Reading Notes: Mahabharata Part A - The Arrival of Karna

A major tournament has just ended as another challenger approaches
The challenger asks if he can compete
He was permitted
The champion calls out the challenger
They get into an argument
They did not end up fighting

Karna

Source: HinduFAQs

I think telling this as a sort of challenge to the throne would make a good story
I just watched the Black Panther so the scene when T'challa is set to be king and he has a challenger is fresh in my mind
Not sure on the setting I want for this
Potentially two brothers vying for a throne
likely will focus on dialogue
May include the fight

References
PDE Mahabharata

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