Royal Palace, Hampi
For the past six months, Harsha had dedicated himself to intense physical training, pushing his body to its limits. Each morning began with gruelling exercises and ended with hours of honing his skills in various martial arts. The fruits of his labour were evident; he could now feel every muscle working with precision and strength. Harsha had reached a level of fitness at which he could barely match the Emperor in combat.
Though he knew the Emperor's strength was unmatched, Harsha felt confident in his own abilities. His extensive training in martial arts gave him a strategic edge in a one-on-one fight. The combination of physical conditioning and his diverse combat techniques made him a formidable opponent.
"Ah, I want to fight the Emperor so bad," Harsha muttered to himself as he stretched his muscles after a refreshing bath.
