The morning sun cast a golden hue over Dronacharya’s ashram, where the air was filled with the fragrance of blooming flowers and dew-kissed grass. Attendants scurried about, their limbs glistening with the morning dew as they busily prepared for the arrival of the Yadava princes.

New huts, crafted from bamboo and thatch, stood in neat rows, reflecting the diligence of the craftsmen who had toiled the previous days. Inside each hut, the attendants meticulously arranged mats woven from soft grass, ensuring a comfortable resting place for the princely students.

They placed small desks carved from local wood, polished to a sheen, ready to hold scrolls and manuscripts. Bright papers fluttered in the gentle breeze, while inkwells filled with rich black ink sat beside finely tipped quills, awaiting the princes’ hands. Water jugs, made of clay and adorned with intricate designs, were filled and placed at strategic corners.

Outside, the Kuru princes gathered in a sunlit clearing, their youthful bodies moving in harmony as they engaged in yogic exercises. With flowing movements, they stretched and flexed, their breaths synchronized with the rhythm of nature. Guru Dron sat before them, an epitome of discipline and focus. He demonstrated a series of asanas, his posture perfectly aligned, radiating strength and tranquility. The princes mirrored his movements, their youthful forms embodying grace and determination.

Suddenly, the rhythmic sound of chariot wheels resonated in the distance, echoing through the serene forests. Dron's keen ears perked up, recognizing that the Yadava princes had arrived. Rising gracefully, he gestured for the Kuru princes to continue their practice.

Undeterred by the impending interruption, the princes focused intently on their breaths synchronizing with the pulsating energy of the ashram.

Dron stepped toward the entrance of the ashram. He smiled as he beheld the Yadava princes of Vrishni and Andhak lineages, adorned in humble saffron attire, emerging through the gates. Each prince radiated a blend of grace and valor, their youthful faces glowing with enthusiasm and respect.

As they approached, the air thickened with reverence; they bowed deeply before the venerable teacher. "Pranaam Guruvar."

Dronacharya gave an acknowledging nod and settled onto a seat beneath the sprawling branches of an ancient banyan tree. He gestured warmly for the Yadava princes to join him. The Yadava princes, embodying humility, gracefully sank to the earth. They sat cross-legged, eager and attentive.

"Mere ashram mei tum sabhi ka swagat hai. Mai dekh sakta hu ki tum sabne yagyopavit dharan kiya hai, arthat Gurukul paddhati aur niyamo ko tum sab jaante ho." Dron began, his voice steady and warm. "Mai tum sab ko aisa gyaan dunga, jo har guru nahi de sakta. Sadharan shashtra nahi, divyastro ka bhi gyaan tum mujhse praapt karoge. Kintu usse pehle tumhe mujhe ek vachan dena hoga."

The princes exchanged curious glances, the seriousness of his words sinking in.

"Kaisa vachan ?" They asked in unison, a mix of eagerness and concern evident in their tones.

"Tumhe yeh gyaan sadev dharm ki raksha hetu prayog karna hoga. Shaashtra jeevan ko arth deta hai. Kintu Shashtra jeevan ka annt kar sakta hai, iss liye anivarya hai ki yoddha viveksheel ho." he declared, his voice firm yet compassionate.

The Yadavas nodded, understanding the profound responsibility that accompanied such wisdom, their resolve strengthening as they prepared to embark on this noble journey. Dronacharya surveyed the eager faces of the Yadava princes, their expressions a mixture of anticipation and reverence.

However, amidst the group, his gaze fell upon a young boy, distinctly smaller and less imposing than the others. The boy’s face, was earnest and bore an unexpected hint of innocence, which momentarily caused a frown to crease Dron’s brow.

Dron gestured for him to step forward. The youngling stood up with grace, and came forward, his every step resonating with purpose. As he drew near, Dron extended an affectionate hand over the boy’s head, a gesture both protective and encouraging.

"Tumhara naam kya hai, vats ?" Dron asked, his voice warm yet authoritative.

"Yuyudhaawan Satyashree." He replied.

Dron felt a spark of recognition, an echo of the divine in Satyashree’s demeanor. There was something extraordinary about him, a blend of humility and strength that seemed rare even among the noble Yadavas. But Dron couldn't shake the concern that he was too young for the rigorous training ahead.

"Tumhari aayu toh baaki Rajkumaro se bahut kam hai. Tum shashtra vidya grahan kaise karoge ?" Dron said, his voice laced with concern.

Satyashree, undeterred, met Dron's gaze with unwavering eyes. "Acharya, vidya aayu nahi dekhti. Aur mera upnayan sanskaar ho chuka hai. Apne Pitashree se dhanur vidya, aur Yadavshresht Balram se malyudh aur Gadayudh ka shikshan maine liya hai." he replied, his voice steady and clear.

Dron studied the boy's face, noting the determination in his eyes and the calm confidence that surrounded him. It was a quality that spoke of a higher purpose, hinting at a potential that could one day reshape destinies.

Dron’s frown transformed into a contemplative smile. "Tumhara kul batao, putra."

"Raja Shini ke putra, Satyak ka mai kanisht putra hu." Satyashree replied.

The name hung in the air, resonating with honor and valor. Dron’s eyes sparkled with recognition, "Ah. Shinivanshi ho. Iss liye chhoti si aayu mei bhi, sahas bada hai." Dron acknowledged, his respect for the boy deepening.

The legacy of valor in this lineage Yadava bloodline was undeniable. The other princes watched with a mix of admiration and curiosity. Dron leaned forward slightly, "Kya tum akele aaye ho ?"

Satyashree shook his head, a smile breaking upon his lips as he pointed to his elder brother among the other princes. "Mai apne Jyesht ke saath aya hu."

Dronacharya’s eyes sparkled with curiosity as he turned to Satyaki, who stood up with joined hands. He was a striking figure—tall, muscular, with a commanding presence that radiated strength and confidence.

"Tumhari kad-kaathi se lag raha hai ki tum ek uttam yoddha ho." Dron remarked. "Batao putra, kya tumne yudh lada hai ?"

"Ji Guruvar." Satyaki replied, his voice steady. "Maine Magadh Samrat Jarasandh ke virudh kayi yudh kiye hai. Sabhi yuddho mei vijay praapt huyi hai."

"Magadhpati ko parast kar diya ?Adbhut." Dronacharya praised, his tone shifting to one of expectation. "Satyaki, kis Guru se shikshan praapt kiya hai tumne ?" He inquired, his interest piqued by the young warrior’s experience.

"Kripacharya aur Mahamahim Bhishm." Satyaki replied, his chest swelling with pride as he spoke the names of esteemed mentors.

Dron smiled, impressed by the lineage of knowledge that flowed through the Shini family. Turning back to Satyashree, Dron’s expression softened. "Tumhare kul me veero ne janm liya hai. Tum bhi ek Mahaveer awashya banoge. Kintu yeh nakaar nahi sakte, Satyashree, ki tumhari aayu abhi baaki Rajkumaro se kam hai. Iss liye tum dhanush uthaane se purva, Dhanurved uthao. Shaashtro ka adhyayan karo. Meri patni Kripi tumhari sahayata karengi."

"Jo aagya." Satyashree bowed deeply, understanding the wisdom in Dron's words.

Dron nodded, satisfied. He sensed the potential within Satyashree. The boy’s aura of divinity shone brighter, a spark that could ignite greatness. Dron then shifted his gaze to the assembled princes, a gentle authority in his demeanor. "Tum sab lambi yatra karke aaye ho, snaan aur vishram kar lo. Kuch samaye mei bhojan bhi taiyaar ho jaayega."

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A/N

Chhota hai toh kya huya, Yadavo ka sabse bada dhamaal hai yeh 😉