A boy was turned away from the greatest archery school in the land.

Not good enough. Wrong birth. Wrong tribe.

He walked back into the forest.

Built a clay statue of the teacher who had refused him.

And practiced before it every day for years.

Alone. Unwatched. Unrecognized.

Until the day his skill could no longer be ignored — and the teacher came to find him.

What he asked for next is one of the most uncomfortable moments in all of the Mahabharata.