“He’d been waiting for the right moment to use his perfect arrow that had divine powers. However, before he could use it, he died in a war, fighting for his realm. Thus, the arrow remained pristine. While taking his last breaths, he gave me the arrow, and before I could leave, he grabbed me by the hand and narrated an incident.”
“What incident?”
“He told me that once a sage had advised him not to use the best horse for a trivial war. I responded with a nod, because I believed that the sage was right. Then, he told me one last thing that the sage had told him.”
“What was that?”
“Your hardest war is to decide whether it’s trivial or not.” After saying this, the man narrating the story became lifeless, and the arrow was lying by his body, being in its pristine form.
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