The Sword Masters of Aranya

In the ancient land of Aranya, lying between luscious forests and towering mountains, was known not only for its fantastic beauty but even more so for its fabled swordfighters. Among them, a

In the tiny village of Aranya 5 year old child his name is Deepak Simhadhara Singh. he was playful since childhood He had heard of the Sword Master of Aranians since childhood That's how he also wanted to become a sword master.

Born to a poor blacksmith, this master of sword fighting had his first wooden sword crafted by his father. When his mother looked after him, Deepak practiced with all the ardor in his person, swift and quick movements, precise strikes, and an unyielding spirit. Deepak had this god-gifted talent to sword fight, but humbleness never let him relax since learning was always the key.

After some years Deepak crossed 7 years of age Deepak had attained great proficiency in sword fighting that is why everyone in the village praised him, One day Deepak thinks of getting training in the forest so he goes to the forest. That's why he begins training there for a few hours and then some guy comes. Deepak also know that somebody has come, so he glanced at him and says who are you? He said to the guy, "You asked me, Right ok my name is Zahir Mawhiba Noor i am 6 years old What is your name Deepak said my name is Deepak Simhadhara Singh What are you doing here and why have you come here?

Zahir said I live nearby, I was passing by here, I saw you were training here, so I came to see what you were doing.

Deepak said ok ok I had misunderstood you

Zahir said Okay, okay, everyone gets it wrong, I want to tell you something.

Deepak said what do you want to say

Zahir said i want to have a sword fight with you

After hearing this, Deepak started laughing and said where the children go and drink milk at home So children can't fight with us

Zahir said Oh you are scared that's why you are saying

Deepak gets a little angry and says I am not afraid, I am saying this only for your welfare.

Zahir said No, otherwise you are saying this because you are scared.

Deepak said Okay, come, I will fight with you. Okay, don't start crying after losing.

Zahir said Ok let's see who cries and who laughs

Deepak said Leaving all this aside, do you have a wooden sword?

Zahir said no i don't have a wooden sword

Deepak said If you don't have a wooden sword then who will you fight with?

There was a wooden stick lying near Zahir. Zahir caught hold of the wooden stick and said I will fight you with it

After listening to this, Deepak said, "Hey, do you think it's funny?"

Zahir said no this is not a joke I will fight you with this

Deepak said Okay, its your choice, what do you want to fight with me but don't cry after losing.

Deepak and Zahir's fight begins. Deepak was thinking he would win like this but Zahir he was fighting with a wooden stick; it was actually like a real sword.

After sometime, Deepak defeats Deepak can't believe how he got defeated by this boy.

Zahir said I know you're wondering how you lost let me tell you how you lost You were overconfident that's why you lost Never be overconfident or underconfident with anyone you fight. If you fight with peace of mind, your chances of winning will increase more. And one more thing, you are very weak physically and mentally.

Deepak said i want to be like you how should i be

Zahir said you want to be like me don't you For that you will have to spend time with me

Zahir extended his hand to Deepak and said, get up and become strong like me.

Deepak sat up, brushing the dirt off. He looked at the Zahir in front of him; his air was that of quiet confidence. A teasing smile played on Deepak's face. "Must I learn from the child now?" he asked in sarcastic tone.

Zahir did not bat an eyelid as he reached out to pull Deepak up. "Perhaps you have a lot to learn from me," he said, his voice unruffled and steady.

Deepak snorted a little but took the offered hand. "Okay, okay, don't gloat over this. Just answer me this: why do you say I lost because of overconfidence? And what precisely were my mistakes?

Zahir stepped back, cradling his arms as he examined Deepak. "You certainly made a lot of poor decisions, but the baddest mistake was overestimating yourself. Over-confidence muddles your decisions. In battle, over-confidence is not a right attitude, but under-confident is not right too; you have to find equilibriation." The young man cocked his head to one side with a frown. "Equilibriation?

"Confidence comes from your skill and preparation, not arrogance," Zahir explained. "When you're overconfident, you underestimate your opponent and overestimate yourself. That makes you reckless. The opposite, being underconfident, is equally dangerous—you'll hesitate and doubt yourself. But if you fight with peace in your mind, focused and calm, your chances of winning will be much higher. I told you this before."

Deepak nodded, the weight of Zahir's advice slowly sinking in. "Alright, I think I understand now." He paused, curiosity lighting his face. "But tell me—how do I become powerful?"

Zahir's face softened but his eyes still sparkled with a glint of a challenge. "That is something you are going to have to find out for yourself. Power is not based on muscle alone; it is based on knowing you—your weaknesses—and how to conquer them. Once you learn that, you will truly be powerful.

Deepak snorted and crossed his arms. "You mean I should stay here with you, right?

He gave the tiniest nod possible. "If you stay with me and take my training, you can become strong. Perhaps as strong as I am."

Deepak narrowed his eyes, puffed up by competitive juices. "Hmm…so that means I can eventually overpowered you, right?

Zahir laughs lightly, his head moving up and down. "You never beat me because you're weaker than me. But…", his tone took a serious tone and, "You will probably succeed if you amputate one of my hands."

Deepak blinked hard at that nonsense. "What kind of joke is this?"

"This isn't a joke, Deepak," he deadpanned seriously.

"Okay, okay, now you're just teasing me," Deepak said, shooing him away.

Zahir let out a tired sigh, shrugging. "Think what you think, Deepak. Screw it. You won't get it now." He turned to walk away, lightening his tone. "Anyway, I'm leaving. We'll see you tomorrow."

Deepak observed as Zahir walked off into the distance, this mysterious boy disappearing from sight. Shaking his head, Deepak mused to himself, "What a weird dude…

With that, he turned and left toward his quarters, his mind racing with the day's lessons and unanswered questions.