As dawn broke over the horizon, the golden rays filtered through the lush trees, illuminating the sacred banks of the Ganga. Usually, their daily routine involved bathing in the Yamuna, a river revered in its own right. However, today, Dronacharya had chosen to bring them to the Ganges. As they approached the banks, the air was filled with the fragrance of sacred herbs and the melodious sound of flowing water.

The students, both Kurus and Yadavas, along with visiting princes from other kingdoms, stood on the banks of the mighty river, its waters flowing majestically towards the horizon. The air was filled with the sound of the rushing water, a constant reminder of the power and majesty of nature.

Dronacharya stood on the riverbank, his stern yet caring gaze fixed on his students who approached the holy river with a mix of excitement and reverence. They washed away the dust and grime of the day, their bodies cleansed by the sacred river. As they bathed, they offered prayers to the gods, seeking their blessings.

The students, their voices blending with Dronacharya's, joined in the prayer, their hearts filled with a sense of peace and tranquility. They performed their morning rituals, offering prayers to the rising sun and meditating on the divine. The students, having completed their ablutions, emerged refreshed and invigorated.

Once all the students had come out from the river and were drying themselves on the banks, Dronacharya finally decided to enter the water. He stepped into the cool, flowing waters, his movements deliberate and measured.

Suddenly, with a terrifying speed, a massive crocodile emerged from the depths, its jaws snapping shut on Dronacharya's thigh. The force of the attack was immense, throwing Dronacharya off balance. The students, watching in horror, could only gasp as their revered Guru was dragged further in the surface of the water.

Dronacharya, despite the searing pain, remained calm. He knew he could easily overpower the crocodile, but he also knew this was not just a random attack. This was a test, a challenge, perhaps even a divine intervention.

He raised his voice, his voice surprisingly calm, "Shigreh iss magarmach ka vadh kar, meri raksha karo !"

Before any of the other students could even react, Arjun, with a swiftness that belied his youth, had already drawn his bow and loosed five arrows. The arrows, guided by his incredible skill and unwavering focus, struck the crocodile with deadly accuracy. The massive reptile, its powerful jaws slack, sank beneath the surface of the water, its body chopped into many pieces. It let go of the Dron's thigh and returned to the five elements.

Dronacharya, who had been watching with bated breath, was speechless. He had witnessed countless feats of swiftness, but nothing compared to this. Arjun, with a single, swift motion, had dispatched the crocodile with a precision that bordered on the miraculous.

"Acharya tat par aayiye, aapke ghaav ka upchaar karna hoga." Arjun said.

A wave of pride washed over Dronacharya. Despite the searing pain in his thigh, he emerged from the water, a triumphant smile gracing his lips.

"Oh Arjun," He embraced Arjun, his arms strong around his disciple. "Sarvashresht ho tum ! Sarvottam ho tum !"

Dron took a step back, and raised his arms high in the air. He closed his eyes, his mind focusing on the divine. He began to chant, his voice resonating with a deep, resonant hum. Suddenly, a blinding light erupted from his eyes, a divine and deadly astra manifesting before them. It was a weapon of immense power, its brilliance so intense that many students had to shield their eyes, unable to bear its radiance. The astra, shimmering like the sun, hovered above Dronacharya's head.

Arjun, however, watched with wide eyes, his breath catching in his throat. He had learned many divine weapons, but nothing he had ever encountered, nothing he had ever imagined, could compare to the celestial weapon that now manifested in his Guru's hands.

Dronacharya, his eyes twinkling with delight, lowered his hand, offering the weapon to Arjun. "O Mahabahu, yeh sarvashresht astra, Brahmasheer, swikar karo. Isko prakat karne aur wapas lene ki vidhi ka gyaan swikaar karo."

Arjun, his heart pounding with a mixture of awe and apprehension, reached out to accept the weapon. It blazed and shimmered in his grasp, pulsating with an energy that seemed to vibrate through his very being. The weight of the weapon, both literal and metaphorical, was immense.

Dronacharya, observing Arjun's reaction, spoke with a grave voice, "Smaran rakhna Arjun, iss astra ka prayog kabhi manushyo par mat karna. Yadi Brahmasheer ka prayog, swayam se durbal shatru par kiya, toh iski shakti samast sansaar ko jala degi. Yeh astra se shaktishali, teeno loko mei koi astra nahi. Jab koi shatru, tumse adhik shaktishali ho, iss astra ka prayog keval uss par karna."

Arjun, his eyes widening in realization, understood the gravity of the situation. He was not just wielding a weapon; he was wielding a force of nature, a power that could bring about the end of all existence. He touched the weapon lightly with his forehead, paying homage to its immense power. The Brahmasheer, as if sensing his reverence, shimmered once more and then vanished.

He then joined his hands in a gesture of respect, "Aapne jo kaha hai, mai wahi karunga."

Dronacharya smiled, his eyes filled with pride. "Iss sansaar mei tumse shresht koi dhanurdhar nahi hoga, Arjun."

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Well well.... Udhar Karn Brahmastra lene ke chakkar mei hai, and yaha Arjun Brahmasheer praapt kar liya, which is 4 times more powerful 🌝

But that's not the flex.... the flex is that Arjun never used this Brahmasheer, because usse shresht koi shatru tha hi nahi 😉