It was early morning in the capital city of Hampi. The air was crisp and cool. The sun wasn't up. The darkness was awaiting the sun's arrival on the horizon to fade. The Palace staff was waking up to do their chores in the morning.
Meanwhile, in the training arena. Sounds of wooden swords clashing swiftly and precisely could be heard. It was a spar between Harsha and Viswa.
Harsha didn't really have much time to spar due to his Emperor duties but he made time twice a week to spar with Viswa, his butler.
Viswa was the only person that could realistically spar with him. The rest of the palace guards were to weak compared to him. So it was useless to train with them to increase his skill. Viswa, on the other hand, was trained under him and was very talented compared to the others.
