The Chronicles Of Genius Archer

Slice Of Life

Arjun called out to Nakul and said, "Nakul, no need to worry. It's not something new to us—we're used to it. In simple words, just understand that we are princes on paper.

In reality, we don't have any power. We don't even live in the Hastinapur palace." With that, the three brothers turned and started walking toward Vajra City.

​Nakul was left stunned. He didn't know what Arjun meant by those words or why they possessed no real power, but he knew that once he earned their trust, Arjun would tell him about his past himself.

So, Nakul smiled slightly—a genuine, caring smile for the brothers.

​Inside the Vajra Academy dormitories, every student had been assigned their own private room. The dorms were large and spacious, featuring windows that let in the night breeze.

Each room contained a grand wardrobe made of luxurious red sandalwood, adorned with mesmerizing hand-carved scripture and wood details.

The walls were decorated with ancient inscriptions and intricate stone carvings. The girls' dorms were built separately, located directly opposite the boys' dormitories.

​Meanwhile, the three brothers were trekking through a dense forest along a trail that led deep into the woods.

​"Arjun, it's already been half an hour since we crossed Vajra City," Bheem said. "It took us an hour to cross the city and reach the forest, and we still need another half-hour to reach home."

​Arjun replied, "Yeah, I know. In total, we need two hours to reach the academy from our home on foot."

​"Hmm, yeah, you're right, Arjun. We need two hours to reach the academy," Dharma agreed. "But setting that aside... why am I getting a ride from Bheem?"

​Dharma was sitting comfortably on Bheem's shoulders as Arjun and Bheem walked toward home.

​Arjun smiled. "It's because you are our eldest brother! Carrying you is no big deal."

​And last but not least, Bheem chimed in, "How could we let His Majesty, the ruler of the earth, walk on his own two feet?"

​Arjun, Bheem, and Dharma all laughed, enjoying the walk. They were truly taking pleasure in life, unbothered by the fact that they had to trek through this dangerous forest path every single day just to reach the academy.

They cherished each other's company far more than the inherited wealth of their ancestors.

​After walking for another half-hour, they arrived at a clearing in the middle of the dense forest. It was an open, flat expanse of approximately 100 acres, surrounded by woodland. Standing right in the center of the clearing was a home.

​To call it merely a "home" would be an understatement—it resembled a luxurious villa. The entrance was held up by beautifully hand-carved stone pillars, leading to a giant eight-foot front gate.

Inside lay a massive central hall surrounded by five fully furnished rooms, each decorated with detailed wooden and stone carvings.

The main floor also featured a large kitchen and a staircase leading to the first floor, which housed three more rooms and an open terrace.

Below, there was even a basement that served as a storehouse for their wood stock.

​In simple terms, the house looked like a villa where every single piece had been hand-crafted by their parents... back when they were still alive.

​Upon arriving, Bheem headed straight into the kitchen to start cooking, while Arjun picked up a water pot and went out to fetch water. Their water source was a small lake located about 200 meters from the house.

​Behind their home, two cows were tied to a wooden post, quietly grazing on grass beside a small vegetable garden. Arjun gave water to the cows before carrying the rest inside.

​A short while later, Bheem emerged from the kitchen carrying freshly cooked food.

​As it turned out, Bheem was actually an incredible cook.

​Arjun took a bite and smiled. "Bheem, your cooking is so good! I almost mistook your dish for a rotten banana at first, but it actually tastes amazing!"

​"Hey! Is that a compliment or are you mocking me?!" Bheem yelled in playful anger.

​He grabbed Arjun in a headlock and began tightly rubbing his scalp.

​"Oww, oww! Okay, sorry, Big Brother Bheem! Hehe! At least I learned a new lesson today!"

​"And what's that?" Bheem asked, loosening his grip slightly.

​"Never judge a dish by its cook!"

​"Why, you--!" Bheem yelled, chasing after Arjun.

​Arjun ran backward, laughing and teasing Bheem even more.

​Dharma interrupted their banter, his tone turning serious. "Starting tomorrow, we need to earn more money. We won't be able to afford the academy cafeteria if we don't work harder."

​All three of them looked at each other and nodded.

​Arjun said, "I'll chop more wood."

​Dharma added, "I'll craft more clay pots. Bheem can load everything onto our bullock cart, carry it to the nearby towns, and sell it."

​Meanwhile, back in the academy dorms, a young man sat beside a open window, gazing up at the bright moon.

​Positioned right between his eyebrows, a dazzling light shone brightly on his forehead—looking as though a brilliant diamond had been embedded directly into his skull.

​Who was this mysterious figure? And what were his true intentions?

​We will find out in the next chapter. Stay tuned!