A Grand Tournament And Parshuram.
Chapter 4 : A Grand Tournament and Parshuram.
- 4 Years - (sorry for the countless timeskips upuntil now, but don't worry, the main story will take place from now on since Indra became 11)
4 Years had passed since the day Indra had met Krishna.
There had been multiple meetings between them throughout this times, but all them were short.
Indra a hot topic among aryvart, as everyone knew the might of the Almighty Bhisma, Son Of Ganga, Student Of Parshuram. All of them were curious about the capabilities of his adopted son and student.
Indra had continued to train.
He had grown alot during these 4 Years, have become alot taller and bigger as well as stronger.
He didn't have any interaction with anyone except Bhisma, Dronacharya, Krishna And Yudhishthir.
He was still oblivious to Aswathama who had continued to Observe Indra.
Right now, Indra is walking out of the forest having finished his training for the day, he walked out of the forest and towards his House.
- At His House -
When he arrived, he saw Bhisma sitting on a chair and he quickly bowed in respect.
"Namaskar, Pitashree."
Bhisma nodded at Indra and spoke, "Namaskar, Putra. I see that your training has been going well, you have grown alot."
"That aside, I have come here to inform you about the upcoming tournament that will be taking place soon in Hastinapur."
Indra rose an eye brow at that, "What Tournament?"
Bhisma replied, "It a tournament of warriors that occurs every 20 Years. Warriors from all across Aryavart and Hastinapur, There will be powerful warriors competing in it. I wish for you to participate in it."
Indra nodded, "Very well, Pitashree. I shall participate in the tournament if you wish."
Bhisma smiled and nodded, "Good, let's meet at The Royal Palace where you will have to register as an participant."
With that, Bhisma left the house and walked away.
Indra then cooked food and ate then left the house too and started walking towards Hastinapur.
Indra reached the Royal Palace in Hastinapur, where warriors from all corners of Aryavart had gathered. The atmosphere was charged with excitement and anticipation as participants prepared themselves for the grand tournament. The palace grounds were bustling with activity, with various training sessions and sparring matches taking place.
As Indra entered the palace, he could sense the aura of powerful warriors around him. The renowned names of Aryavart were present, each with their own unique skills and reputation. Indra couldn't help but feel a mixture of nervousness and determination. He knew that this tournament would be a test of his abilities and a chance to prove himself.
Bhisma was waiting for Indra at the registration desk. He greeted him with a warm smile and patted him on the back. "I'm glad you decided to participate, Indra. This tournament will be a great opportunity for you to showcase your skills and learn from other warriors."
Indra nodded, his gaze fixed on the bustling crowd. "I'm ready, Pitashree. I will give my best and make you proud."
Bhisma's eyes gleamed with pride as he handed over the registration form to Indra. "I have no doubt about that, my son. Remember, the journey is just as important as the destination. Embrace every challenge and learn from every experience."
With those words of wisdom, Indra filled out the form and officially became a participant in the grand tournament.
With that, Indra nodded and bowed.
As he turned around to leave, he saw The Pandavas along with Abhimanyu who was probably here to register for the tournament.
Indra smirked, "Here to get embaraased again like back then? Abhimanyu."
Abhimanyu, who had come alongside Yudhishthir, Bhima, Arjuna, Sahdev and Nakul to Register himself as a participant in the tournament, Abhimanyu was 15 Now while Indra was just 11.
Abhimanyu's face contorted in anger, as well as bhima, arjun and nakul.
"Watch Your Tone Boy! Abhimanyu has gotten stronger! He will surely beat you now!"
Roared Bhima.
"Indeed. Last time was mere luck on your side."
Said Arjun
Abhimanyu was about to say something but Yudhishthir quickly intervened.
"Calm down brothers, Abhimanyu."
Indra just smirked and walked past them.
"I don't have time for you." As he said that, he left the palace as the tournament will be starting after two days.
Indra left the palace, his mind focused on the upcoming tournament. He knew that the competition would be fierce, and he couldn't afford to be distracted by petty rivalries. Instead, he channeled his energy into further honing his skills and preparing himself mentally for the challenges that lay ahead.
As the day of the tournament arrived, the entire city of Hastinapur was abuzz with excitement. The arena had been prepared, and the stands were filled with eager spectators. Kings, princes, and warriors from all over Aryavart had come to witness the grand tournament.
Indra stepped into the arena, feeling a surge of adrenaline and anticipation. The roar of the crowd echoed in his ears as he surveyed his opponents. The sight was daunting—warriors from different regions, each with their unique styles and reputations. But Indra remained steadfast, his eyes fixed on the ultimate prize.
The tournament began, and as fate would have it, the first match was his.
His opponent was a renowed warrior named "Vayur", he was a warrior who was blessed by the God of wind, vayu. With the abilities of manipulating wind.
He was one of the warriors who were expected to win.
The announcer spoke outload, "Citizens Of Aryavart and Hastinapur! You have all gathered here to spectate the grand tournament of Hastinapur! Our first match will be the fight between The Renowed Warrior, Vayur. And The Son Of Bhisma! Indra!"
Vayur entered the arena clad In silver armor as the crowd cheered.
Indra slowly walked into the arena, clad in gold armor as the crowd continued to cheer on.
The announcer spoke, "The Match will begin in 1....2....3.... Begin!"
As soon as the match started, Vayur lunged at Indra with blinding speed and aimed to strike him with a powerful wind attack.
Indra activated his sharingan and raised an eyebrow, he quickly jumped to the side dodging the attack.
"You are quick." Spoke Indra with a emotionless and cold look in his eyes.
Vayur's eyes widened as he looked at Indra and got a impressed look on his face.
"You are fast, child-" Said Vayur in a arrogant voice.
But before he can finish his sentence, Indra moved with speeds as fast as light and prepared to punch Vayur which would have surely killed him.
But as his fist connected, Vayur dispersed into air and reappeared far away from him with a fearful and shocked expression on his face.
- at the spectators seats -
Bhisma watched the ongoing fight with a prideful look in his eyes, suddenly a voice spoke out of nowhere.
"Your son is certainly talented and very strong for his age."
Bhisma turned around to see the Angraj, Karna. Standing beside him looking at the ongoing match as well.
"Indeed, Angraj." Said Bhisma with a prideful tone.
Two more voices were heard.
"Mitra Karna Is Right! Indra is very talented snd strong!" Came the cheerful and loud voice of Duryodhana.
"Indeed. Young Indra is very talented and strong." Came the cold and wise voice of Aswathama.
- back at the arena -
As the punch phased through the wind, the sheer force and strength of the Punch caused the most of the arena to be completely ravaged.
Vayur with a fearfull and shocked expression said, "What was that?! Just what- Just what are you?"
Indra looked at his fist and Vayur with a raised eyebrow then relaxed and said, "As I said, you are quick. But not quick enough."
As soon Indra finished the sentence, he moved with speeds faster than light and grabbed Vayur's leg and threw him with such force that the airforce alone destroyed a quarter of the arena and sent Vayur crashing through the walls.
Indra stood there, his eyes fixed on the spot where Vayur had been thrown. The crowd was in a state of disbelief, stunned by the display of power and speed they had just witnessed. Whispers spread throughout the arena as spectators tried to comprehend the true extent of Indra's abilities.
As the dust settled and the crowd regained their composure, the announcer's voice broke the silence. "Round 1 end... Winner: Indra!" The crowd erupted into a mixture of awe and applause, acknowledging Indra's victory.
Bhisma, watching from the spectator's seats, couldn't help but feel a surge of pride. His decision to train and guide Indra had not been in vain. He knew that his son possessed immense potential, and this tournament was the perfect platform for him to showcase it.
Meanwhile, Karna, Duryodhana, and Aswathama exchanged glances. They had witnessed Indra's incredible display of strength and skill. The young warrior had caught their attention, and they recognized the threat he could potentially pose in the future.
In the midst of the commotion, Indra maintained his calm and focused demeanor. He knew that this was only the beginning, and there were many more battles to come. He reminded himself of Bhisma's words—to embrace every challenge and learn from every experience.
Krishna spectated the spectacle unfold from the spectators seats with a smile on his face.
The pandavas seethed in their seats and Dronacharya nodded acknowledging the potential young Indra held.
Shakuni chuckled, already thinking of ways to use Indra to his advantage.
Indra walked out of the arena, as the crowds cheered on at the impressive show of power.
As Indra walked through the halls, a voice called out.
"O' Son of Bhisma, It is an honor to meet you."
Indra turned around and saw man dressed in Royal clothes, but the man looked quite malnutritioned.
"Who may you be?"
Asked Indra with his cold voice like always.
"I am King Gandhar, Shakuni and the brother of Queen Kunti." Spoke Shakuni.
Indra immediately rose an eyebrow and then narrowed his eyes. "What do you want? Gandharaj (Gandhar King)"
Shakuni laughed, "Do I need a reason to even have a little conversation with you?"
Indra narrowed his eyes more with his cold expression still present.
Indra's gaze remained fixed on Shakuni as he observed the man before him. Shakuni's reputation as a cunning and manipulative individual preceded him, and Indra was cautious about engaging in any conversation with him. However, he decided to entertain the king's words for the moment.
"Very well, King Gandhar. What brings you here?" Indra inquired, his voice laced with a hint of skepticism.
Shakuni's smile widened, revealing a glimmer of mischief in his eyes. "I have heard of your exceptional performance in the arena, young warrior. Your strength and speed are truly impressive for someone of your age."
Indra's expression remained stoic, but a flicker of curiosity sparked within him. He had caught the attention of one of the key figures in Hastinapur, and he wondered what Shakuni's true intentions were.
Shakuni continued, his tone dripping with intrigue, "You see, I have a proposition for you, a proposal that could benefit both of us."
Indra crossed his arms, maintaining his guard. "Speak, but choose your words wisely, for I have little patience for games."
Shakuni chuckled, seemingly unfazed by Indra's cold demeanor. "Fair enough. I have been observing the dynamics of this grand tournament, and it seems you possess the potential to disrupt the established order."
Indra's interest piqued at Shakuni's words. He had no intention of blindly following the predetermined path set by others, and if there was an opportunity to challenge the status quo, he would consider it.
"What is it that you propose, King Gandhar?" Indra asked, his voice laced with caution.
Shakuni leaned in closer, his voice lowered, "Join forces with me, young warrior. Together, we can reshape the fate of Aryavart. I can offer you guidance, resources, and the support of my network. In return, you will serve as a catalyst for change, a force that disrupts the established powers."
Indra's mind churned as he considered Shakuni's offer. The allure of reshaping the world appealed to his desire for freedom and power.
"Very well. I'll join your little plan, but for now I'll leave. Let's meet again, Gandharaj."
Indra turned around and left the palace heading towards the forest.
Shakuni stared at the direction where Indra and he chuckled.
'My plan is going better than expected haha!'
- At The Forest -
Indra strode through the green heaven, the flush green scenery being beautiful beyond words.
Indra quietly walked across the paths and suddenly the trees came to end, there was a cliff and waterfall which lead to a lake surrounded by the forest.
Indra walked to the edge of the cliff and jumped off casually, he dived into the forest and landed gracefully on the ground.
"Hmm? Who may you be? Young Boy." Spoke a powerful and wise voice from behind him.
Indra turned around and what he saw made his eyes widen.
There was a sage sitting under a tree, there was a axe and bow beside him and the sage exuded power and wisdom. It was Parshuram.
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