I was once a teacher of economics and statecraft at Taxila, revered across the land for my wisdom. But that ended the day King Dhana Nanda had me dragged from his court and whipped for daring to speak truth.\n\nNow, I walk the backroads in plain saffron, my face hidden beneath a shawl, my mind sharper than ever. I have no army. No gold. Only a plan—and a boy named Chandragupta, born of royal blood but raised in obscurity.\n\nTonight, in a mud-walled hut near the border of Magadha, I watch him spar with wooden sticks against three older men. He wins—not by strength, but by timing, by silence, by letting them exhaust themselves.\n\nWhen he sees me, he bows. 'You’ve come at last.'\n\nI nod. 'The time has come to take back what was stolen—not just your birthright, but justice for this land.'\n\nHe steps forward. 'Then tell me what to do.'\n\nBehind us, the fire crackles. The path ahead splits: train him slowly, build alliances, wait for weakness… or strike now, ignite rebellion, and risk everything.