Legend of the Swordsman Rama Parvati

Two Steps of Legend

To the east and northeast of the Nala Pura kingdom there are many virgin forests. Forests that no man has ever touched. The forest was once home to a woman and her two sons. Nyai Alisha, Arya Wira, and Loka Hita.

In the darkness of the forest, a white-bearded man seemed to be waiting for something. Not long after, a black bird flew down. As the distance between them drew closer, a gray light enveloped the body of the bird. Within a few blinks of an eye, a black-robed man was already standing firm.

"Finally, you arrived too, Black Pigeon?!"

"I'm facing, Ki Black Wing" the robed man bent his body.

"You're my student, just call me teacher. Don't call me by that name in the morning! You understand?!"

"understand, Ki... I mean, Master."

Ki Wings Black laughed, shrill nan hard. "Well, what did you get today?"

"Again, Teacher. The woman I hurt earlier has recovered. Not with the Avri, but with the sky leaf mustika. He also has four close friends. A novice swordsman, Janu. Two young warriors, Giri Wasa and Pitaloka. And one physician and a swordsman, Hansa Daya or once widely known as Physician Hansa."

"You managed to injure one of the enemies?"

"Sorry, Teacher. I did not manage to carry out this task," Black Pigeon lowered his head.

The Black Wings Ki waved his hands while grunting rudely, "Forget it! Now, you better practice. I'll give you another assignment tomorrow."

"Good, Teacher."

The Black Wing Ki stroked his white beard, re-imagining the face of the girl the Black Pigeon told him about.

"I am very sure, he is the descendant of the Swordsman of Mahabala and the Swordsman of Gayatri. Only the descendants of Pendekar Mahabala master the ten-light style. Then where's his mother? To my knowledge, the two warriors only had one daughter"

Before long, a sly smile expanded. He already knew the next plan. This time, the Black Pigeon did not need to infiltrate Nala Pura's palace.

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A smile also rose on Consort Arum's lips. Arya Wira and Loka Hita visit her place of asceticism. Not just them. There were also Angga Perak, Panglima Mahanta, Dewi Nirmala, and four disciples of Sedayu. Not to forget Uncle Jaka Arya Wira's loyal servant.

They arrived at Uncle Caraka's proposal. Looking for a speck of bright light about the intruder.

"According to the traits you guys tell me, he's a lot like the Black Wing Ki. Nala Pura and Gusti Garuda Rama. Didn't Mr Caraka mention this?"

"Already, Auntie. However, Caraka's father was not convinced. He did not have time to fight with the Black Wing Ki. The late Commander who fought against him," explained Arya Wira.

"It's true, Mr. Caraka did not fight against the Black Wing Ki. He fought Patih Sanca during the palace seizure a dozen years ago. Commander Mahanta, don't you remember Ki Black Wing?"

"Sorry, Consort Arum. I really don't deal with him. I also did not have time to supervise the fight of the late Gusti Prabu Garuda Rama."

"Otherwise, you're concentrating on saving me," added Consort Arum.

The concubine Arum's cottage was deserted. Ki Wings Black, he's the one who became the brains of rebellion many years ago. Who crowned themselves as prabu after Prabu Garuda Rama fled. He survived after killing the commander of Nala Pura.

"Only Yunda Erina ever faced that high magic swordsman," Sighed Consort Arum later.

Arya Wira down. Lok Hita sighed. During the rebellion, they could only see their father and mother fighting a black-robed man. Too small to remember the enemy. Plus, an attack from rebel forces.

"I have a hope of defeating the Black Wing Ki. But I'm not too sure."

All eyes were on Consort Arum. Looking forward anxiously to the words of the ascetics whom they greatly respect.

"I have heard a news from Yunda Erina, also from many warriors who visited Nala Pura. In the past, the Black Winged Ki was defeated by a pair of famous swordsmen. The combination of science both was able to make him seriously injured and almost dead. Everyone thought he had died until a rebellion erupted in Nala Pura. The figure is back."

Concubine Arum sighed, "My hope is the descendant of that pair of warriors. A pair of warriors who had disappeared without news a few weeks after that event."

"A pair of lost swordsmen?!" Commander Mahanta is trying to remember something. Then wide-eyed, "Broker Mahabala and Swordsman Gayatri?!"

Consort Arum nodded.

"Sorry, Gusti Concubine," the Silver Angga interjected, "wasn't it his second style that defeated the Black Wing Ki? Why should their descendants?!"

"In the martial world, there are some sciences and styles that can only be passed down to offspring. Owner of the same blood. Like that is also the second style," said Consort Arum

Concubine Arum closed her eyes for a while, then sighed, "Yunda Erina said, Pendekar Mahabala's style is a ten-light sword. While the style of the Gayatri Swordsman is a three-level sword style."

Loka Hita and Arya Wira are wide-eyed. Looking at each other with astonishment and surprise.

"Strike of ten lights?!" Janu and Hansa Daya repeat the name.

"What's up, Hansa, Janu?! You recognize?!" Commander Mahanta looked astonished.

"Sorry, Commander. If not wrong, when Princess Loka Hita saved me, one of the enemies mentioned the name of the style. The style used by Princess Loka Hita."

All eyes were on Loka Hita and Arya Wira. In fact, Consort Arum stared fixedly at the two brothers who were still staring at each other.

The two lowered their heads, "We did indeed master both styles, Auntie. Especially Dinda Loka Hita, she had already perfected both." Arya Wira tries to explain.

"Why didn't you say everything from then on?" Concubine Arum asked softly.

"We didn't even notice, Auntie. What we understand, Mother tells the science of both styles. We were told to master it well. We never knew anything special about these two. Just this time we found out, Auntie." Loka Hita explained in detail.

Hope is shining again. The person they are in is already in their midst. Arya Wira and Loka Hita are still trying to accept reality, they are descendants of a pair of great and famous warriors. But, why should my mother keep it a secret?!

Loka Hita shows some movements from both styles. Convincing Consorts Arum and Commander Mahanta. Both styles are not controlled by many people. But its nature and characteristics are so widely known.

"Nanda Prabu, Princess Nanda, wait!" Concubine Arum stopped the entire group. Arya Wira and Loka Hita approach.

"You too, Doctor!" Consort Arum called back.

Although puzzled, Hansa Daya stepped up as well.

"Nanda Prabu, I know, Nanda Prabu loves Nanda Putri very much. However, it is not only Nanda Prabu who loves her. It's good, Nanda Prabu gives the person a chance to take care of Nanda Putri," Consort Arum smiled wisely.

Arya Wira frowned. Loka Hita glanced at Hansa Daya. While the one glimpsed just looked down.

"Alright, I understand, Auntie." Arya Wira finally laughed and nodded. Loka Hita looked down at her brother's laughter

"Well, Doctor, Princess Nanda, come here..."

Still looking down, the two approached. Concubine Arum held the shoulders of both,

"Please promise to look after each other, support and love each other. Helping each other in upholding justice and fighting against the wrath. Promise, Son..."

Hansa Daya looked up and smiled. The promise was spoken out loud from his lips, "The Power, all nature, and all the people who are here bear witness."

Loka Hita said a promise to stay with her head down. "The Power, all nature, Kakang Wira, and all the people here witness..."

Consort Arum laughed softly. Arya Wira breathed a sigh of relief. Both warriors have pledged themselves to love.

Loka Hita did not expect, the healer she had helped put her heart on him. In his mind, the healer would not want to be a swordsman like him.

And Hansa Daya was really shocked. The man who helped her opened his heart to her. In fact, the science of Loka Hita is far above it.

And that is sincere love. Feeling yourself lucky. It feels like a partner is too good for her.

While Loka Hita and Hansa Daya glanced at each other full of happiness. There were several pairs of eyes that held back the wound. Hiding disappointment...

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