Aachman after building a helicopter fan for the young lady made him rekindle his interest in science. Thereupon, it was like the veil was lifted, Aachman realised there was tremendous potential to make meaningful and useful things for those who were closest and dearest to him.

Coconut was one of the important products in ancient India. They were used in various foods like chutney or curry. It was even eaten raw. What makes it more important than other food products was that its use was not only limited to food.

Coir was a natural fibre made from the outer husk of the coconut. It was used to make mattresses, brushes, and mats, among other things. It was widely used in ancient India's daily life.

Aachman's father, Kari, grows coconut trees on his farm for this very purpose. Aachman borrowed the coir from the house to make something that would raise his status from junior most lackey to senior lackey.

While creating his new invention, Aachman dreamed about the young lady praising him fervently and the other two lackeys were being servile to him. It was such a good dream to dream.

Aachman after finishing it was ready to go to work, but his family members were still sleeping, so he left without wishing them goodbye.

The sun was peeking from the eastern side of the sky, and Aachman walked briskly towards the village chief's house.

***

When Aachman arrived at the backyard of the chief's house, both lackeys and the young lady were waiting for the priest Nithyananda.

Lackeys were yawning and rubbing their eyes periodically, whereas the young lady was standing with her legs apart and her hand stiff along the body. Her eyes were wide open, but anyone who ever saw her might mistake her as a human doll, but Aachman's rich experience working with the young lady made him understand she was just sleeping.

If it were a month ago, he would not dare to wake up the young lady, but now he understood the young lady's character. He had no qualms in waking her up. Lackeys made some noise, but he promptly ignored them. After all, his new invention would certainly raise his rank to a senior lackey.

"Young lady, please wake up. I have something to show you" Aachman vigorously shook Akalya.

The young lady jerked and the light of consciousness came to her dull, lifeless eyes.

"Haaaaa, I am awake and in CONSTANT VIGILANCE," the young lady said in a panicked voice.

"Heh" Aachman was intrigued by the young lady's bizarre training, which resulted in her sleeping with her eyes open as a side effect, but he was wise enough not to ask his question.

"What do you want, Aacha? I was surprised, and you understand that I was not asleep."

"Young lady, see this, I invented this thing with you in mind" Aachman promptly ignored the quip; after all, he was more concerned about climbing the ranks.

Contrary to Aachman's expectation, the young lady was not interested. He did not think his invention would bomb. Lackeys came near him to have a closer look at his invention. He hoped at least lackeys would like his invention.

"Isn't it just a rope with two sticks at the end? What is so special about it?" Baldy sneered at Aachman.

"This is not a rope with sticks. It is a skipping rope" Aachman indignantly defended his invention.

Lackeys and the young lady were not impressed with the appearance. They gave a lukewarm response to Aachman's recent invention.

Aachman's blood boiled, he felt humiliated and wanted to shout at these ignorant kids for not understanding his invention.

"Young lady, this is a skipping rope I invented for you because your martial arts include jumping a lot, this will help you immensely with it"

Akalya's interest piqued after learning that it would help her in martial arts.

"How?"

Aachman rushed to give a demo. He held sticks attached to the end of ropes and acted as a handle, and he threw the rope over his head and awkwardly jumped. He did a few more awkward jumps.

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The baldy and the Fatty laughed at Aachman's awkward demonstration, but the young lady was interested in trying out this jumping rope.

Akalya tried for a few minutes at jumping rope. The reaction was different from lackeys. Egged by their encouragement, she started to do it faster and faster.

"Whoa!"

"Young lady, you are so amazing. It was so different from Aacha's demonstration"

Lackeys were praising her to the moon. Aachaman felt bittersweet about this whole fiasco, he, at last, got much-needed attention for his invention, but they were still ripping him.

"Aacha, it is good. I think it can help to improve my balance and wrist strength" The young lady was grinning from ear to ear and totally pleased with her new cool toy.

Lackeys tried too; they were not as good as the young lady but not as bad as Aachman.

"Gaja, I think, after the young lady, my performance is the best," Fatty boasted.

"What do you mean you were better than me? I jumped twice higher than you" Baldy did not want to be ranked lower than fatty, so he started an argument.

Things got so heated and Aachman also joined the fray. It looked like a big melee battle could happen anytime, but the young lady interrupted.

"Young lady, don't stop us. Today I am going to teach these guys a lesson" fatty took a stance similar to sumo and glared at Aachman and baldy.

"I am not going to stop you, guys. Let's have a good duel like civilised people," Akalya said with anticipation.

Lackeys' eyes flashed and their fighting spirit rose to a record high. Aachman too rehearsed in his mind so many times how to beat these lackeys. So he was confident, he thought this was a good way to release his tension.

"Young lady, please be the judge and help us to conduct this duel in a fair and honourable manner," Baldy suggested.

"Okay, who is going to be first?"

Lackeys went first, their fighting spirit and morale was high, and they could not wait any longer. The young lady was in the middle and trying to ensure the duel was conducted ethically.

"Baldy, you stand on the right side and fatty, you can stand on the opposite side. Take a step forward both of you and again. Okay, guys, who wants to go first?"

The young lady made the lackeys stand opposite each other, and she looked like a little referee from a boxing match. Aachman thought it was a funny thing to watch.

Baldy sneered, "let him go first. I am confident in my techniques"

Fatty glared: "I will slaughter you!"

Both lackeys traded trash talk. While the young lady extended her hand.

"I want a clean and honest fight from you, guys. No underhand methods" both lackeys nodded at the young lady's statement and went back to glaring at each other.

"1,2...3 START" the young lady shouted.

Splat

What happened next gave a nightmare for Aachman years to come. Fatty, basically, kicked in the baldy's balls.

"Hmph, it is not painful," baldy said bravely and kicked in the fatty's balls. They trash-talked again and kicked at each other's balls.

Splat

Aachman saw this duel, he thought some crazy feminist created it to get a perverse joy out of it. He then observed the young lady who was enjoying the duel.

Splat

After a few minutes of kicking in the balls, madness comes to the end with no clear winners. The young lady got bored and announced the duel as a draw after the novelty of kicking balls faded away.

"Haha, you were great. You know how to kick in the balls" baldy complimented.

"Ah, you were crushing it," Fatty praised.

Lackeys walked funny and hugged each other. It seems that a bromance blossomed after the hazardous duel and gained mutual respect for each other.

Aachman, nauseated by this recent development, wanted to puke. On the other hand, the young lady becomes so touched by this camaraderie, she even shed some tears of happiness.

"Haa, we forgot Aacha's duel. Who wants to fight him?" Akalya questioned lackeys.

Lackeys looked at each other and baldy accepted to be a challenger against Aachman.

"Hmm, young lady, I have changed my mind. I am no longer interested in this duel" Aachman said hesitantly with fear.

"You cannot go back on your words. It is unmanly," Baldy argued.

Aachman thought that if he participated in this duel of kicking in the balls, he would not be a man for too long.

"It is a sacred duel for men. You have to participate, otherwise, you are dishonouring your family." Fatty cajoled the Aachman.

"What?!" Aachman wailed in panic.

The young lady who had remained silent until now sighed. Aachman thought he found his saviour and his expectation raised as he could even see light at the end of the tunnel.

"Aacha, let me tell you a story about the mythical warrior Duryodh. He was an unparalleled warrior and his martial arts were so advanced he was impervious to all injuries. At one time he was challenged by Rakshasa, who specialized in one-hit-kill martial arts.

This duel interested all walks of people because of Duryodh's popularity, and they came to watch the duel. It seems Duryodh had one glaring weakness which was somehow found out by Rakshasa.

When the duel started, Rakshasa kicked in the balls of Duryodh, and he died in agony. Rakshasa laughed and humiliated the crowd for supporting the warrior instead of him.

That is why our countrymen assiduously practice iron balls martial arts with vigour. The men of Indrapur would not forget this humiliation for even thousands of years and practise these martial arts to take revenge on the rakshasa."

"You mean..." Aachman's voice quivered.

"No quarter would be given!" The young lady said in the voice of a zealot.

Fatty suddenly restrained Aachman from behind. He used some sort of basket hold where Aachman's hand was restrained by a fatty.

"Young lady, don't worry about Aacha, let's start the duel"

"Okay"

Baldy stood in front of Aachman and fatty was restraining Aachman's hands from behind.

"I want a clean and honest fight from you, guys. No underhand methods are allowed" the young lady said to the participants and did not wait for Aachman's answer.

"Okay, 1,2...3 START" the young lady shouted.

Splat

aaaahhhh

When life kicked at the balls, all one could do was man up.