Thriving to make his astra acknowledge him, Isavaka spent the whole-time training. Everyone completed their classes and started moving back to their dorms. Everyone noticed a boy who was striving with his astra.

“Ahhhh... WHY! Why should it be me!” Fighting with his flaws, Isavaka’s feelings were on the verge of breaking him down when a cold hand patted his back.

“Don’t worry buddy,” a straight, fearless voice who he could remember continued, “Whatever happens, fight to the core as you did before.”

Isavaka turns back and stands up. He witnesses a face with intimidating grey eyes.

“You might or might not remember me, but I remember you good. You just followed a myth and broke the history of entering the Institute through the Mandir’s permission. You just made history by surviving the shadow tier curse. You are forgetting what you had, what you have and what you can have by your narrow thinking. Think, think about what you lack. Think what you were. Just fucking think what rebellious attitude of yours brought you here, what made you get back your and what your bow is expecting from YOU! Your bow is one of the those bows which was passed down to you after the last user died. According to a few books, this is the bow yielded by King Agneya, the name of this bow is Brhatbanu. It was the bow of the most rebellious ruler in world history. Bring out the rebel in you to yield this power, Isavaka.” 

With astonishment and feeling of responsibility of having Brhatbanu in his hand, he sighed out and lifted his head to see the setting sky and said,” Thank you. By the way my name is Isavaka *seeing Anji* this is my pet, Anji.”

“Oh ok. My name is Madhu, 4th year. *turning left* I’ll meet you later.”