Chapitre 18: 18."Paths of Destiny"
To shine brightly like the sun, you must first work hard and persevere through challenges, just like the sun burns fiercely to emit its light and warmth.
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As Karna expressed his gratitude, a sense of humility enveloped me, softening the edges of fatigue from our recent battle. "That was my first true test in combat, and it was indeed challenging," I admitted, my voice carrying the weight of exhaustion. Yuyutsu, sensing the shared sentiment, chimed in with his own revelation, "Indeed, that was my maiden skirmish as well." His gaze shifted to Karna, curiosity gleaming in his eyes. "But I can't help but wonder why that creature singled you out," he pondered aloud.
Karna, his demeanor a blend of confusion and bewilderment, shook his head in response. "I'm at a loss as to why that creature targeted me. This is the first instance of such an encounter in my experience," he confessed.
Interrupting their exchange, I interjected, "That creature is known as a Deviant, but let's set that aside for now." Turning to Karna, I offered a warm smile. "I'm Avalok, and this is Yuyutsu," I introduced us, hoping to dissolve any lingering tension.
Returning the gesture, Karna introduced himself. "My name is Karna, and once again, I am deeply grateful for your aid," he expressed, gratitude coloring his words.
Waving off his thanks, I remarked, "No need to mention it. Your prowess in battle was truly remarkable, Karna." However, Karna's response gave me pause.
"Thank you for your kind words, but please, refrain from calling me your friend," he requested, his tone tinged with a hint of sadness.
Perplexed by his reluctance, Yuyutsu spoke up, "But Karna, you are an exceptional warrior. Surely, we could forge a strong friendship."
A shadow passed over Karna's features, and he hesitated before revealing, "Given that you both appear to be princes, and I am a Suta, I fear it would not be appropriate for us to form a bond of friendship. It might tarnish your status."
Yuyutsu's confusion mirrored my own as he pressed for clarification. "But why should that matter, Karna? Your prowess on the battlefield is what truly matters, not your birth."
Before Karna could respond, I interjected, speaking from the depths of my conviction. "Does it truly matter, my friend? Our worth is not determined by our birth but by our character and the principles we uphold. Birth may define our circumstances, but it is our actions and adherence to dharma that elevate us."
Karna's gaze softened, and a flicker of understanding crossed his features. Perhaps, in that moment, he began to see that true camaraderie transcends the bounds of birth or status, existing solely in the connection forged through shared experiences and mutual respect.
As we stood by the banks of the sacred Ganga, I gathered my thoughts and shifted the conversation away from the recent skirmish. "Let's set that aside for now and focus on the reason we're here," I suggested, gesturing towards the tranquil waters of the river. "Karna, Yuyutsu and i come to bathe in the purifying waters of the Ganga. You're welcome to join us."
Without waiting for a response, I dashed towards the water's edge, the cool breeze tousling my hair as I leaped into the flowing current. The refreshing embrace of the Ganga enveloped me, and I heard the splashes of Yuyutsu and Karna as they followed suit.
For an hour, we swam and frolicked in the rejuvenating waters, the cares of the world melting away with each stroke. The Deviant and our recent encounter faded into the background, replaced by the camaraderie of shared laughter and the serenity of the river's embrace.
Emerging from the water, we basked in the warm sunlight, the droplets clinging to our skin glistening like pearls. As we began to dry off, Karna turned to me with a curious expression. "Avalokiteshvara, why have you come to Hastinapur?" he inquired, his tone tinged with genuine interest.
Hearing this I become surprised now he is calling me Avalokiteshvara how did he know that name I look at Karna suspiciously.
Karna's smile widened as he spoke, a glimmer of amusement dancing in his eyes. "If you're wondering how I know this name, it's because rumors have already begun to spread across Hastinapur. It's said that Maharishi Bharadwaja bestowed a title upon a prince of Vidarbha, naming him Avalokiteshvara, believed to be an avatar. Additionally, my mother shared your story with me," he explained casually.
His revelation left me momentarily stunned, a whirlwind of thoughts racing through my mind. "How could word of this spread so quickly?" I pondered silently, marveling at the speed with which gossip traveled in the bustling city.
Before I could gather my thoughts, Yuyutsu's voice broke through my reverie. "Ah, so you've acquired a new name. I shall address you as such as well," he declared with a hint of mischief in his tone.
Surprised by his quick acceptance of my new name, I couldn't help but offer him a grateful smile. His easygoing nature served as a comforting reminder amidst the uncertainty that surrounded us.
With a sigh, I turned my attention back to Karna, offering an explanation for our sudden appearance in Hastinapur. "We've come with my father for a meeting scheduled to take place over the next two days," I revealed, hoping to alleviate any lingering curiosity he might have.
Karna nodded in understanding, and together, we found respite beneath the shade of a towering tree, the rustling leaves providing a soothing backdrop to our conversation. As we settled in for a much-needed rest, the camaraderie forged in battle began to deepen, paving the way for newfound friendships to blossom amidst the chaos of war-torn Hastinapur.
As we settled under the comforting shade of the tree, I couldn't help but notice the turmoil brewing within Karna's heart, evident in the furrow of his brow and the distant look in his eyes. Sensing his inner struggle, I offered him a reassuring smile before speaking.
"You know, Karna," I began softly, catching his attention, "your destiny is shaped by the culmination of your decisions. Each choice you make has the power to alter the course of your life, ultimately shaping your future."
His gaze met mine, a flicker of curiosity mingling with understanding as he listened intently to my words.
"Decisions," I continued, "are born from the depths of the human perspective. They are influenced by our experiences, beliefs, and the values we hold dear."
I paused for a moment, allowing my words to sink in before pressing on.
"Changing one's perspective is no easy feat," I remarked, a note of conviction lacing my tone. "It requires immense courage and introspection to challenge the beliefs and ideologies that have shaped us."
With a gentle push, I urged him to consider the power of his own thoughts in shaping his destiny.
"The thoughts we harbor," I explained, "are deeply ingrained within us, guiding our actions and influencing our decisions. When one's mindset remains unchanged, so too does their path forward, leaving the future shrouded in uncertainty."
As I spoke, I could see a glimmer of recognition dawn in Karna's eyes, a silent acknowledgment of the weight of my words.
"It's one's experience that influences his thoughts, Avalokiteshvara," Karna spoke, his voice tinged with solemnity. "One who has experienced injustice all his life may understandably view those around him with suspicion and caution. What's wrong with that?"
His words hit me like a revelation, shedding light on the layers of societal norms and ingrained prejudices that permeated Hastinapur. With a gentle push, Karna continued, delving deeper into the heart of the matter.
"Here, everything is decided by birth," he explained, his voice carrying a hint of resignation. "Just like a charioteer's son is destined to become a charioteer, and a king's son is fated to inherit the throne."
His words struck a chord within me, challenging the very foundation of meritocracy and equality. "Do you mean to say that one's birth determines what one deserves, regardless of their capabilities?" I questioned, grappling with the implications of his belief.
Karna offered a rueful smile in response to my inquiry. "You're trying to talk me into things," he remarked, acknowledging the tug-of-war between tradition and progress.
Yet, undeterred by his skepticism, I pressed on, seeking to understand the depths of his aspirations. "All I desire is respect," Karna revealed, his voice carrying a quiet resolve. "I've never harbored ambitions for power, for I understand that one's birth determines their rights. Respect, however, must be earned."
His words resonated with a sense of quiet dignity, prompting me to reflect on the intricacies of privilege and entitlement. "Then you only claim the right to be a charioteer, my friend," I observed, pondering the limitations imposed by societal expectations. "But don't you ever long to break free from those confines, to wield your potential like a wild weapon, unbound by the constraints of birth?"
Karna shared the wishes of his father and Bhishma,"My friend, if you were born a Kshatriya and wielding a weapon was your birthright, would you still feel the same?" I questioned, hoping to challenge his perspective gently.
Karna's smile held a hint of melancholy as he responded, "It's futile to reason on this, Avalokiteshvara. I was not born into the Kshatriya caste, and therefore, I do not have the inherent right to wield a weapon or learn the art of war. Birth, in my understanding, dictates one's rights."
His words hung heavy between us, a stark reminder of the rigid societal structures that governed our lives in Hastinapur. As I shifted my gaze from the expanse of the sky to the flowing waters of the Ganga, a sense of solemnity settled over me.
"If you ask me, it's not birth but capability that should determine one's rights and the respect they receive," I asserted, my tone earnest and resolute. "Self-respect, above all, is the most valuable form of respect, for those who seek it externally are never truly satisfied. I've always believed, my friend, that our decisions shape our destiny. A single choice can alter the course of our lives."
With a sigh, I continued, "I've shared with you before, my friend, the power of one's decisions in shaping their destiny."
A heavy sigh escaped me as I contemplated the weight of truth and revelation. "Just... if you knew the truth," I murmured softly.
Karna's curiosity was piqued by my cryptic statement, and he leaned in, prompting me to elaborate. "What do you mean, Avalokiteshvara?" he inquired, his eyes searching mine for answers.
As I observed Karna's reaction, a warm smile graced my lips, attempting to offer reassurance amidst his uncertainty. "Nothing to worry about, my friend," I reassured him gently, my voice soft yet filled with conviction. "JUST REMEMBER, EXTRAORDINARY THINGS ONLY HAPPEN TO EXTRAORDINARY PEOPLE. MAYBE IT'S A SIGN THAT YOU'VE GOT AN EXTRAORDINARY DESTINY, SOMETHING GREATER THAN YOU COULD HAVE IMAGINED."
His eyes widened in surprise, a glimmer of hope flickering within their depths as my words began to sink in. "Mahendra Parvata," I continued, my tone becoming more animated, "there, you will have the opportunity to meet Bhagwan Parshuram and become his student."
However, Karna's initial shock quickly gave way to doubt, his brows furrowing in concern. "But why would Bhagwan Parshuram teach a Suta like me?" he questioned, his voice tinged with uncertainty.
I met his gaze with unwavering confidence, my smile unwavering as I offered him words of encouragement. "Because greatness knows no bounds of birth or lineage, my friend," I replied earnestly, hoping to instill in him a sense of belief in his own potential. "Bhagwan Parshuram recognizes talent and determination, regardless of one's background. If you have the courage to pursue knowledge and master the art of warfare, then you are more than deserving of his teachings."
"Just do what I said and don't hide anything from him. Tell him everything about you," I urged Karna, emphasizing the importance of transparency in his upcoming encounter with Bhagwan Parshuram. With a solemn nod, Karna acknowledged my advice, a sense of determination flickering in his eyes.
Turning my attention to Yuyutsu, who had been dozing peacefully throughout our conversation, I gently roused him from his slumber. "Yuyutsu, let's head home," I suggested, prompting him to stir from his rest.
As we rose to leave, I cast a final glance at Karna, his figure silhouetted against the backdrop of the towering tree. "We will meet again, my friend, when the time is right," I reassured him, offering a nod of farewell before turning to depart.
With Yuyutsu by my side, we began our journey homeward, leaving Karna to contemplate his next steps beneath the tranquil shade of the tree. Alone with his thoughts, he pondered the path that lay ahead, grappling with the weight of his destiny and the choices that awaited him.
As we faded into the distance, the quiet serenity of the surroundings enveloped Karna, offering solace amidst the uncertainty of his future. And amidst the rustling leaves and gentle whisper of the breeze, he found a sense of clarity, a resolve to forge his own path and seize the extraordinary destiny that beckoned him forth.
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État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
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