled with determination. "I understand, Guruji. I will remain focused and dedicated throughout my training. I am ready to embark on this journey."
Guru Dronacharya's gaze softened as he looked at Arjuna. "Remember, Arjuna, the path of a warrior is not without its tests and tribulations. But with the right mindset and unwavering dedication, you will overcome any obstacle that comes your way. Trust in your abilities and embrace the teachings that lie ahead."
Arjuna took a deep breath, his resolve strengthened. "I will, Guruji. I am committed to walking this path with integrity and honour."
With Guru Dronacharya's words ringing in his ears, Arjuna joined the other students, ready to begin his training. As he immersed himself in the teachings and rigorous practices of the gurukul, he knew that his journey as a warrior had just begun.
After many days of running aimlessly, Karna found the approx location of Guru Parshuram, Who is living on a mountain namely 'Mahendragiri' in Gajapati district.
[Currently]
"Hey Shaurya, How about a race to Mahendragiri?" Karna suggested with a mischievous smile, looking at his loyal companion.
Shaurya roared in excitement, wagging his tail vigorously as if he understood every word Karna had spoken.
"Alright then, on your mark, get set, GO!" Karna shouted, and with that, he unfolded his golden celestial wings and flew at the speed of light, Sharuya directly transformed into his dive mode and raced alongside Karna, their combined speed creating a gust of wind that swept through the landscape.
As they soared through the sky, Karna marvelled at the breathtaking view below—the lush forests, winding rivers, and majestic mountains. The sight served as a reminder of the beauty and vastness of the world he was about to explore.
The journey to Mahendragiri would be a long one, but Karna's determination and the thrill of the adventure ahead kept him going. He pushed his celestial wings to their limits, soaring through the clouds with Shaurya by his side.
The sun began to set, casting a golden hue across the sky. Karna and Shaurya continued their journey, guided by the fading light.
As they finally approached Mahendragiri, the mountain peak came into view, majestic and awe-inspiring. Karna's heart swelled with a sense of reverence, knowing that he was about to meet the great Guru Parshuram—a legendary warrior and sage who possessed unparalleled knowledge.
Karna and Shaurya landed gracefully near the entrance of the ashram, their wings folding back as they touched the ground. The serenity of the place enveloped them, and a feeling of tranquillity washed over Karna, grounding him in the present moment.
With determination in his eyes, Karna walked towards the entrance, his steps filled with purpose. He was ready to learn, grow, and uncover the depths of his potential under the guidance of Guru Parshuram.
"Who goes there?"
Karna's ears perked up at the voice, and he turned to face the source. A tall, imposing figure stood at the entrance, his eyes sharp and penetrating. It was Guru Parshuram himself.
Karna approached respectfully, his head bowed. "I am 'Radheya' Karna, son of Adhiratha and Radha Maa. I have come seeking your guidance and teachings, Guruji."
Guru Parshuram observed Karna for a moment, his gaze assessing and piercing. For a moment he saw a tattoo of a divine bow on Karna's upper right arm, Which disappears after a brief moment, Which was enough for Guru Parshuram to recognise it.
Guru Parshuram's eyes widened from mild surprise which he suppressed quickly and then regained his composure. He had recognized the symbol of the Lord Shiva's divine bow, The bow which he himself wielded before it disappeared—the bow known as the Vijaya Dhanush (Bow).
Guru Parshuram's expression softened, a flicker of curiosity crossing his face. He gestured for Karna to enter the ashram.
"Come, Karna. You have piqued my interest," Guru Parshuram said, his voice carrying an air of authority. "Let us talk, and I shall assess your potential as a student."
Karna and Shaurya followed Guru Parshuram into the ashram, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and anticipation.
"And Who is he?"
Guru Parshuram glanced at Shaurya, who had been faithfully by Karna's side throughout their journey. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips.
"Ah, I see you have a loyal companion," Guru Parshuram remarked. "Animals have a way of sensing the essence of a person. Bring your companion closer, let me have a look."
Karna nodded and signalled for Shaurya to approach Guru Parshuram. Shaurya bounded forward, his eyes filled with intelligence and loyalty. He stopped in front of Guru Parshuram, sitting obediently.
Guru Parshuram observed Shaurya just like Karna, And the results were shocking to him. Because he sensed the divine essence of Lord Narasimha, an incarnation of Lord Vishnu, radiating from Shaurya.
This revelation intrigued Guru Parshuram even more, as he had never encountered such a divine presence in an animal before.
"Remarkable, It seems fate has brought us together." Guru Parshuram muttered under his breath.
Guru Parshuram extended a hand towards Shaurya, who sniffed it before gently licking his palm. A sense of recognition passed between them as if they shared an unspoken connection.
"You have an extraordinary companion, Karna," Guru Parshuram said, his voice filled with awe.
"Shaurya has been by my side through thick and thin," Karna said, his voice filled with gratitude. "I am grateful for his presence and the strength he brings to my life."
Guru Parshuram nodded, his gaze steady. "Animals are often our greatest teachers, guiding us with their instincts and unwavering loyalty. It is a blessing to have such a companion on your journey."
"Now, let us discuss your aspirations and what you seek to learn," Guru Parshuram said, leading Karna to a training ground within the ashram. "But I couldn't help but notice that sword around your waist. Show me what you can do with it."
Karna unsheathed his Kusanagi sword, its blade gleaming under the sunlight. He took a few steps forward, positioning himself in a stance that exuded confidence and readiness.
Guru Parshuram watched intently, his eyes following Karna's movements with a keen eye. As Karna began his display of skill, his movements were fluid and precise, a testament to his years of training and dedication.
The clash of metal resonated in the training ground as Karna executed a series of strikes, parries, and counterattacks. His sword danced through the air, each movement displaying a perfect blend of strength, agility, and finesse.
Guru Parshuram observed every detail, evaluating Karna's technique, speed, and control. He could see the fire within Karna's eyes, the burning desire to excel and surpass his own limitations.
After a few minutes, Karna finished his demonstration, sheathing his sword with a graceful motion. He stood before Guru Parshuram, awaiting his assessment.
Guru Parshuram's expression was inscrutable for a moment as he pondered Karna's performance. Then, a frown formed on his face, and he shook his head.
"That's all well and good, But you didn't show me your best techniques yet."
"I apologize, Gurudev (Teacher)," Karna replied, a mix of surprise and determination in his voice. "I didn't want to showcase all my techniques at once. I wanted to gauge your observations and receive your guidance before revealing my full potential."
Guru Parshuram's frown deepened, his gaze piercing. "You possess a unique aura, Karna. There is a strength within you that I have rarely seen. But do not hold back on my account. Show me what you are truly capable of."
Karna nodded, understanding Guru Parshuram's request. He took a deep breath, centring himself, and unsheathed his sword once again. This time, there was a shift in his demeanour—a surge of energy and focus that emanated from within him.
"First Form, Winter Blizzard!"
With a swift motion, Karna swung his sword, creating a powerful gust of wind that swept through the training ground.
The air around him grew colder as snowflakes materialized, swirling in a cyclone-like formation. The snowstorm advanced towards Guru Parshuram, who stood firm, observing the display with unwavering composure.
As the blizzard approached, Guru Parshuram raised his hand, and a barrier of energy materialized around him, deflecting the icy onslaught. The snowflakes dissolved upon contact with the barrier, disappearing into thin air.
Guru Parshuram's eyes narrowed, impressed by Karna's ability to conjure such a powerful technique. "Continue."