As the boy moved toward his entrance, suddenly, Ramdra called him, "Chandranshu, come on, let's go."He agreed. He reached Ramdra. The two walked the way out of the village; they walked carefully to avoid attack by Ambeir as they had tried several times earlier. They walked enough distance from their village and now in front of them was a sugarcane farm. From afar, it looked like a farm, but actually, it wasn't. The sugarcane crops were long. They served as boundaries. On moving deeper within, it was a plain ground. It looked like sugarcane from the outside, but on the interior, it was a ground or battlefield where new warriors were being trained. In this battleground, one could find war weapons like spears, shields and swords. This place was the best for warriors to train. Duels were held here and the best warrior of the day would get a good buff or sometimes, even a gift by Ramdra. Suddenly, a warrior came. He did not look like a new warrior. He was a little old and muscular, just like both of them were. Suddenly, Ramdra spoke, "Are they ready, Bhanda?""Yes, chief. I classified them according to their skill,"said Bhanda. Bhanda was the chief of the army before Chandranshu; hence, he was now classifying warriors according to their skill. There were three types of warriors: 1- Infantry = these are defense troops and can sustain a lot of damage from arrows, etc. 2- Cavalry = These troops are the fighters that directly clash with the enemy and are the best at it. 3- Archers = These are best troops to damage the enemy before clashing with them. They are skilled in archery and shooting. Other than that, the infantry has pro-troops like spearmen and swordsmen. Bhanda had classified new infantry, cavalry and archers. There were twenty-five warriors in the village and twenty-five trained here. Now, Ramdra and Chandranshu stood to face each other like tigers waiting for the prey. "Today's warrior training is the last. From the next sunrise, you will be counted as real warriors, so here is one last trick of war. Remember it. In a war, the enemy will try to attack your neck, so whenever he tries that, just turn around, block his sword hand or the hand in which he is holding the sword and, with your other hand, hit him on his face. That would be very painful, and after that, make him fall to the ground. When he is on the ground, slice him or if you can, spare him by simply punching his head which will make him faint for some time. This is the best, but the worst can also happen, so try it carefully."Chandranshu was a good warrior. He had not fought a war but was still known as a great warrior. His father Ramanshu had died in a war against Ambeir when Chandranshu was small. Chandranshu was unaware that his father died in a war against ambler. So after that, Ramdra taught Chandranshu all the arts of swords. Everyone was busy practicing the trick taught by Ramdra when suddenly, a warrior screamed, "Fir…Fire, our village smo... smoke."Everyone first turned to the warrior and saw his eyes turned toward the village. Everyone then looked in the direction of the village and was stunned to see that it was not regular smoke. It looked like their village was covered by smoke, as everyone took their swords and rushed toward it.