"This is an advanced martial technique that allows the wielder to unleash a barrage of arrows, ranging from a single powerful shot to a relentless storm of ten thousand arrows. Each stage of the technique builds on mastery over precision, control, and the user's spiritual energy, culminating in an overwhelming display of power and skill." Said Shivarjuna explaining about technique wielded by powerful archers in Mahabharat time.
"Master," Feng Xuan began, his voice steady, "This One-to-Ten Thousand Arrow Technique where I can begin to comprehend its secrets. Can you teach me?"
Shivarjuna studied him with an approving gaze, the corner of his lips curving into a slight smile. "The One-to-Ten Thousand Arrow Technique, Feng Xuan, is not merely a skill. It is the embodiment of precision, patience, and power. To master it is to master yourself. Are you prepared for such a challenge?"
Feng Xuan nodded firmly. "Yes, Master. I am ready."
Shivarjuna stood, motioning for Feng Xuan to rise. "Good. Let me explain its principles. The technique consists of multiple stages, each building on the one before. The first stage is the Single Shot Precision—the foundation of all archery. You must channel your energy into one perfect arrow, striking your target with unwavering focus."
Feng Xuan tightened his fists in determination. "I've trained for accuracy and focus my entire life. This stage will be a test of all I've learned."
Shivarjuna nodded. "Indeed. But accuracy is only the beginning. From there, you will learn the Triple Strike, dividing your energy to create three arrows simultaneously. Then comes the Rain of Ten Arrows, requiring not only focus but balance in your spiritual energy."
Feng Xuan's eyes lit up with excitement. "And beyond that?"
"The true test begins," Shivarjuna continued, his voice taking on a reverent tone. "The Hundredfold Volley challenges your endurance, creating a curtain of arrows that blankets the battlefield. From there, the Thousand Arrow Formation tests your ability to control each arrow individually, weaving them into intricate patterns or devastating strikes. This is where your mind must command the storm."
Feng Xuan's breath hitched at the sheer scale. "A thousand arrows… I can hardly imagine such power."
"You will, in time," Shivarjuna assured him. "But the ultimate stages require not just strength, but mastery of your soul and spirit power. At the Five Thousand Arrow Convergence, you will focus the power of thousands of arrows into a single, earth-shattering strike. And finally, the Ten Thousand Arrow Storm—a technique that only a select few have ever achieved. It transforms the battlefield into a tempest of destruction, leaving no corner untouched."
Feng Xuan's voice trembled slightly, a mix of awe and determination. "Master, how can one maintain control over such a vast number of arrows?"
Shivarjuna stepped closer, placing a hand on Feng Xuan's shoulder. "Through visualization and discipline, my disciple. Imagine each arrow, see its path, and feel its energy. Your spirit power must flow like a river, unbroken and unstoppable. But remember—this technique is not just about destruction. It is about precision and purpose. Even amidst the storm, you must remain calm."
Feng Xuan bowed deeply. "I understand, Master. I will dedicate myself to mastering this technique."
Shivarjuna smiled, his pride evident. "Good. We will start with the Single Shot Precision today. From there, we will build. But know this, Feng Xuan—your heart must remain as steady as your bowstring. Without focus, even ten thousand arrows are meaningless. I don't have much time so I can only guide you till the forth stage but I will leave further cultivating instruction in your mind, you will get it once you master this technique in the hundredfold valley"
Feng Xuan sat cross-legged on the training ground, his bow resting lightly across his lap. Shivarjuna stood nearby, his presence calm but commanding, his piercing gaze fixed on Feng Xuan.
"Master," Feng Xuan began, looking up, "you mentioned the One-to-Ten Thousand Arrow Technique. What are the first steps to mastering it?"
Shivarjuna nodded, his tone patient and firm. "Feng Xuan, before you even think of unleashing thousands of arrows, you must master the foundation. The first stage is Single Shot Precision. Do you know what that means?"
"Accuracy, right?" Feng Xuan guessed, gripping his bow.
"More than accuracy," Shivarjuna corrected, his voice like a blade cutting through the air. "It is about absolute focus. When you draw the bowstring, your entire being—mind, body, and spirit—must align with the arrow. Imagine the target, not as something you aim for, but as a part of you. The arrow must find its mark as naturally as breathing."
Feng Xuan frowned slightly, considering the words. "So, it's about more than just hitting the target?"
"Exactly," Shivarjuna said, his lips curving into a faint smile. "It's about control. Control over yourself and the energy you wield. Only when you master this control can you move to the next stage."
"And what's the second stage, Master?"
"The Triple Strike," Shivarjuna replied, his tone turning sharp. "In this stage, you learn to divide your energy and focus into three arrows, each aimed at a different target. It's not just about firing multiple arrows—it's about firing them with precision and balance."
Feng Xuan's eyes widened. "Three arrows at once? That sounds... overwhelming."
"It will be," Shivarjuna admitted, "until you learn to channel your Spirit Power evenly across all three. Start small, practice with two arrows, then gradually add a third. Remember, if even one arrow falters, the technique fails."
Feng Xuan nodded, determination flickering in his eyes. "I'll master it, no matter how hard it is."
"Good," Shivarjuna said approvingly. "But the Triple Strike is only the beginning of multitasking. The third stage is where the real challenge begins."
"The Rain of Ten Arrows?" Feng Xuan asked, his grip tightening on his bow.
"Yes," Shivarjuna confirmed, his expression serious. "This is where your Spirit Power will be truly tested. You will create and fire ten arrows simultaneously, each one needing the same precision and control as a single arrow. The targets will vary—some moving, some stationary—and you must hit them all."
"Ten arrows..." Feng Xuan murmured, his brows furrowing. "That's a huge leap from three."
"It is," Shivarjuna agreed, "but it's also where you'll learn to dominate the battlefield. With ten arrows, you can suppress enemies, control their movements, and create openings for decisive attacks. However, it requires perfect energy management. If you overexert yourself or lose focus, the arrows will falter, leaving you vulnerable."
Feng Xuan took a deep breath, letting the weight of the challenge settle in. "I understand, Master. The first three stages seem daunting, but I'm ready to begin."
Shivarjuna placed a hand on Feng Xuan's shoulder, his gaze steady. "Good. Remember, Feng Xuan, these stages are not just about power. They are about discipline, adaptability, and control. Without these, the later stages will crush you. Now, let's begin your training with Single Shot Precision. Show me your focus."
Feng Xuan stood, his resolve like steel. "Yes, Master."