In the tranquil foothills of Shatashringa, the afternoon sun casts a warm glow over the lush surroundings. Sitting under the shade of a tree, Brahmarishi Pandu imparted he teachings of the Vedas to his young sons.

Pandu's voice resonates through the serene valley as he recites the sacred verses of the Vedas. Yudhishthir, Bheem, Arjun, Nakul, and Sahadev listened attentively absorbing every word with reverence. They repeated after their father, their voices blending harmoniously with the sounds of nature around them.

After each recitation, Pandu patiently explains the deep meaning behind the verses, unraveling the layers of wisdom and knowledge contained within the ancient texts. The five boys gaze at their father with admiration and respect, eager to absorb every word he shares.

Yudhishthir's brows were furrowed in concentration, his lips moved silently, following each word with precision. There was a natural discipline to him, a sense of solemnity that seemed to envelop him like a cloak. His posture was upright, his movements deliberate and controlled. As Pandu spoke, Yudhishthir repeated the verses with a clarity and confidence that belied his young age. The aura of regality surrounding him was undeniable, as if he was already embodying the qualities of a future king.

Bheem, with his mind sharp and agile like the wind that whispered through the trees, absorbed the teachings swiftly. With each verse that Pandu uttered, Bheem's eager voice echoed in harmony, showing his quick grasp of the sacred knowledge being imparted. His youthful energy was matched only by his thirst for wisdom.

Among the brothers, young Arjun stood out with his unwavering focus and intense dedication. His eyes sparkled with a deep sense of determination as he absorbed every syllable of the ancient verses with unparalleled precision. Even the intricate nuances of the mantras did not escape his keen intellect. As Pandu explained the profound meaning behind the chants, Arjun's face lit up with a sense of understanding beyond his years. His thirst for knowledge and wisdom was insatiable, driving him to delve deeper into the spiritual teachings with fervor.

Even the youngest of the group, Nakul and Sahadev seemed to effortlessly unravel the complexities of the Vedas. Their pure hearts and innate wisdom allowed them to effortlessly grasp even the most intricate of verses, leaving Pandu both surprised and proud of his youngest sons.

"Aaj ke liye itna hi." Pandu said, "Ab tumhe Rajarshi ke paas jana chahiye."

"Ji Pitashree." The Pandavas said in unison and bowed down to him.

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As the sun dipped below the towering peaks of the Himalayas, casting a warm golden glow over the serene foothills of Shatashringa, Sage Rajarshi Shuk of the Sharayati clan stood tall and wise, his silver beard glistening in the fading light.

The air was filled with the sound of clashing swords, the thud of arrows hitting their targets, and the sage's deep voice guiding his pupils in the art of warfare.

As Shuk observes the young warriors-in-training, his gaze lingers on Arjun, the gifted archer among the Pandavas. Arjun's movements are fluid and precise, his aim unwavering as he effortlessly hits the target with pinpoint accuracy. His prowess with the bow is mesmerizing, drawing the attention of all who witness his skill.

Rajarshi Shuk observed in awe as Arjun displayed a prowess that seemed otherworldly. The sage could sense a divine presence in Arjun's every action, as if the gods themselves were guiding his hands. The Rajarshi saw in Arjun the essence of Narayan, wielding the legendary Sharang bow with effortless ease

Watching the young warrior release arrow after arrow with unerring accuracy, Shuk couldn't help but wonder what Arjun could achieve with his own bow. With a personal bow, Arjun could practice tirelessly, honing his skills to perfection at any time he pleased. The sage imagined the young warrior's potential unleashed with his own weapon, mastering the art of archery to a level that could rival even the gods, what to say of humans.

As darkness descended, the Pandavas respectfully set aside their weapons and gathered around Shuk, their reverent expressions illuminated by the flickering flames of the evening fire. With humility in their hearts, they knelt before the sage, touching his feet in a gesture of deep respect and seeking his blessings.

"Yashasvi bhava !" The sage blessed them.

With a gentle smile, Shuk then placed a hand on Arjun's shoulder, "Vats, tumhe dhanush pasand hai na ?"

"Ji Acharya." Arjun smiled.

Shuk said, "Waise tumhare bhitar ek dhanurdhar hone ke sabhi gun toh hai. Ho sakta hai tum Indra se bhi shresht dhanurdhari bano."

Arjun shook his head, his hands joined, "Nahi Nahi Acharya. Meri mansha kisi ka pratidwandhi hone ki kadapi nahi hai. Mai toh bas Dhanurvidya ka sampurn gyaan lena chaahta hu."

Shuk smiled and patted the boy's head, "Aur yahi bhaav tumhe ek din sarvottam banayega, Arjun. Tumhara tej dekh ke koi bhi keh dega ki tum kisi bade udeshya hetu iss bhumi par aaye ho, dukhiyo ke dukh ka annt. Iss liye apni vinamrata ko kabhi khone mat dena."

He then looked at the rest of the Pandavas, "Tum sabhi ke jeevan mei awashya mahan yash aur kirti hai. Iss liye kabhi bhi apne abhiman ko swayam par haavi mat hone dena. Kyuki jab abhimaan ahankar ban jata hai, woh manushya ke vinaash ki neev rakhta hai."

"Hum aapki baat yaad rakhenge." The Pandavas bowed their heads.

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A/N

The first guru of Pandavas can be considered Rajarshi Shuk, who taught them basics of weaponry.
In fact it was Shuk who gave Arjun his first bow, seeing the potential in the child.