In a small village surrounded by dense forests lived a 17-year-old boy named Mahendra. With messy black hair and eyes full of determination, he carried big dreams passed down by his parents.
That day, on his 17th birthday, Mahendra made a big decision: to leave the village and explore the world. It was the beginning of his life's story.
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Mahendra took a deep breath as he packed his clothes and food supplies into his worn-out backpack. His hands trembled slightly as he stood before a small table where a photo of his late father and mother rested.
"Mahendra will travel to many places, just like your dreams, Father and Mother... I hope you're at peace up there," he said with a shaky voice.
As he stepped outside, the village head, an old man with a face full of wrinkles, approached him. He looked at Mahendra with a heavy gaze.
"Son, are you really serious about this?" he asked, pulling Mahendra into a tight hug.
Mahendra gave a small smile. "Yes, sir. Sooner or later, I have to go. Thank you for everything you've done for me. You've been like a father to me."
The village head patted his shoulder. "Be careful out there, son. The world beyond this village isn’t always kind."
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Mahendra nodded, then walked away. He turned back one last time, waving at the villagers who had come to see him off. "GOODBYE! TAKE CARE OF YOURSELVES!"
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The sky was getting dark when Mahendra arrived at the forest on the village's outskirts. He set up a makeshift tent near a large tree and went to gather firewood. But the sound of roaring from deep within the forest made him stop.
"AAAAHGGG, boar! You bastard!" someone shouted.
Mahendra frowned. "Who loses to a wild boar?" he muttered, walking toward the source of the voice. But he stopped in his tracks when he saw a giant boar towering two meters tall with a body as big as a car.
"What the heck is that boar?!" he exclaimed in shock.
The boar glared at Mahendra with its red eyes, then charged through the trees like a bulldozer.
Mahendra gripped the Mandau 7 Rupa, an artifact passed down from his ancestors. "Mandau of Wind, unleash your blade!" he shouted. Sharp winds shot out from the sword, slashing the boar's skin but leaving only shallow wounds.
"I need a stronger attack!" Mahendra twisted a small lever at the hilt of the Mandau. "Mandau of Water, unleash your might!" A powerful stream of water burst from the sword, soaking the boar’s body.
He now smirked slightly. "Mandau of Lightning, strike with fury!" Lightning struck the boar’s wet body, bringing it crashing down, lifeless.
As Mahendra stared at the giant boar’s corpse, he heard another voice.
"Bro, can I have some of that meat?"
Mahendra spun around quickly, his eyes widening. In a tree above, a black monkey was lounging casually with a broad grin on its face.
"T-The monkey… TALKED?!" Mahendra shouted, taking a defensive stance.
"Whoa, chill, bro, relax," the monkey said, raising both hands as if surrendering.
Mahendra still watched it warily. "What language are you even speaking?"
"I dunno," the monkey replied, grabbing a piece of boar meat and munching on it hungrily.
Mahendra sighed and sat down by the campfire. "Fine, just don’t eat it all," he said, grabbing some meat for himself.
The monkey pointed at the Mandau in Mahendra’s hand. "By the way, what’s that?"
"Oh, this?" Mahendra raised his sword. "It’s an artifact from my great-grandfather. It’s called the Mandau 7 Rupa."
The night grew late. Mahendra slept in his sturdy tent while the black monkey hung from a tree, casually chewing on leftover meat.
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Quick Info:
1. The Mandau is a traditional weapon similar to a long machete, used by the Dayak people.