SATRIO.

CH 28TH

Two days passed quickly, Pandji was still reluctant to open his eyes when his mother came to say hello.

"Mas Pandji isn't ready yet?" Her mother's soft voice this morning was disturbing.

Sunlight immediately entered and illuminated the room because the curtains that had been tightly closed were now removed to the side, Pandji's mother turned off the air conditioning and opened the window.

"Half an hour, Mother!"

The thin blanket that Pandji deliberately wore to cover his head was pulled and folded his mother until Pandji finally opened his eyes with a slight grin on the face, "Is it time for breakfast? Why did Mom just wake up Pandji now? It's noon."

Pandji's mother just put her head towards the bathroom, form an order for her son to immediately prepare and join for breakfast.

Pandji could not argue, he went straight to the place to clean up after Mother said, "No more than 20 minutes!"

Washing her body and tidying up for Pandji did not take long, she wore a fresh perfume on her body and hair that was deliberately arranged in a mess.

At the dining table all family members are complete, Raksa even has to wear a uniform kesatrian due to the schedule of the morning match.

"We're going to go together to see the Raksa match" his father said excitedly.

"They're not ready, Dad. Later if the Raksa loses the father don't be angry!" Raksa spoke in a depressed tone, he also did not eat as much as usual.

"Why should you be angry? If Raksa feels burdened for carrying the name of Son of Ganendra .. Raksa may not participate in the competition."

Raksa looked at his father with a complicated look, there was no anger or disappointment on the faces of his father, teacher and also his guide. The young man only smiled wisely, which means he did not put a burden on the shoulders of his 15-year-old son.

"Raksa will try his best," said Raksa slowly. His confidence grew only because of the trivial sentences his father had thrown.

Pandji listened carefully, saw Raksa at a glance and spoke softly, "There are some magic books in the library that you can learn after the tournament event is over. Maybe it could help increase your mastery of the fire magic element!"

"Everyone has their own advantages, there is no need to envy the talents of others!"

Pandji's father took him off as soon as everything was done with his breakfast. Pandji carried two swords blatantly on his back. Do not cover it with a cloth or keep it in the supernatural.

"Mas Pandji really wants that?" ask her father skeptics. His two eyebrows were so thick that they almost linked to seeing the behavior of his eldest son.

Pandji smirked funnyly, "Is there something wrong with Damar and Asih's position? Pandji would rather carry them on his back than on his waist, Dad."

"Mas Pandji want to show off?"

"Fighter mentality must be prepared from the beginning, right?!" Pandji answered casually.

His father chuckled at his son's pretentious style but his words were precise and nothing was wrong.

Pandji's striking scenery became the center of attention when they arrived at the court, many eyes staring at the nanar just because of the aura that seeped out of the heirloom of the bride belonging to the young man who had just entered the tournament.

A black and golden aura loomed over Pandji's body, his sharp gaze watching around looking for wherever the darkness was. He was sure that the low-class demons that possessed and dwelt in the body of the Elok had a leader.

His father said that they were in large numbers. Form an organized unity like a great pyramid with one person sitting on top as the controller.

Pandji doesn't get the answer to Biantara's involvement from his father, but Uncle Candika's forbidden black magic must have come from there.

And Pandji intends to investigate!.

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