The Chronicle Of Jawata (Compilation Trial Edition)
30. Terror Catastrophe
"Swort?!"
Your deepest anger heard the heirloom was mentioned. Not just a masterless heirloom.
Pasvaati, a big obstacle for him to launch all missions to conquer all Jawata.
“Don't tell me Pasvaati is better than my Maar Sword!" your anger is not over.
”I say one important thing that you need to remember that Tanapura is not as easy as we imagine to conquer,” said Luwakruyo, quibbling to save the bad situation due to your anger.
“So, how do I do? Should I prove the prowess of my sword in front of you? Should there be a fight between Pasvaati and my Maar Sword?” pitched defiantly, Your Majesty raised the Sword Maar upwards.
"There's no need to rush, my lord," Luwakruyo said.
“Not the greatest sword in real strength, my lord,” Luwakruyo's words dampen Jayasinggih's sharp gaze.
“What do you mean? There's another weapon more powerful than my sword?” ask Paduka.
“Time. Whatever is greatest today, will be weak because of time, because everything in this world is always limited by time. Time is nature's strongest weapon. Any sword will also get weaker, iron will rust, mountains can melt in time, even for a sword as great as Maar that ranks fourth or fifth of the overall Sword Legend."
“What do you mean?" Paduka Jayasinggih felt less clear about the core of their conversation.
“The first-century Sword War has destroyed half the legendary swords."
“Days, months, years, hundreds of years even thousands of years changed until now. The weapons of their heritage that do not vanish belong to us. But not a little of all that, just being an heirloom item, then being a display on the palace bridge, and now living as a puppet fairy tale. Either way, when humans hundreds of centuries in the future discover all of our possessions that are nothing more than junk artifacts. Because of course, they will create weapons that are more powerful, not just made of metal and fire. It's heartwarming, isn't it?”
“Ha .. ha ... ha! Just short. All I want to know is what tactics can defeat Tanapura?"
“The thing that became a terror for me is, Boy of Catastrophe and Tanapura.”
“The merger of the three things. It means a curse that will be a catastrophe, soon befall Tanapura, and all of it comes from Tanapura.”
Not yet finished in their conversation, a princess was in a hurry to enter the hall uninvited. Arriving in front of His Majesty, he hugged.
”Dad ...," said the princess was very fond, felt from the pale countenance and her trembling voice mixed with raucous. But the Majesty did not give much response, the face of the princess just wayang without mercy.
”What's up?!” not enough to warm the dark atmosphere, attitude Jayasinggih, his own father was always so even though in the moments most needed.
The 16-year-old daughter was stunned, looking at her father's face deeply. Imperceptibly, teardrops flowed from the corners of her clear, sparkling eyes. In the clutches of the Father's hand, the weak princess was getting shaken even more.
”I ... have been able to hold back the nightmares every night ...,” said the Princess stammered.
”You think you're the only one having a bad dream? Just go back to your place! I'd hate it if anyone interfered with my conversation!” Jayasinggih yelled at him very rudely. Seeing his father's anger, the princess took a few steps back.
Without thrashing, the princess was escorted by two bodyguards, she turned her head for a moment.
"He's back, Dad! His presence is very close to us, but I do not realize it,” Putri had a talk before leaving from the presence of Father Your Majesty.
Not enough frustration caused by all the problems, plus Putri Sekar Wening increasingly makes Paduka go up black.
Tang!!!
He slammed a silver teapot that was not empty of a special potion for him.
”Lord must be more patient in dealing with the problem, because emotions can be fatal to the health of my Lord, given the herbal ingredients controlling the superpower body, is very thinning and increasingly rare sought ingredients concoction. It hardly ever rains. Trees and plants dry up and die. Let alone a flower in the morning, a leaf does not bloom," said Ki Sanca, giving advice even though Paduka was silent because of holding back his anger.
”Continue our talk!” his words came out from his dry lips.
Ki Sanca glanced at the silent hall, plus the atmosphere was always dark, only a few torches lit in each corner of the room. He thought of something to give an idea.
”Two things are best done. First, my Lord had a meeting with Lord Raghapati, persuading him to be willing to exchange the Sword Maar plus the 10 best kings for one thing that no king could resist. Second, awakening the Soul of Puan Ra Mahiya to become the leader of the Killing Team,” the words of Ki Sanca were meticulously responded by Paduka Jayasinggih.
”Change the Sword of Maar with 10 best kings of Tanapura, plus one heirloom? What heirloom do you mean?” ask your Majesty Jayasinggih.
”Pasvaati!” ki Sanca replied short and quite tense.
”Not funny! Pasvaati had long since lost its power, just like what the legends had said. If there is, of course I am the owner who has the right to it!” My majesty Jayasinggih felt that Ki Sanca's idea did not fit.
”It's not funny because it's certainly not a joke, my lord! Be deceitful and use our sly wits. While the servant performs the duty, the Master must perform this part of the role. Servant will make a sword as similar as Sword Maar and only we can control it,” Ki Sanca whispered firmly into the ears of Paduka Jayasinggih. After hearing his explanation, Paduka Jayasinggih was blown away.
”We'll see later, as smart as Raghapati!” said Paduka Jayasinggih on the sidelines of heavy laughter. Suddenly he went back to silence and alluded to the second plan.
Your Majesty Jayasinggih returned Ki Sanca's gaze almost without blinking, ”It didn't occur to me like that! Why is your brain so evil and cunning?”
Ki Sanca bowed down with a steady smile, ”If the Master's intention is to praise, I really appreciate it, that's why I'm always there for my Master,” he said proudly, ”But to raise him up, we need the soul of a holy girl!”
Your Majesty, his brain is full of thoughts. Ki Sanca says ’soul of a holy girl’, Paduka dumbfounded, her gaze staring at Ki Sanca.
”There is no need to think long to look for it, because the soul of the holy girl is near your Majesty. He had an unusual aura from girls in general. Beautiful yet always lonely ...,” whispered Ki Sanca near Paduka Jayasinggih.
”Voliday Wening you mean?” Your Majesty thinks of a girl with various magical powers, ”I will use her ...,” Your Majesty Jayasinggih unsealed her smile.
”In addition to the power of Pasvaati later under my control, I will succeed forever!!!” lantang Paduka Jayasinggih broke the silence of the palace hall dark.
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