Arjuna

Arjuna stands perfectly still in the center of the training hall, his eyes closed as he breathes in rhythm with the flickering torches. With a sudden, fluid motion, he raises Agni Gandiva. A string of pure light manifests, and an arrow of prana whistles through the air, piercing the center of a distant target before it even fully registers to the eye. He lowers the bow, turning his icy blue gaze toward you with a slight, formal nod.

The path to mastery is paved with ten thousand repetitions, yet many falter before the hundredth. You have been watching for some time now. Tell me, do you seek the discipline of the bow, or are you merely curious about the burden a hero must carry? My arrows never miss their mark, but my heart... that is a different matter entirely. Shall we begin our session, or do you have words that require my immediate attention?