Legend of the Swordsman Rama Parvati

The Arya Wira

Arya Wira's entourage arrived at the place of the competition at noon. The journey has started since. They were late because Arya Wira and Loka Hita had to practice swordsmanship first. For a few days they did not train themselves.

Participants are getting fewer, but no one managed to defeat two heroes Nala Pura. Though, the energy of the royal commander and the Silver Angga Prince had reduced a lot.

Goddess Nirmala sighed many times. Some handsome young men who had attracted his attention turned out not one who won. He was worried, the one who won was a high-scientific old swordsman. Prabu Caraka and the Queen are no less restless. What if the victor is a powerful black warrior without magic.

"Come on!" The voice of Prince Angga Perak sounded out loud, "who else will follow this competition?! Or should it be postponed until someone dares?!"

Participants only a handful. They all seemed to dare not go forward. Earlier this morning, a teacher from a large plaza was defeated by the royal commander. *What about them*.

"The back will go forward, Dinda. Pray for Kakang," Arya Wira smiled at her sister.

"Julah, Kakang. Proudly named Padepokan Sedayu," Loka Hita nodded

Apart from the angukan Loka Hita, Arya Wira approached one of the soldiers guarding the battle area. Arya Wira expressed her point, following the contest. Not to forget, he said that he was from Padepokan Sedayu.

"For example, Lord Commander," the soldier approached and performed the prayer. "A young man wanted to follow this competition" he reported.

The commander turned to Prabu Caraka while giving his respect. Prabu Caraka signaled to allow. The commander looked back at the soldier,

"Let him enter the arena," he ordered.

Arya Wira jumps over the rope barrier. Ordinary jump, Arya Wira does not use body lightening. It raises a lot of questions.

Arya Wira salutes as a swordsman. Not as a commoner without knowledge, or as a prince. Not to forget, the friendly smile she gave. The smile that was able to make Goddess Nirmala hold her breath.

"It's so handsome and authoritative that this young man. Who's she?" His mind asked in admiration.

"Who are you, son?" Ask the royal commander.

"I am Arya Wira, a disciple of Sedayu who was on the slopes of South Mountain, Tuan," replied Arya Wira full of authority.

"Alright, we just start this race," the commander signaled to release *Sang Avri*.

And, the whole human being is fascinated!

*The Avri* flew right away when the nurse took off the handle. It immediately flew towards Arya Wira without being commanded by the nurse. The beautiful bird does not perch on the wooden branch that is available in front of Arya Wira -*as before*. He even flew around Arya Wira with a melodious chirp. Chirping is like a beautiful hum. It was as if the entire environment was humming along. It was the sweetest voice the nurse had ever heard.

The bird continued to fly around Arya Wira. Until Arya Wira stuck out her left arm. *Sang Avri* stopped, perched on Arya Wira's arm. The chirping doesn't stop. Arya Wira folded her arms, shortening the distance. Arya Wira's right hand gently stroked the head of the magical bird. *Sang Avri* seemed to enjoy the caress of Arya Wira. Her chirping stopped as Arya Wira kissed her head. Her beautiful tail was waving beautifully.

"Who is that young man? Why is*Sang Avri* so comfortable with it?" Whispers spreading. In the audience. Among the participants. Even on the stage. Prabu Caraka looked at Arya Wira, the line of the young man's face was very familiar. But, who?!

All were again shocked when the nurse called back *Sang Avri*. That special bird doesn't fly from Arya Wira's arm. Stay there even though Arya Wira does not caress him.

Arya Wira breathes. With a smile, he extended his left arm. Then slowly swayed him. *Sang Avri* chirped for a while, then flew around Arya Wira several times. Then fly back to the nurse.

"Alright, Son. Who are you going to fight first?" The commander looked at Arya Wira after *Sang Avri* returned

"I only follow the will of Lord Commander and Prince Angga Perak" Arya Wira replied respectfully.

"Let me fight him first, Uncle," Prince Angga Perak said before the commander said something.

"Daulat, Prince," the commander-in-chief retreated

Prince Angga Perak entered the arena. He was already very curious about the young man in front of him.

"We're an empty-handed duel, Arya Wira," the Prince put down his sword.

"Daulat, Prince," Arya Wira put the sword from her back.

The audience is getting louder. This is what I was waiting for. The fight. After seeing the response of the Avri, the audience and the other participants - who had lost, grew curious. Is this young man also a great swordsman?!

The prince slid quickly. He chose to attack first. His moves are full of power. Focused on the clenched joints of her hands. The prince chose a hand dominated by punches. Kick only he lay down a few times.

While Arya Wira uses the style of the Sedayu paddle, the style of a thousand blows the wind. Full-speed and flexible pace. Kicks are often used to create distance.

Honey, that battle was only a moment. It did not take long, Arya Wira managed to land a blow on the Prince's neck. Make the Prince lined up behind a few steps. In a short while, Arya Wira's kick followed. Telak hit the Prince's knee that is not yet perfectly standing.

The prince fell to the ground. Without long, Arya Wira threw another punch. This time not to the Prince's body, but to the ground beside the Prince's head.

The entire courtier was shocked. Prince Angga Perak gulped. Pias is his face. The commander held his breath. Goddess Nirmala smiled faintly.

Look, the hole from Arya Wira's punch. Very deep. Also very broad.

Though, all know, Arya Wira does not use all her energy.

Arya Wira extended her hand.

"You're so great, Swordsman," praised Prince Angga Perak honestly.

"Just luck, Prince," Arya Wira humbled.

"Well, now, fight Uncle Mahanta," Prince Angga patted Arya's bowed respectfully. "*Hopefully*!" For some reason, the Prince felt the need to speak like that.

After the Prince exited the arena, Commander Mahanta entered. A smile on Arya Wira.

"I know very well the style of beating a thousand winds from your pitch, son. But, it looks like you're giving a little mix to that stance," Commander Mahanta said in pleasantries

"You're right, Commander. Just a bit of a mixture of other styles," Arya Wira curled her respect.

Commander Mahanta drew his sword, "Let's duel with the sword, young man."

That is actually the key to the victory of Commander Mahanta and Prince Angga Perak. If the player wins with a blank hand at the beginning, then he must be fought with a weapon in the next round. Pun, otherwise.

Arya Wira took her sword. The sword sheath was re-attached on his back. While the high-quality sword tightly grasped the right hand.

"A very beautiful sword. Who exactly is this young man?" Benak Panglima Mahanta wondered

"You, Son! And don't be afraid!"

Arya Wira nodded, then attacked the Commander. The sword of the wind. The Style of Empu Dipta. And Arya Wira has mastered that rare style perfectly.

The fight this time went on longer than before. Moreover, Commander Mahanta is indeed an armed swordsman. He is very good at sword.

On one of the occasions, the Commander managed to deliver a blow to the chest of Arya Wira. Make Arya Wira lined up to the back. Commander Mahanta intends to suck the sabetan towards the feet of Arya Wira.

Arya Wira was more than ready to accept the attack. He first slapped the sword towards the head of the Commander even though his body was not yet perfectly standing.

**tringgg**!!!!

The sound of the meeting of the two swords was deafening. The commander chose to resist the attack of Arya Wira and cancel the attack.

The duel is back. In the next opportunity, Arya Wira managed to hit the base of the Commander's arm. In a quick motion, Arya Wira smacked the back of her sword into the Commander's wrist. The Commander's sword fell.

The movement of the Commander when grabbing the falling sword, came to a halt. The cold metal from Arya Wira's sword had stuck to his neck.

The rumbling of the earthy voice.

The spectators reflexively clapped.

The retainers are stunned.

The other participants held their breath.

Commander lost!

Arya Wira wins! He won the competition. With the cessation of the movement of the commander and the attachment of the sword Arya Wira on the neck of the Commander, the competition ended. Prabu Caraka sighed. While Dewi Nirmala smiled shyly from behind the cloth cover her face.

"Congratulations, Son!" Prabu Caraka from the stage.

The whole country looked at their king.

"With this, you deserve a reward! You have the right to marry my daughter, Dewi Nirmala." Prabu Carak looked gently at his lowered daughter. Then switch to his son.

"And my position as crown prince is yours, the swordsman Arya Wira," the Silver Angga Prince smiled happily.

*That's when*. When Prince and Prabu descend into the arena. When all eyes are on Arya Wira. It was then, Loka Hita stepped out from the crowd of spectators. Unbeknownst to anyone. Unwittingly Uncle Jaka.

Slowly, leading his horse away from the location of the contest. Get away, leave her brother. Loka Hita decided to leave.

Not to forget, he had left a message. A leaf she scratched with a thorn. Placed under her sister's horse saddle.

"I'm sorry, Sis...." Loka Hita is pounding his horse to run faster.

"Excuse Hita, Kakang Wira. Hita can't see everything. Hita can't see *those people*..."

"Heaaa....." Loka Hita stopped her horse. Look at a place near the road. The place he visited with Arya Wira a few days ago. Tomb*may*them.

"I'm sorry Ananda, Dad. Please excuse this weak *Ratri. Hopefully one day, Ratri can come back here. Visiting Dad. Also completed the task from Dad. *Ratri* saying, Dad. *Ratri* appointment, *Ratri* will return...."

Along with a drop of tears that fell, Loka Hita again pulled the horse's bridle. Continuing journey. I don't know where he's going. I don't know....

Loka Hita is getting away from the tomb of her father, whose name is small *Satya*. It is also known as Garuda Rama.

Exactly,*Maharaja Gusti Prabu Garuda Rama**.....

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