Legend of the Swordsman Rama Parvati

The First Day Competition

"Dinda Hita, come on! We'll be late!" Arya Wira shouted at Loka Hita who was left quite far behind.

"Dinda's lazy to go there!" Loka Hita shouted back. Stopped his horse.

Arya Wira took a deep breath. This sister is really troublesome. Why should I come?! Arya Wira turned around. Approaching Loka Hita. While Uncle Jaka scratched his head, astonished by the two brothers who are different nature but compact.

"Dinda, just rest. You can continue..."

"Dinda doesn't want to see Caraka!" Desis Loka Hita, in the words of her brother.

"Hhssst!!!" Arya Wira let out a long sigh. He understood Loka Hita's feelings.

"Dinda, come. Brother understands. But, you can't hate people who aren't necessarily guilty."

"Yes. Dinda understands. There is no evidence that *dia* is guilty, right?! In fact, it was the *dia* that appeared as a hero!" Loka Hita emphasizes the word "*dia*". The look in his eyes depicted anger and disappointment.

"Well, do you want to come or not?! At least if you come, you can see the beauty of Goddess Nirmala. Or, you fall in love with Prince Angga Perak," teased Arya Wira

Loka Hita snorted in annoyance despite her heart becoming calmer. Her brother could always quiet his anger.

"Yes, come on!" Loka Hita is pounding her horse. "Dinda wants to see Kakang crying because he lost!" Ledek

Arya Wira shook her head. Her sister is really troublesome. Arya Wira immediately followed Loka Hita

"What's up, Nini? Did the horse strike?" Uncle Jaka asked as Loka Hita was already beside him.

"No, Uncle," Loka Hita smiled, "just lazy to go to the competition"

"Eh, why, Ni? Nini don't like Den Arya Wira to be king?" Uncle Jaka scratched -*again*- his head.

"Not that, Uncle. Hita does not want to be embarrassed if Kakang Wira loses."

"Emang, Den Arya Wira can lose? Aden Arya Wira isn't that great?"

"It can be, Uncle. Kakang Wira often lost to Hita." Loka Hita smiled triumphantly.

"Really, Den?" Uncle Jaka looked back.

Arya Wira just laughed. His heart justifies Loka Hita's speech. The ten light and three-level moves were perfectly mastered by his sister. While he has not fully mastered the three-level stance. Don't ask about thirteen powers. He just controlled half of it. Loka Hita almost perfected it.

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The field near the palace complex was crowded when the Arya Wira group arrived. Care is very strict. A stage decorated with beautiful cloth and flowers stood on one side of the field. The royal family and the courtiers. In front of that stage, only two rows apart from the special forces, a battle area unfolded. Restricted by wooden milestones and ropes. Several special forces stood guard at its corners. That's where the fight area will be held.

Meanwhile, across the royal family stage, spaced by the battle area, another stage was installed. A shorter and simpler stage. The place where the princes and some of the warriors of the competition were located, *if the participant wanted it*. Arya Wira's troupe mingled with the audience. Stand outside the area. Luckily, the fight area was on a more sunken ground than around. They prefer to see from the crowd. Just like some other warriors. They don't like being on the stage.

Before long, the royal family's entourage came. Followed by the royal commander and the retainers.

Prabu Caraka came in his great clothes, looking gallant and dignified. Accompanied by the graceful Empress and wearing beautiful clothes. As they climbed the stage, Loka Hita stared intently at them. That gaze changed as the Silver Angga Prince took the stage. Youths of the same age as Arya Wira. Dashing and charming with simple clothes, typical clothes of a swordsman. Loka Hita breathed. That prince is brave.

And all the people fell silent as Goddess Nirmala took the stage. He came up with a thick-covered stretcher, making him invisible until the moment he came down. Her black hair was beautifully knotted with strands of flowers. Her face was indeed covered in cloth, but the hue of beauty remained radiated. The dress is simple though elegant and elegant. In fact, Arya Wira had to sigh.

A few words of greeting were spoken by Prabu Caraka and the commander of the kingdom. And soon, the competition began.

First, participants should be able to create *Sang Avri*, the royal bird of Nala Pura, calm in caress. The Avri is no ordinary bird. He would be chirping fretfully and loudly when someone with magic was nearby.

Second, the participants must defeat the commander and Prince Angga Perak. It was up to the player, who he would fight first. Although in fact, the retainers wanted Prince Angga Perak who was opposed first. Prince Angga Perak has knowledge under the commander, although only a little dispute.

In a few moments, there were ten people who failed in the first round. They turned out to have magic, though very little. *Sang Avri* won't calm down. It is no ordinary bird.

But until the sun has slipped. It was already very late in the afternoon, no one was able to defeat two great heroes of the kingdom. There were only three people who managed to defeat the first hero they challenged. Although lost when fighting with the second champion. The others were unable to defeat the first hero they challenged.

Sayembara. Tomorrow it will continue. Too many princes and warriors wanted to marry Goddess Nirmala. Or, become a king in Nala Pura.

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"Aah!" Loka Hita throws a twig at the campfire.

"What's up, Ni?" Uncle Jaka looked at the puzzled Loka Hita.

During his time working for Nyai Alisha, Uncle Jaka rarely interacted with the two sons and daughters of his employer. Moreover, there were no workers who spent the night at Nyai Alisha's house. And when both of his children were at home, most of the workers were put away.

"Related, Uncle. I did not finish the race immediately," Loka Hita answered ketus.

"His name is also a beautiful princess, Ni. There must be a lot of people coming,"

Loka Hita sighed. Actually, this was not the reason for his frustration. But from looking at Prabu Caraka, the wound was always ringing. Memories with my father came back. And Loka Hita was very upset. Angrier. And, sad heartless.

Arya Wira found out the reason for her sister's annoyance. That's why he chose to be silent. Let it be, he just needs to keep an eye on. Do not let Loka Hita talk, make Uncle Jaka know all.

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"Rear Rama!!!!!" A little girl ran cheerfully, avoiding the catch of the boy chasing her.

"Dad!" The girl sprawled over to the grown man waiting for her. The man immediately hugged his little girl.

"Rama's back is naughty!" Reportedly

"Dinda Ratri is starting!!!" Refute the boy.

The father laughed when he saw his two sons playing. If only he had more time. Honey, the time has been spent on many other matters.

"Rama! The ratri! Don't bother your father!" Someone approached.

The jet-black haired beautiful woman who was slightly rolled up. Some jasmine flowers decorate the head, making her hair look more black. Her shady smile was stretched on her blushing red lips.

"No, Dinda," the father shook his head. "They don't bother. After all, I haven't played with them in a long time."

The woman smiled. That means her husband is having a lot of time for his little family. If only he had more time....

The woman, Nyai Alisha, chose to sit in a beautiful lake. Watching her husband play with their daughter's son. The smell of the flowers.

The song of a sweet bird sounded. The father's pet bird.

An eagle flying in space. Look at the happy little family.

"Ratri, let's show you your swordplay, baby" the father asked

Little Ratri Parvati was delighted. His age is small. But his martial prowess was stunning. Almost like his own brother. The sword he used was the little sword that his father had given him a few months ago. The father smiled proudly at the ability of his little daughter. When she grows up she becomes a strong woman. It is not wrong for her to choose Alisha as a wife and to give up the care of their daughter's son to her.

If the father knew, he could never see his daughter growing up. In fact, his daughter's teenage years won't be witnessed. In a few days, the event will come. In a few days, he must be willing to part with the people he loves. *Some more days*....

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Loka Hita took a deep breath. His gaze shifted from the stars, towards the campfire. Uncle Jaka was already asleep with his snoring. Arya Wira also fell asleep with a tree leaning.

Childhood memories make Loka Hita unable to sleep. He misses his father very much. Longing for laughter with father and mother, though very rare. His father was very busy. Although still paying attention to the development of her and her brother, Arya Wira.

All right, he better get some rest. Tomorrow the contest will continue. Hopefully, his brother gets the best.

Really, Loka Hita really wants her sister to be happy. However, he has not been able to establish a family with Prabu Caraka. The people he had believed in, including the people behind his father's death. Although there was no evidence he got, Loka Hita always believed it.

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