Legend of the Swordsman of Goa

Legend of the Swordsman of Goa
Registration of the match



"Why can't you get out of the cave?" ask his father Moji and Bujaro.


"First, Araki is not used to this practice, Uncle. And it turns out, the cave that I went through was apparently a labyrinth trap. Fortunately, Araki knew the exit because there was a sign on the stone, Uncle." Araki answered honestly, for no other reason.


"Then, as you go through the forest, what do you think, Araki?" asked the uncle to repeat the question.


"If it's the forest, Araki still feels easy to pass, Uncle. Despite the many traps that uncle set up for us, it was still able to pass through. Even if you have to think harder. For Araki, the forest has always been associated with mystery. So, when entering the forest, of course, must be vigilant before making a choice." Araki replies about the journey in training to pass through the forest, as well as the traps provided by his father Bujaro and Moji.


After being satisfied enough to get an answer from Araki, resuming the third question to Araki while drinking a glass of water.


"What about the swamp that you also passed, Araki?" ask the uncle".


"After coming out of the cave, walk into the swamp. Later, Araki finds Bujaro trapped in the mud alive, Uncle." Araki replied in a serious tone.


"Keep, what did you do when you saw Bujaro fall into a trap?" ask him back.


"Araki volunteered to help Bujaro get out of the mud alive, but instead Bujaro turned him down, Uncle." Answer Araki.


"Why refuse?" ask him with curiosity.


"On rejecting him because of what, only Bujaro knows, Uncle. Araki just offered to help him escape the living mud trap that was, Uncle." Answer Araki.


"Keep, what's Bujaro doing?"


"With the shrewdness that Bujaro possessed, he was finally able to get out of the mud of that life, Uncle. Then after that, the two of us went back on our next journey together. As it turns out, Bujaro has gotten used to passing through the swamp, really great. While continuing the journey, we told him a lot, also not forgetting from the two of us to remind each other, namely when there is danger in the swamp." Araki explained at length.


The father of Bujaro and Moji, smiled hearing that.


The question and answer between the four people, still continues until it does not feel the day begins to twilight. Not wanting to be late to go home, the four of them finally rushed home and finished training that day.


"Let my children, training for today is over, we can practice tomorrow again, also the time is dusk. We better get home soon, your mother's gonna be waiting for us." Say it and invite your children to come home, because it is time to go back home.


"Ready." Answer the three in unison


Then, stand up and move her legs back home.


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It ended training on a day close to the match. Araki, Bujaro and Moji are looking forward to this year's game. The day goes on, training after training they continue to go through until unconscious, if the race day will soon come.


Bujaro's parents who feel their children are ready to participate in this year's game, do not forget to give small advice to be provided in the match or race.


"Good advice, Uncle. We'll do our best in the game." Answer Araki.


"Yes, Dad. We'll keep trying to show our abilities to the best of our ability." Timpal Moji answered.


"And of course, never give up even if declared dead." Said Bujaro.


"Remember, your opponent you will face is not an ordinary opponent. They all have a lot of experience in the match, prepare the three of you mentally. I have taught you many lessons, remember the message of my father in the match. You must beware of your enemies, and do not let you take it lightly even if your enemies look weak. It could be, just pretend." Said he who kept giving small advice to the three.


After Araki, Bujaro and Moji noticed him while giving an explanation of the enemy's situation to be faced, of course, to receive his message and advice.


"We're ready, Dad. We'll try to give you something that makes you proud." Sahut Bujaro represents the words Araki and Moji.


Time has changed, now is the time they have been waiting for. The day when the warriors gather to follow the match in the area that has been prepared. Lots of warriors from various parts of the country present to follow the match that has been held as far away as the day. The warriors are gathering to test the science of martial arts


"Araki, man,"


"Yes, what's wrong?" answer and ask.


"How are you feeling right now, Araki?" ask Bujaro".


"Let's go, I don't know what to do. I've never been to a crowded show like this." Answer Araki who was worried.


"Enjoy, don't give up before the game. We have to be the best, Araki. Whatever happens, we have to show our skills well." Moji said along chimed while paying attention to the warriors present at the match registration location.


At that time, Bujaro lost track of his father in a short time. His gaze was watching around him.


"Where is dad, who is invisible?" asked Bujaro while looking around.


"So anyway, dad's still here, maybe dad went to register us." Answer Moji.


Her father Bujaro and Moji are leaving to register their children. While Araki, Bujaro and Moji were busy watching around the arena packed with warriors who were ready to compete.


After finishing from the registration place, his father Moji immediately met his children who seemed to be focusing on seeing people who were not far from his view.


"You are already registered in the match, soon there will be an announcement who your respective opponents are." Said his father Moji.


"How about we take a break first, before the show starts. Looks like there's already a rest area for the participants of the game, rather than us being here, too far." Take Bujaro while pointing in a direction that looks like a place to rest.


"Maybe, let's go there." Moji said, while Araki himself only complied with Bujaro's invitation.


Then, they immediately stepped their feet towards the resting place. While walking, Araki noticed in every place that passed by him.


Suddenly his gaze was fixed on someone whom he looked not so foreign to him.