The morning air was crisp and filled with the sounds of nature as Subham, Saheli, and Ankan gathered in the training courtyard of Master Vidur's mansion. Master Vidur stood before them, his serene expression belying the intensity of the training they were about to undertake.
"Today, we begin your training," Vidur announced, his voice calm but authoritative. "Saheli, Ankan, you both have unique strengths that we will build upon. This mission in Africa will require you to be at your best."
Saheli and Ankan exchanged determined glances, ready to embrace whatever challenges lay ahead.
"Saheli," Vidur continued, "I will teach you a fighting art known as the 'Vital Point Strike.' This technique focuses on attacking the weak points of an opponent's body, rendering them incapacitated with minimal effort. You will also need to learn various languages spoken in Africa to aid us in our mission."
He handed Saheli a scroll containing detailed illustrations of the human body's pressure points, along with several books on African languages. Saheli took them, her eyes gleaming with determination.
"Ankan," Vidur said, turning to him, "your fighting style will be 'Flowing Water Technique.' This art emphasizes fluid, continuous movements, allowing you to strike your enemies flawlessly and with the speed and grace of water."
Ankan received his own scroll, filled with intricate diagrams and instructions. He nodded, feeling the weight of the responsibility and the excitement of learning something new.
"For the next few days," Vidur continued, "you will train rigorously. Saheli, you will spend your mornings practicing the Vital Point Strike and your afternoons studying languages. Ankan, you will work on mastering the Flowing Water Technique."
They both nodded, ready to begin their intense training. The next few days passed in a blur of activity. Saheli immersed herself in the study of pressure points and languages, while Ankan focused on perfecting his movements, turning his strikes into fluid, seamless attacks. Subham, having already undergone rigorous training, joined them in sparring sessions, providing valuable feedback and encouragement.
Despite the intensity of their training, the trio found moments of levity and camaraderie. They laughed at their mistakes, shared stories, and grew closer as a team. Even in the midst of their seriousness, they found time for humor and friendship.
One evening, after an especially grueling training session, Saheli flopped down on the grass, panting. "I never thought learning languages could be this exhausting. How do people do this for fun?"
Ankan, wiping sweat from his brow, grinned. "At least you're not trying to turn into a waterfall. My arms feel like they're about to fall off."
Subham chuckled, taking a seat beside them. "Hey, at least you didn't get a lecture from Vidur about how you're not supposed to eat the practice targets. He seemed pretty upset when I turned his wooden dummy into kindling."
Saheli laughed. "You really do have a one-track mind when it comes to food, Subham."
"Can't help it," Subham said with a shrug. "It's my natural talent."
After several days, Master Vidur called them together to discuss the next phase of their plan. They gathered in his study, the atmosphere thick with anticipation.
"Now that your training has progressed well," Vidur began, "we need to discuss how to get you to Africa without arousing suspicion from your parents."
Saheli bit her lip, worried about how her overly protective parents would react. "My parents would never let me go to Africa, especially after everything that's happened."
Ankan nodded. "Same here. They'll think it's too dangerous."
Vidur smiled, a twinkle in his eye. "We need a plausible story. Something that will reassure your parents and allow you to leave without too many questions. Fortunately, I have another disciple who specializes in such matters."
He picked up his phone and made a quick call. Within minutes, a young man named Ravi arrived at the mansion. Ravi was known for his expertise in planning and creating believable cover stories.
"Ravi," Vidur said, "we need your help to create an educational trip cover story for Saheli and Ankan. Something that will convince their parents to let them go to Africa."
Ravi nodded confidently. "Leave it to me, Master. We'll make this foolproof."
Over the next few days, Ravi worked tirelessly to create their cover story. Saheli designed convincing documents, including letters of acceptance and itineraries. Ankan built a professional-looking website for their fictitious cultural exchange program, complete with testimonials and photos. Ravi made sure every detail was perfect, leaving no room for doubt.
One night, as they were finalizing the last details, Subham leaned back in his chair and sighed. "You know, if this whole soul-fighting thing doesn't work out, we could totally start a business forging documents and websites."
Saheli laughed. "Let's hope it doesn't come to that. But if it does, I call dibs on being the CEO."
Ankan grinned. "And I'll be the head of IT. We could call it 'Subham's Shenanigans, Inc.'"
Subham rolled his eyes but couldn't help but chuckle. "Sounds like a plan."
Finally, the day came to present their plan to Saheli and Ankan's parents. Armed with their meticulously crafted documents, they approached their families with nervous but determined smiles.
To their relief, the parents, while initially hesitant, were reassured by the professional presentation and the educational angle. After some convincing and assurances, they reluctantly agreed to let Saheli and Ankan go on the "cultural exchange program."
As they left the house, Subham couldn't resist a quip. "See? I told you our plan would work. 'Subham's Shenanigans, Inc.' is off to a great start."
Saheli nudged him playfully. "Don't get too cocky, Santa Claus. We've still got a mission to prepare for."
With their cover story in place and their training progressing well, the trio felt more confident about the mission ahead. As they prepared for their journey to Africa, they knew they had to stay focused and vigilant. The real challenge was just beginning, and they were ready to face it together.