-- SOMETIME LATER --

"URGH !" With a resounding thud, another wrestler hit the ground, the sound reverberating through the arena.

The vibrant arena bustled with energy, the air thick with the scent of sweat and earth. Dust swirled in the air as powerful men were tossed into the ring, each one more formidable than the last. Each competitor built like a bull, muscles rippling beneath their skin, yet none could withstand the force of the young Balram, who stood out like a mountain among hills. 

Standing tall, he gripped a rival wrestler, his sheer strength evident as he hoisted the man effortlessly above his head, a grin stretching across his face like a crescent moon. The man, a seasoned competitor, thrashed in vain, his efforts rendered futile. Balram’s laughter rang out, deep and hearty, as he paraded around the ring, the wrestler flailing like a caught fish.

On the sidelines, Krishna, with his calm demeanor, watched with a twinkle in his eye alongside his brothers, Babhru and Gada, both wide-eyed. Satyaki stood beside him, clenching his fists in excitement, while Satyashree, barely five, gasped in awe, eyes wide as saucers.

With a gleam in his eyes, Balram spun around, showcasing his unmatched prowess, before tossing another wrestler aside as if he were a mere feather. The defeated man landed in a heap, and the audience erupted in cheers. 

Krishna, sensing the excitement but also the need for moderation, called out, "Dau ! Aaj ke liye bahut ho gaya ! Vishram kar lijiye."

Balram, still brimming with energy, quipped, "Mujhe vishram ki awashyakta nahi !"

"Kintu inn sabhi ko hai." Krishna merely chuckled, gesturing toward the exhausted wrestlers sprawled on the ground.

Balram turned to the exhausted men, their expressions a mix of respect and exhaustion, and a flicker of realization crossed his face. He bit his cheek, suppressing a laugh, then turned, his imposing figure striding back toward Krishna and the others. Satyaki, Babhru, and Gada rushed forward, their admiration evident.

Satyaki, his eyes wide with admiration, said, "Samkarshan, aapse balwan sampurn Aryavart mei koi nahi hoga !"

"Satyavachan ! Aapne pratyek mal ko aise feka jaise gaj vriksh ko ukhad fekta hai !" Gada exclaimed, his youthful exuberance shining through.

Babhru too joined in, their voice dripping with awe, "Gargacharya ji ne aapko sarvochit naam pradaan kiya hai, Balram."

Balram, his expression warm and inviting, smiled broadly, absorbing their admiration. Amidst the cheers, little Satyashree came forward, his eyes alight with determination.

"Taat, mujhe bhi malyudh sikhna hai." He piped up eagerly, his innocent enthusiasm drawing smiles from the others.

Babhru chuckled, ruffling Satyashree's tousled hair affectionately, "Kintu tumare toh abhi dugdh ke dant bhi tute." he teased, laughter bubbling up from the group.

Gada knelt beside his younger cousin, concern etched on his face, "Tumhari aayu bahut kam hai vats. Chot lag gayi toh ?"

But Satyashree, undeterred, folded his hands defiantly, "Woh kshatriya kaise jo chot se dar jaaye ?"

His words hung in the air, channeling the very essence of their warrior lineage. Satyaki, witnessing his brother's defiance, couldn’t help but beam with pride. He leaned down, patting Satyashree’s back.

"Pratyek yoddha kahi se toh prarambh karta hi hai." Satyaki said.

Balram paused, a smile spreading across his face as he considered the young boy’s brave heart, sensing the fire within him. He looked at Krishna, who nodded, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

With a grin, Balram turned back to Satyashree, "Toh chalo, abhyas karte hai." He beckoned, gesturing toward the arena.

Satyashree approached the center of the ring with wide eyes, filled with determination and excitement. Balram followed him, with a playful grin, stood tall and imposing, his muscles flexed and ready.

Once both had reached the ring, Balram crouched down, his presence shifting from playful to serious as he prepared to impart his wisdom. He demonstrated a basic stance, feet planted firmly and body poised, exuding confidence. Satyashree mimicked him, his tiny frame dwarfed by Balram’s strength.

With gentle yet firm guidance, Balram adjusted the boy’s posture, emphasizing balance and control. Each technique unfolded like a dance, as Balram showcased the fluidity of movement, effortlessly transitioning from holds to throws. Satyashree watched intently, absorbing every gesture, his youthful enthusiasm palpable.

With a firm grip on the prince's shoulder, Balram demonstrated a simple grappling technique, his movements fluid and powerful. Satyashree mimicked him closely, his small frame bending and twisting in all the right ways. Balram's laughter rang out, a rich sound that echoed in the arena, as the boy's enthusiasm spurred him on.

The onlookers marveled at Satyashree's agility; he was surprisingly quick, absorbing every movement with an ease that seemed almost unnatural. While Satyaki, Babhru and Gada exchanged glances of amazement at his rapid progress, Krishna watched with a knowing smile, understanding the truth behind Satyashree’s prowess.

Beneath his youthful exuberance lay a divine essence, a remembrance of ancient strategies and skills honed in a realm beyond. With each movement, Satyashree was not merely learning; he was reclaiming fragments of his storied past, dancing between the realms of mortality and divinity.

The seasoned wrestlers, seated on the wooden bench, exchanged anxious glances. They watched in disbelief as Satyashree executed complex maneuvers, his movements sharp and instinctive, as if he had been practicing these techniques for years rather than mere minutes. Each twist and turn was executed with an agility that defied his tender age, igniting a mix of admiration and unease among the onlookers.

Some wrestlers leaned forward, brows furrowed in confusion, while others recoiled slightly, their eyes wide with fear. To them, Satyashree’s unnatural quickness felt otherworldly, as if he were channeling a hidden power that transcended the limits of human capability.

Krishna, observing the scene unfold, felt the tension in the air. His brow furrowed as he noted the unease among the seasoned wrestlers.

With a commanding yet gentle voice, he called out to Satyashree, "Aaj ke liye bahut huya, Yuyudhaawan."

The child halted mid-move, confusion in his bright eyes, as Krishna stepped forward. Approaching Satyashree, he gently ruffled the boy’s hair, his touch warm and reassuring.

"Seekhne mei thoda adhik samaye lagao vats," Krishna said, his voice playful yet firm. "Anyatha sab bhayebhit ho jaayenge."

Satyashree paused, glancing around at the astonished expressions of his brothers and other wrestlers. A sheepish smile broke across his face, as he suddenly became aware of the weight of their gaze.

Balram chuckled and added, "Satya kaha Krishna ne. Dheere seekho Satyashree, anyatha jis Gurukul mei tum jaaoge, kya pata waha ke vidyarthi bhaye ke karan apni vidya bhul jaaye."

The young incarnation laughed, nodding earnestly, his small frame radiant with energy and joy.

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A/N

Yuddheshwar hai ladka, seekh nahi raha, recall kar raha hai 😂