[Comprehensive] Enkidu

When Drona saw a child named Karna for the first time, he was convinced that this child had extraordinary talents, and the future glory would surely shine on the entire continent.

Ten-year-old children already have the embryonic form of beauty, quietly waiting for the teacher's instruction.

He is wearing a red gown, without any variegated materials and finely woven threads, all of which tell the beauty of ingenuity.

But the cloth is more precious than the longbow in his hand. The powerful weapon called a god tool should be the most precious reward for a hero, but now it shows a moving soft light obediently in the hands of a child.

Perhaps Drona stared at his weapon with admiration, and Karna tilted his head slightly.

"Teacher, what's the matter?"

"No, I just lament that Karna's weapons are so precious, which makes the teacher feel a little ashamed."

No wonder.

The child in front of me does not have any caste, but no one can slander his birth, because his upbringer is a powerful god, so powerful that the legend of him is also being passed down in the mortal world. As the adopted son of a god, it is natural that he cannot be judged solely by caste His birth height.

Recalling that the god actually wanted him to learn knowledge as Karna's teacher, even though he also had the obligation to teach the Kuru princes at the same time, he felt flattered and felt that it was an affirmation of himself.

"I prefer long guns to bows and arrows, but this is a gift from my brother, so I choose to bring it with me."

Karna gently plucked the bowstring, and the longbow, which ordinary people couldn't touch, was easily pulled out into a full arc.

Not only relying on his brother's prestige, Karna's own talent is also extremely excellent, he is not complacent about his own excellence, as if it should be regarded as a common thing.

When Drona praised his talent, what he got was not a childish ostentatious complacency, but a calm indifference.

"There is nothing to be proud of. Talents come from God's arrangements, and in the end it takes personal efforts to hold them firmly in your hands."

It's so mature that it doesn't look like a child.

Drona praised his disciples for their broad-mindedness, and behind the joyful kindness, there was a slight worry hidden.

As a mortal, he has the divinity of a sage, and in exchange for an equal exchange, he has seen the sufferings that his beloved disciple will bear in the future.

As the teacher of the world, Drona can impart countless knowledge, which is why Karna chose him as his teacher.

During the day, he studied archery, swordsmanship, and the way of imperial servants under Drona, and returned to Enkidu to practice spearmanship at night.

The almost harsh hard work made him improve rapidly. After a period of time passed, Drona suddenly found that this young disciple had already surpassed the progress of his peers, including several princes under his name who had been carefully taught.

It was the end of another lesson, and the afterglow of the setting sun was gently revealed on the shoulders of the young children. Drona watched the disciples leave, and the green-haired god who exuded a natural atmosphere was waiting outside as usual, and slightly turned to Germany. Rona nodded.

Derona obviously saw that the calm and unapproachable disciple quickened his pace a little, and he quickly walked in front of his brother. He raised his head, and he didn't know what he was talking about. A sparkle of light shone below.

Perhaps, with nothing to worry about, Karna might have gotten the best of luck.

Drona let out a long sigh of relief and put all his worries in his heart.

Although Drona valued the talented Karna very much, and his love for him was beyond words, his energy was more focused on the princes of Julu.

Karna is a very worry-free child. He doesn't fight or grab, and has no hostility. As a teacher, he doesn't need to worry too much.

In contrast, what troubled Drona even more were the talented princes of the Julu Kingdom.

Regarding the grievances and grievances of the princes of Julu, we also need to mention the two kings of the previous generation, Pandava and Chiguo.

Pandu and Chiguo are half-brothers with different mothers and fathers. They have a very good relationship, but after Pandu died, Chiguo inherited the throne. Therefore, the heirs of the two of them competed fiercely for the succession of the throne. Distinguish high and low.

Brahmin taught them classic ancient books, while Drona guided them to learn bow and martial arts. The bravery of the heirs is of course to show the excellence of martial arts and compete for the top spot.

Drona's classroom was full of gunpowder and flames of war. At the beginning, he would be happy for their continuous improvement in competition with each other, but later he was more helpless.

Managing a group of brats is really tiring (silently wiping away tears)......

However, Drona still likes these outstanding princes, especially Arjuna who is outstanding in archery and quite dazzling.

Ah Zhou is a god-given hero who will not involuntarily be loved by others as long as he is close to him. Even if he is young, he will not prevent the divergence of this personal quality.

When his elder brother was arguing with his younger brother and Chiguo's sons, he preferred not to join the camp and stay alone, playing with the bow in his hand thoughtfully.

Obviously, as long as you make a sound, you will stop the smoke from spreading. This kind of vile habit of turning a blind eye to causing disputes can only be described by nature.

Today is a competition of archery.

The martial arts that the young princes have been exposed to is not in-depth, but only lays a good foundation for future schools. After all, the oldest children are still far away from adulthood, and they don't need to have too much pressure now.

Seeing that Arjuna's bow target hit the red heart again, the eldest son of Chiguo, Nandi, who had been observing, couldn't help but twitched his lips.

There is no doubt that as long as there is a competition in the archery class, the winner will always be Arjuna with a calm face.

Arjuna's bow skills are not called "skills", but it is better to admit that it is an innate instinct. Ever since the enemy saw Arjuna pick up the longbow for the first time, he has never won against Arjuna again. That game.

I'm afraid that when Arjuna grows up a bit, not only his peers, but even adults will be difficult to match. I'm afraid that the glory of Chiguo Baizi will be completely overshadowed by him when he grows up.

It's really... boring, I wish I could kill this dazzling light now.

Arjuna didn't know what was going on in the enemy's heart, and he also didn't care what a tit-for-tat opponent imagined him to be. He put away his longbow, closed his eyes slowly, and waited for the teacher's applause to wake him up.

Even after experiencing thousands of compliments, Arjuna still enjoys showing himself in the sound of blessings.

But this time, the teacher who was always smiling slightly frowned, his gaze was on the arrow that was a little off from the bull's-eye, and there was a slight sternness in his eyes.

"You are doing well, Arjuna, but I think you can do better."

Arjuna restrained his self-satisfied smile, out of respect for the teacher, he didn't refute.

"Compared to your last result, you have regressed a bit this time. Even if it's only a little bit, you can't slack off. You must pay attention to it."

If Derona hadn't met Karna, he wouldn't have said words of warning. It was precisely because he saw a positive image with equally superb talent and always maintained an aggressive attitude that he would have a contrasting mentality.

"Yes, teacher."

There was no blush of shame on the black skin, Arjuna admitted in his heart that he was indeed a little more relaxed after being outstanding in archery classes one after another.

Drona nodded, happy that Arjuna was able to reflect. After all, the prince is a Kshatriya of the noble caste, so it doesn't matter if he is coquettish.

But when he thought of another disciple who was also born rich and still maintained a humble attitude, the balance in his heart could not help but tilt towards him.

"My newly recruited disciple also has superb bow skills, and he still practiced without neglect every time, practicing from morning to dusk."

Recalling Karna's face that was always drenched in sweat, Drona couldn't help but sigh.

"Compared with bow skills, he is better at marksmanship. At the beginning, he didn't even know how to practice correctly, but his bow skills have now reached the point of listening to the wind and debating his positions. As long as he shoots bows and arrows, there will be no failure."

"Is it really that great?"

It was not Arjuna who pursed his lips and said nothing, but the formidable enemy who was observing the movement.

Part of it was because he could ridicule Arjuna who never looked straight at him, and the other part was really amazed by the person the teacher said, and Nandi's tone was full of joy.

Difficult enemy remembered that Drona not only taught students of high caste, but also kindly accepted lowly commoners with good looks as disciples. He almost subconsciously regarded Karna as a low caste who was trying to change his status.

After all, it is normal for people of high caste not to work hard. If it wasn't for the success of Jianzhan (Pandu's eldest son) to the throne, he should be lying comfortably in the palace now, enjoying the service of the maid.

"It's hard to beat, you also need to work hard, too proud and complacent will lead to your own regression."

Derona's expression is serious, and his effort in archery practice is even more slack than that of Bhijun, the most slack among the five Pandu sons, because he seems to put all his efforts in the court's strategy.

If the queen hadn't begged him hard, Derona would never have thought of teaching him thanklessly.

Arjuna remained silent. In his opinion, the teacher's last words were not for Chiguo's eldest son, but to remind him from the side.

Is it more... talented than him?

Arjuna couldn't imagine such a scene.

Growing up under the love of his mother and the praise of his father, he knew that half of the blood of Indra, the emperor of heaven, was in his body. One day he will meet an opponent even better than him.

Arjuna never felt so embarrassed even when confronted with the hundred sons of the state, because he knew the nobility of his own blood, and he always looked down on their struggle from a superior angle.

Does not exist, absolutely does not exist, even if that person is really excellent, he must not be his opponent.