Passing on the Art

In the ruins of Rama with the Axe, Bai Mo sat on a stone bed, his face full of speechlessness and contemplation, while Kama sat beside him, stuffing a bunch of grapes into his mouth.

"Hmm... it tastes really good. Next time, remember to consult with Lord Kama before taking action. Although Rama with the Axe is not an emanation of Krishna, he is an emanation of Vishnu, and his actions are still in defense of the Dharma."

She turned her head, peeled a grape, and then put it in her mouth.

"And why were you unwilling to teach that guy? It would have been entirely beneficial, with no downsides. You insisted on using the guise of a deal. Now look what happened, you have no choice but to accept it, don't you?"

Bai Mo sighed, "I'm already embroiled in a lot of trouble. What if I drag him into it if something happens in the future? Wouldn't that be harming him?"

"What should I do? Why do you always like to shoulder everything by yourself?" Kama rolled over, resting his chin on Bai Mo's head, and pressed his temples with his fingers, as if giving him a massage.

"Me too. I've caused you a lot of trouble here, but I've never heard you complain once."

"The moment I accepted your help, I accepted everything about you, including your troubles."

Upon hearing Bai Mo's words, Kama paused, then blushed slightly and tugged at Bai Mo's hair. She whispered in his ear, "You're really greedy, my Master."

A moment later, footsteps sounded outside the door, followed by a knock. Rama with the Axe and Karna entered Bai Mo's room together. Rama with the Axe looked at Kama with a hint of wariness in his eyes.

"Invisible Cupid, I allow you to stay here because you are traveling with this warrior, but you must not leave this room; this is my bottom line."

Kama waved his hand impatiently, as if shooing away a fly. "It's as if nobody wants to see you. Flowers can't grow from stones; in the end, you'll only be worn down by wind and frost, and even moss won't give you a second glance."

Rama with the Axe, didn't argue, while Karna stared at Bai Mo with excitement in his eyes. He completely ignored the beautiful Kama beside him, his eyes filled only with a thirst for power.

"Master, I've prepared my accommodations. When do we begin training?"

"Right now."

As Bai Mo spoke, he handed Karna a translated ancient book. Karna took it and saw that it was printed with three characters: "Bodhidharma Sutra".

"This is the martial arts manual I will impart to you. The rest of the time, you should study and comprehend it."

Rama with the Axe to the side, also glanced at the scripture with curiosity, while Karna asked with some doubt, "The rest of the time?"

"That's right, the rest of the time."

Morning--

At the seaside, at an estuary, Karna fell into the water, choking on a mouthful of water. Just as he got up, Bai Mo, in the distance, struck him again, knocking him back into the water.

"Karna, you rely too much on your Golden Armor. This water can't penetrate Golden Armor, but it can easily knock you down. Get up, the next wave is coming."

"Yes, Master!"

Karna gritted his teeth and stood up from the water again, but Bai Mo struck again with a palm, and the giant wave generated by the force of 500,000 horses knocked him back into the water.

noon--

With a loud bang, Karna, wielding an enormous, ridiculously Great Saber, followed Bai Mo's sword techniques. This blade was forged by Bai Mo with the power of 920,000 horsepower, making it incredibly heavy.

Karna glanced at the Beginning and End of Bai Mo's sword. The blade seemed light and nimble, constantly making a humming sound in the air. But he didn't utter a word, believing it was all training given by his teacher.

After finishing the set, Karna felt as if his arm was about to break.

Then, Bai Mo sent over the Asura Eternal Life Art, and the wound that would normally take several days to heal was instantly restored.

"Continue."

"Yes!"

Karna looked up at the midday sun, inwardly wondering, "Why is this sun so big?"

evening--

A sumptuous feast of roasted meat filled the table, making Karna's mouth water. Although Bai Mo trained relentlessly, he wouldn't let Karna suffer when it was time to enjoy himself. He strongly opposed forcing Karna to endure hardship, so he prepared a lavish dinner for him.

Karna couldn't wait any longer and wanted to pounce on it. The intensity of the day was unimaginable. The huge waves in the morning could almost turn the rocks into powder, and the knife-shaped object at noon was so large that even ten elephants couldn't pull it.

Therefore, his desire for food was nearing its limit at this moment.

"No!" A voice came from behind, not from Bai Mo, but from Rama with the Axe.

"How could a cultivator indulge in the desires of food and drink? Although I am not your master, I will not stand by and watch a martial artist indulge in such behavior!"

Come on, let's go to the mountains to find wild fruits to eat!

Karna was dragged away by Rama with the Axe, his face filled with despair.

night--

Karna sat cross-legged, constantly trying the meditation method taught by Bai Mo, which allowed him to replace sleep and rest with meditation, and at the same time, he could comprehend the Bodhidharma Sutra.

"Waaah... I have to hang in there, I can do it! The teaching at Drona must be really tough too, and it's only the first day, how could I possibly give up!"

Not far away, watching Karna persevere, Bai Mo picked up his pen to arrange his training for the next day.

Meanwhile, in the far reaches of Drona's school, Arjuna's second brother, Bhujun, Vayu Bhima, was stuffing a large bunch of fruit into his mouth and lying in bed with his brothers.

"Ah, I really miss the beds in the palace. The beds here are too hard, and the food is the same—just simple milk and boiled meat."

Young Bhima already had a large appetite, and he was clearly not full. He turned over and looked at Arjuna beside him, asking, "Arjuna, how about we go into the mountains and find some game?"

"No, Brother Bhima, if the teacher finds out, I'll get scolded."

Arjuna refused, while Bhima muttered a few words and said, "What's the problem? We're not using gold or silver vessels to hold the food like before."

"He even said, ' Arjuna, your archery skills have deteriorated!'"

Arjuna looked helpless. Then, he took a bow and arrow from beside the bed, drew it, aimed it at the window, and squinted. With a whooshing sound, the arrow left the bowstring and flew through the vast jungle. Dozens of seconds later, the sound of a wild boar could be heard from the distance of the forest.

"Wow, Arjuna! Don't worry, your second brother won't keep it all to himself. He'll bring you some too."

Bhima jumped out of the window and ran out. Arjuna's fourth brother, Nakula, asked, "Brother Bhima, is it alright for you to go out like that?"

"Letting the Bhima continue to starve will only create more problems," the eldest son Yudhishthira, said, eliciting a burst of laughter from the bedroom. With a rare sense of relaxation, everyone drifted off to sleep.

But one person wasn't asleep, or rather, two people weren't asleep.

"Yo yo yo, you're doing very well, Great Archer. At this rate, it might not be long before Drona teaches you the Brahma's Noble Phantasm."

At that time, any pretext could be used to kill those Hundred Sons of Dhritarashtra.

"Shut up! They're our brothers. How can you take their lives over a few minor squabbles?"

Arjuna murmured to himself, looking down at his feet, where there was nothing. But in Arjuna's eyes, it seemed as if a dark shadow was kneeling at his feet.