A PAIR OF SWORD KNIGHTS

A Good Start

On a cliff known to locals by the name of the Dead Cliffs, there is a large and decent house at the base.

In the past this cliff took a lot of casualties both animals that fell and the hunters. But now the cliff is no longer taking lives because a family lives there.

The edge of the edge of the cliff has now been dredged so that the edge of the cliff looks higher so that no person or animal dares to approach after knowing that the hilly rock land is the base of a steep cliff.

At the bottom of the cliff looks a handsome teenager with strong body with long thick hair past the shoulders tied back.

The boy was named Jiraiya. He was the solace and playmate of a little girl named Cindi Cantika daughter of her teacher named Satria.

Jiraiya had been there for almost a year, replacing Satria and Sari's first son Mahesa who was studying martial arts from his grandfather.

That morning, as usual Jiraiya was training under a large waterfall with the movements of a pair of Ong family heirloom swords inherited from his grandfather.

Tens of meters in front of him, sat a handsome and dashing 35-year-old man with sharp eye-pushing rays gazing at every movement of Jiraiya on a rock poking out from within the river.

The long white-haired man past the shoulder exclaimed softly,

"Repeat 30 to 67 again."

Although it seems only whispering, but Jiraiya's ears can capture the teacher's voice clearly. Though the rumbling sound of the waterfall at that time was very deafening.

It is conceivable how great the skill of the magic power that is deployed through the voice of his teacher so that it can be channeled like that.

Now Jiraiya looks to repeat again like his teacher's order earlier with a pair of swords that were overwritten by tons of water that fell a few kilometers from the top.

Jiraiya's eyes are now reddened and his head is dizzy resonating due to almost three hours in the impact of the rumbling water that is getting bigger and bigger.

"Enough, let's go back." Satria's words stopped his training movement.

With a relieved heart, Jiraiya now ran behind his teacher who only looked like he was walking. But for a moment his teacher had been back far in front of him.

Satria deliberately tried the resilience of his student. However, Jiraiya who had indeed almost blackened and fainted from earlier, now seemed like he was not eager to chase after his teacher.

"Teacher, I want to pick coconuts first huh?, thirsty from earlier." Jiraiya exclaimed which made her teacher smile at her behavior.

Indeed, if you think, how would he climb a coconut? running after his teacher alone he was no longer able to. What made Satria smile holding her heart amused was the reason that Jiraiya was thirsty.

Even though it has been almost three hours under a clear and fresh waterfall that has been the source of their drinking water all this time.

Without caring for his disciple, Satria continued to walk slowly and a while later, his shadow was already completely invisible.

Jiraiya who saw his teacher had come home, immediately laid himself on his back on the grass under the shady tree.

"Stupid you Jiraiya, why should you be ashamed to confess to the teacher that you are indeed tired and weak? why lie? stupid," While collapsing her eyes, Jiraiya nagged to herself.

Jiraiya did not know that his teacher was now far above the tree right above his head was holding his cuteness watching Jiraiya's attitude which despite being almost sixteen years old, but it is still like the behavior of a child.

Maybe it was influenced by his playmates every day, namely Cindi and Opium who became the Dragon on his teacher's mount.

Just as Jiraiya opened his eyes, he jumped in shock half to death when his eyes met a glare with Satria who was staring at him sharply from the top of the tree.

At the top of Gunung Kidul there is a hole that is not so big covered with vines so much that there will be no one who can see the mouth of the cave if it does not move the bushes on the front of the door.

Deep into the cave which is downhill, a 12-year-old boy is seen more or less sitting surrounded by a circle of balls around him.

From the direction of the hole, out the heat and smoke that is inhaled by many teenagers who are none other than Mahesa.

Such a way of meditating has indeed been taught for generations by the ancestors of the Hafiz Kek who were not even known by the Hafiz Cake itself that the inhabitants of the peak of the mountain of the kidul are his own ancestors.

After reaching 3000 breaths of air and smoke coming out of the base of the mountain, Mahesa stopped and now with steady steps she walked towards her teacher.

"Mahesa, you need to train harder. Don't be satisfied with what you've achieved."

"Good Cake." Mahesa was friendly and polite.

"Now sit down and let's have breakfast,"

"Let's grandfather" replied Mahesa who sat politely before her grandfather.

Finishing the two of them a simple breakfast, Mahesa immediately bathed with water flowing out from the burrow of stone in the corner of the cave.

Water whose temperature reaches 40 s/d 50 degrees Celsius is very good for bone development and blood flow. That's what Grandpa said became his teacher.

After soaking for almost an hour in a state of meditation, Mahesa rested her body close to the place of the seminary of the grandfather.

Teuku Muhammad Hafiz is actually the grandfather of his mother named Sari. But because their minds are so close, Mahesa just calls him grandfather.

Cake Hafiz in his youth is known as the Magical Boy has a magic that is not commonplace human.

Even some residents of the hamlet at the foot of the mountain call it the God of mountain guards who incarnate from the figure of an angel. It is strange that human opinion sometimes does not reach such an understanding.

After resting for about two hours, Mahesa who was in the mountain top cave back to practice and meditate on the instructions of his teacher.

Such is the state of Mahesa everyday that shaped him into a candidate for great swordsman someday.

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The state of the archipelago at that time was being horrendous by two large snake-shaped Monsters in the Kalimantan area.

For a long time, maybe ten years ago residents around East Kalimantan had been stirred by the emergence of a giant snake called Tangkalaluk.

Having once been violent in villages and hamlets around West Kutai, Tangkalaluk is now back in a village on the border of Samarinda with another large snake.

But there is something different from Tangkalaluk that appears now. This snake is almost twice as big as the Tangkalaluk that once appeared. While the big snake is another one whose type is slightly different from Tangkalaluk even almost reached 3 times the size of Tangkalaluk.

All people in the archipelago are always in a state of fear that if when they sleep, the large dragon snake will prey on their family round.

The news soon spread throughout the archipelago, both in hamlets and in big cities to make the government send experts to face the two large snakes.

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