On a sprawling training ground surrounded by towering mountains, the 101 Kaurava brothers and the 5 Pandavas stood side by side, practicing with weapons under the watchful eye of their teacher, Kripacharya. The sun cast a warm glow over them as the princes honed their skills.

The air echoed with the clang of spear against spear as they began their training. Yudhishthir displayed exceptional skill with the spear, his movements precise and fluid. His precise movements stood out among them, his discipline evident in every thrust and parry.

The other Pandavas also showed remarkable progress, their determination shining through in each strike, especially Arjun, who wielded the spear with remarkable mastery, mesmerizing all with his agility. They all showed remarkable proficiency, their determination shining through in their focused expressions.

The Kauravas, however, though showed promise but struggled to match the finesse and prowess of the Pandavas. Their skills paled in comparison to their cousins. Despite their efforts, they struggled to match the expertise displayed by the sons of Pandu.

Kripacharya observed with keen eyes, noting every detail. A small smile played on his lips as he watched Yudhishthir's mastery of the spear. And as he watched, he knew that the time had come for them to wield the bow, the weapon of choice for many skilled warriors. With a nod from their teacher, the princes eagerly set aside their spears and taken up their bows.

Kripacharya observed the scene with a discerning eye, as the princes came and stood in front of their targets and began shooting arrows. His gaze lingered on Arjun, a sense of awe creeping into his mind. Watching the young prince wield his bow and arrow with such mastery, Kripacharya couldn't help but feel like he was witnessing a god in action.

Arjun stood out amongst all, his movements fluid and precise, his arrows hitting the target with unerring accuracy. The bow seemed like an extension of his arm as he effortlessly released one arrow after another, each finding its mark with deadly precision.

Beside him, Bheem's towering figure loomed, his strength evident in the forceful draw of his bowstring. His hits were powerful, resonating with confidence and determination. The thud of his arrows hitting the target reverberated through the air.

Meanwhile, the other Pandava brothers displayed impressive skills as well. Yudhishthir's aim was steady and consistent, while Nakul and Sahadev exhibited remarkable agility and coordination in their shots.

As the Pandavas exhibited their burgeoning skills, the Kaurava brothers, though experienced, paled in comparison. Their shots lacked the finesse and grace that Arjun effortlessly displayed. Each arrow they released seemed to falter in comparison to the seamless flow of his movements. 

The sons of Dhritrashtra couldn't hide their jealousy and insecurity as they watched the flawless performance of Pandu's third son. Their faces contorted with frustration as they realized their inferiority in front of him. The Kauravas, although familiar with the bow, appeared like novices in the presence of Arjun's exceptional talent, their frustration palpable as they struggled to match his prowess.

Soon, on the instructions of Kripacharya, the Kaurava and Pandava brothers set aside their bows and took up swords.

Nakul and Sahadev, the youngest of the princes, moved with a grace that belied their age. Their movements were fluid and precise, exuding a sense of calmness. Nakul's swordplay was elegant, with each strike and parry executed effortlessly. His footwork was agile, allowing him to swiftly dodge attacks and counter with finesse. Sahadev, on the other hand, displayed a remarkable calmness under pressure. His sword danced through the air with precision, never wavering in its aim.

The elder Pandavas were also displaying remarkable prowess, their movements fluid and precise. To much of the dismay of Kauravas, Arjun appeared to be a master swordsman too, wielding the weapon with unmatched efficiency and grace. The Kauravas couldn't help but feel envy, wondering if there was anything Arjun was bad at.

As the sun descended lower in the sky, the group transitioned to mace training. The sound of metal clashing against metal filled the air as the warriors-in-training wielded their weapons with growing confidence.

Bheem, with his unmatched strength, swung the heavy mace effortlessly, the sheer power evident in every strike. Fueled by raw power and motivation, he moved like a whirlwind, his strikes as swift as the wind itself. His muscles rippled with strength as he effortlessly handled the heavy mace. His mighty swings resonated with raw power, causing the ground to tremble with each strike.

The Pandavas, though not as physically imposing as Bheem, displayed agility and skill as they twirled their maces with precision. Arjun in particular, seemed to have pleased Kripacharya by wielding the mace too with remarkable efficiency, swiftly dodging attacks and countering with calculated strikes. It seemed this young boy had the potential to master every weapon.

Duryodhan, determined to match Bheem's prowess, poured all his energy into his strikes. His envy was palpable as he pushed himself harder, the sweat glistening on his brow as he strained to keep up. Despite his efforts, Duryodhan could not quite bridge the gap, his frustration simmering beneath the surface.

With a gentle smile, Kripacharya raised his hands, signaling the end of the day's training, "Ati uttam Rajkumaro. Aaj ke liye itna abhyaas paryaapt hai."

With a proud glint in his eye, Kripacharya addressed the Pandavas, "Tumhari shashtrakala dekh, man sadev tript aur prasann ho jata hai, Panduputro. Tum paacho ka saamna toh kadachit devta bhi na kar paaye."

The Pandavas beamed with satisfaction. However, a different air surrounded the Kauravas. Despite their skill, it was evident that they lacked the raw strength and natural talent that the Pandavas possessed. Yudhishthir's calculated moves, Arjun's finesse, Nakul and Sahadev's synchronicity, and Bheem's sheer power combined to create a formidable force that outshone their cousins.

Despite their numbers, the Kauravas paled in comparison to the Pandavas, especially in front of Bheem and Arjun. Their eyes flashed with resentment, watching as the Pandavas were showered with praise that seemed out of reach for them.

As Kripacharya leaves, the Kaurava brothers exchange glances filled with envy and resentment towards their cousins. They turn to Duryodhan, as if desperately begging their elder brother to get rid of the Pandavas. Duryodhan, seething with jealousy himself, nods subtly, signaling his willingness to address their discontent.

However, as Duryodhan turned towards Pandavas, his eyes, once filled with malice, softened, and a sly smile played on his lips. With calculated composure, he walks over to Bheem, his demeanor shifting from hostility to false camaraderie.

"Kya gada-yudh karte ho tum Bheem !" Duryodhan praised.

Bheem, taken aback by the unexpected compliment from his rival, responds with a confused but appreciative smile. The Pandava brothers exchange puzzled glances, unsure of Duryodhana's intentions.

Bheem said, "Tumhe bhi accha gadayudh ata hai, Duryodhan."

Duryodhan's grin widens as he puts an arm around Bheem's shoulders, a gesture that catches everyone off guard. The Kaurava brothers too exchange puzzled glances, unsure of what to make of this unusual interaction.

Looking at Bheem, with a mischievous glint in his eyes, Duryodhan said, "Tumhe Jal-krida pasand hai na ? Maine iss liye Gajasaharya mei ek Pramankoti ka nirmaan karne ko kaha hai."

"Pramankoti ? Satya ?" Bheem got amused.

Duryodhan nodded, "Ha. Tum kaho toh kal chale ?"

"Kyu nahi ?" Bheem chuckled excitedly and then looked at Yudhishthir, "Hum chalenge na Jyesht ?"

Yudhishthir looked between the two, back and forth, too stunned to speak for a moment seeing this unexpected camaderie between them both, who were always on each other's throat.

"Um... Awashya..." Yudhishthir gave him a nod.

"Uttam." Duryodhan smiled, father smugly, "Kal savere milte hai."

Duryodhan pats Bheem's chest and departs with a grin, the Kaurava brothers trail behind him, their expressions a mix of confusion and intrigue.

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