Legend of the Swordsman Rama Parvati

Exercises

The night is getting darker. Owls fly freely in space, looking for prey to continue living. Below, the sounds of night insects filled the air. Above, the stars twinkle, adorning the sky and becoming a guide of the wanderers.

Among the dense wilderness, a flat rock was loosened. Around it, lush bushes flourished. Some of the bushes are budding. A small part of the bushes blossom in the darkness of the night. On top of that rock, two men sat staring at the sky.

"Rama Wangi, I know you are looking for anyone related to the death of your wife, Dewi Nirmala, among the palace dwellers. Seeking the killer. Your guess is correct, there are palace people who are involved in this." Ki Bajra Nanda breathed heavily.

"When your brother looks for Ki the Black Wing, the man behind your father's death. You also know, the two are closely related. Now, my job is to train you. Your knowledge and abilities are still very weak to be able to defeat your enemies and Nala Pura's enemies."

Rama Wangi was silent. He himself was still confused by all these circumstances. The death of his wife is still a secret, although all other members of the palace believe that Ki Wings Black who killed Goddess Nirmala. Meanwhile, the struggle for the position of the wife of a prabu is very pronounced in the scope of the palace. It could be said, there was a cold war among the princesses of the palace dwellers.

On the other hand, the people desperately need their prabu attention. Moreover, Nala Pura belongs to the vast country. Not only the people, the immigrants must also be considered because Nala Pura became a stopover for small traders, rich merchants, nomads, warriors, and neighboring royal envoys.

Threats of robbers and thieves (what's the difference?! Hehehe) was also very attention-grabbing. The transit path of the merchants is always inviting the interest of the bad guys. Do not forget the threat of black-flow warriors (they prefer to call themselves a flow of magic). They often hunted white warriors (which they referred to as low-flow by magic) into the kingdom.

"Solving out all those problems is in desperate need of strength and intelligence." Caraka's words reverberated in Rama Wangi's mind.

"Grandfather, why didn't Grandfather solve so many problems? In fact, Grandpa knows a lot of things in this world?"

Ki Braja Nanda smiled, so shady. "Nobody is perfect in this world, Rama," He begins the explanation.

He and Nyi Sannaha could indeed understand the news from the blowing wind. Stories of water gurgling. The story of bird chirping and bee humming. It's called the ability of nature. It also has physical strength and canuragan science which people say is great.

Only, those two abilities would not be able to unite in one body. Like night and day cannot be united in one place. When one could understand nature as they were, any amount of physical strength would not be able to use it for the things he knew.

Ki Braja Nanda and Nyi Sannaha will not be able to defeat the killer of Dewi Nirmala or kill the traitors in Nala Pura. That's because they already know everything from nature. They can only help others, just like now. Can they tell others directly, the things he knows from nature? It can, just that no one ever did it because the ability of nature will be reduced. They will only give you signs

"Everything is balanced, Rama. If a person who possessed great natural abilities could also use his extraordinary physical abilities, what difference would he have with the Sovereign? What will happen to this world?!" Ki Braja Nanda completed the explanation.

"Is that also why Grandpa and Nyi Sannaha were exiled?"

"That's right, Rama. We'll be chased by greedy people." Ki Braja Nanda got up, "Well, it's time for you to practice. I will teach you to perfect the three-tier sword stance."

"Grandfather can?" Rama Fragrance widened his eyes. At one time, only descendants of Pendekar Mahabala and Gayatri could master it.

Ku Braja Nanda chuckled, "Of course not, Rama. I met Mahabala and Gayatri once when they used their swords. The ability of nature makes me able to understand that style without having to master it.

Sometimes, knowledge of an ability is more valuable than having the ability itself. Aren't there many people who can do something well, but can't teach it? Aren't there many, too, warriors who win because they know the weakness of the opponent's style without having to have it?"

"Wait, Cake! What about Uncle Jaka and Nala Pura now?"

Ki Braja Nanda stopped. Staring towards Rama Wangi, then chuckling softly. "You're still worried. Nyi Sannaha had already ordered Uncle Jaka to wait in a safe place. The grandmother also sent a letter marked yourself to the Perak Angga to take over many affairs. Even your shadow soldier asked him to continue the investigation into your wife's murder. Don't worry, Rama."

"Oh!" Ki Braja Nanda breathed a rough breath, "tonight you made me so chatty as a woman! Already, let's practice!"

It was late that night that Rama began his vigorous training. Under the guidance of the once legendary powerful swordsman, his abilities must improve. Many problems were waiting for him to solve.

Do not expect, training with Ki Braja Nanda aka wacky swordsman will be very calm and fun. As taught by "somewhat". He even toyed with his cane when Rama Wangi practiced. It didn't matter even though his student asked him a few things about his nurse. However, he was very hard at educating. When Rama Wangi wrongly make a movement, a punch or throw twigs will hit his body. Not infrequently, his wand hit the back of his student.

As the sun rose, Ki Braja Nanda suddenly laid his body on the rock. Rama Wangi continued to practice, until finally he heard a strange sound from the rock. Apparently, Ki Braja Nanda slept with a "slit". Be present!!!

Rama Wangi finally quit his training. Sitting on the ground while scratching his head. Confused and tired of being one.

Some flowers bushes around the stone, they are beautiful. Like welcoming the sun. The birds start to chirp. The chirp that sounded so melodious, was in stark contrast to the sound from the top of the stone.

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"The Creator, what shall I do?" Concubine Arum nodded while looking at the eastern horizon. Since seeing what happened last night, he has not calmed down. Finally, he decided to calm himself down under a tree.

The sun began to shine on the trees. Its gentle rays warm the earth. The sound of birds chirping sounded boisterous, becoming a beautiful song in the morning. Some flowers start to bloom, the morning flowers. The ends of the leaves and grass look shiny, the morning dew reflects the morning light.

Consort Arum got up from her seat. Closing his eyes, he inhaled a very cold morning air. Last night, the incident came back to the mind of Rama's stepmother Fragrance

"What news did you bring?" pitaloka's voice last night came back.

"Important news, man," replied the masked young man.

"Say! I don't have much time! Consort Arum will be back soon."

"Ki Grenda is safe. I took him to a safe place. Arya Wira has just traveled with a woman named Laras. While Loka Hita and Hansa Daya are now in the kingdom of Parang Jaya."

"What about Raka Wasa?"

"Good! Immediately go to the Thousand Villages. Find a girl named Kemuning Grandpa Wal's granddaughter. Give this to him," Pitaloka gave a small bamboo.

"Can't I go back to the palace first?"

"Basic bo***!" as Pitaloka said, "You want our time wasted?! If only I hadn't been assigned to look after Consort Arum, I would have done it myself!"

"alright. Good night."

That'sallthatis. Pitaloka and the masked young man then parted ways. After their aura was gone, Consort Arum could breathe a sigh of relief.

"The Creator and Ruler of nature, what exactly does all this mean? Pitaloka's eyes that night were full of anger and resentment. On whom? Nanda Prabu Arya Wira's? Nanda Princess Loka Hita? Physician Hansa Daya?"

A bird perched on the branch, chirping sweetly. Before long, a bird came. Follow the chirping on the branch not far from the first bird. Just for a moment, then the second bird left, leaving its branch.

Concubine Arum smiled, she understood the behavior of the two birds. The first bird is a male, while the second is a female. Consort Arum looked up at the sky and felt the air, it's the season of some kind of bird to mate. Including the two birds, birds that are often hunted for having antidotes to poison in their bones.

Poison cure?! Just then, a thought came to the mind of Consort Arum. Pitaloka, Arya Wira, Hansa Daya, Giri Wasa, Loka Hita, and Ki Grenda. Something's wrong, Ki Grenda is a poison medicine expert.

Consort Arum put on a watchful attitude. He felt an aura approaching. Before long, a man appeared.

"Greetings, Gusti Concubine Arum," the man paid his respects.

"Who are you? If it's not wrong, you're the one who attacked my residence?"

"Yes, Gusti Concubine. Servant is the chosen soldier Gusti Prabu Arya Wira who is asked to disturb Gusti Concubine's residence." The man pulled out a badge that was instantly recognized by Consort Arum.

"Why are you here?"

"There are things I must tell Gusti Concubine regarding Miss Pitaloka."

Consort Arum listened carefully to the explanation of the soldier in front of him, who was none other than the shadow warrior Rama Wangi. Although surprised, now he was no longer curious. Apparently, Arya Wira thought Pitaloka was closely related to the death of Goddess Nirmala.

"I felt someone approaching. Can you recognize this aura?"

The shadow soldier nodded, "Sorry, Gusti Concubine. Let me do my job."

"Please."

Concubine Arum said, a clash of inner strength occurred. Making some birds fly in shock. Several branches of the tree were broken by the sword and a blow of inner strength.

"Gusti Concubine!" a shout sounded from behind Consort Arum. Followed by a deep energy vortex that hit the shadow warrior. The shadow warrior immediately jumped up, dodging the attack.

Tringggg

The clanking of two clashing swords rang out among the birds chirping. A fight could no longer be avoided, between the shadow warriors and Pitaloka. As before, the shadow warrior immediately fled when the opportunity arose. He's off-duty to hurt Pitaloka, nor does he want his cover exposed.

"Gusti Concubine," Pitaloka chose to approach Consort Arum rather than pursue the enemy.

"Thank you, Pitaloka. You're back to help me."

"It's my duty, Gusti Concubine." Pitaloka nodded respectfully.

"Teacher!" two disciples of Consort Arum appeared.

"Gusti Concubine, let me chase the attacker. I was worried that he would come back with more strength" Pitaloka pinta said.

"Alright, be careful, Pitaloka."

Pitaloka nodded, then jumped into the air. Time to go and finish the business. A smile was engraved on her lips as her body had already moved away from where Consort Arum was. He will indeed settle his affairs, not the affairs of Consort Arum.

Among the dense dense forest trees, a pair of eyes stared at Pitaloka. "Finally, you go too, Pitaloka. I know, the shadow warrior Rama Wangi will not be able to follow you without the lightening of the body. But if he uses body armor, his cover will be exposed. Now, I'll follow you. I'm White, and will always help my Mother's family."

"I felt someone following me. But, why can't I feel the aura of a human being? Is there another makhluq following me?!" Pitaloka stopped his movement. His eyes stared intently at the entire wind.

"Damn! Auranya's missing! Or just my mind? Argh!!!" Pitaloka scrambled his hair before returning to continue the journey.

"Safufu..." White hummed softly, "You are quite sensitive, Pitaloka. But, why did you become evil?!"