The Legend of Senopati
Sadewa and Old Grandpa
At the bottom of the ravine, there was a hermit who was sitting on a large rock in the middle of the river, but he did not flinch to hear the sound of falling Sadewa like a lizard that had just been thrown by a stone so that it fell with the body upside down.
It was only when the sun rose that the hermit opened his eyes and was shocked to see a young man lying with all parts of his body bleeding.
It turned out that when Sadewa realized yesterday, day had become night. Therefore, Sadewa does not see the sun when it should be visible from the bottom of the abyss even though the light cannot penetrate the abyss because of the side effects of Kalachakra Fireflies that always absorb sunlight.
The hermit's hair was long curly and frowning. His mustache was as thick as moss attached to the bottom wall of the ravine. He walked up to Sadewa who was in a very bad condition; both his hands and legs were broken, and there were cracks in several parts of the body.
After detecting Sadewa's entire body, he said slowly. “Must be! Let alone an ordinary person, the previous five people who belonged to the dragon-level swordsman category had instantly died horribly once they fell from the top of the abyss! He's not a brat!”
The hermit saw a tattoo attached to Sadewa's left neck. He was surprised not to play. The tattoo is a tattoo that symbolizes one demon whose strength even exceeds all the demons in the world.
Red-eyed crow tattoo!
The hermit grandfather seemed to be interested in Sadewa who had managed to cross the forbidden boundary line at the top of the Mist Hill because basically, it was, Bukit Kabut is a hill located in a mysterious place and cannot be entered by just anyone unless he gets permission from Ki Seno Aji.
“Hmm, there is nothing I can tell from this boy,” said the grandfather. “Looks like I have to be per-”
The grandfather suddenly silently looked in Sadewa's right pocket was a worn-out book with a reddish-yellow cover. The image of a red-eyed crow perched on the shoulder of a white-clothed man was the first portrait the grandfather had captured.
Glegs!
The grandfather gulped.
He was shocked to see the four pages of the book of Dewa Pasha which was already full of writings and instructions on the basics of being a true swordsman. Whether who put the book in Sadewa's right pocket and doodled it, this is still a mystery.
According to the stories that circulated for generations, no one can read this ancient book unless indeed he was chosen to continue the order of God Pasha became a respected swordsman throughout the land of the earth.
That person who later inherited the Kalachakra Sword after being given the blessing of the power of God from a dream when he turned sixteen years old.
“Finally, fate brings us together,” the inner hermit, as if he was the one who was chosen to train Sadewa Pasha in undergoing the second stage ritual of the Five Fine Key Technique.
“But, it's too soon for you. I wonder how well you should learn one of the forbidden styles in this book. The move that melts your spirit and the spirit of Gatra the Crow into a unity.”
Instantly, a red light instantly radiated strongly from under Sadewa's body. The hermit took one step back and ascertained where the red light came from. He was wide-eyed when he knew there was mustika lying beside Sadewa's body.
