Master Vitjendra was now carrying out his mission, accompanied by his disciple, Nazzares, to uncover his suspicions about the Blora Forest, where rakshas had been frequently appearing lately.

As they leaped through the trees, Master Vitjendra and Nazzares conversed with each other.

“Master, you said you’ve sealed the Ashura dimension portal, right? But why do rakshas still appear sometimes?” asked Nazzares.

“Mmm... The sealing of the portal only applies to those who have great power to enter this dimension,” replied Master Vitjendra.

“Great power?” Nazzares asked again.

“Yes, rakshas also have their own power levels. Some are strong, and some are weak. I’ve explained this before, haven’t I?” said Master Vitjendra.

“I understand. Maybe the rakshas I’ve been facing are of the weaker kind,” said Nazzares.

“Be grateful if the raksha that comes to you is weak. If it were a strong one, your village would have been completely destroyed by now,” replied Master Vitjendra in a serious tone.

As they journeyed, they suddenly sensed a mystical energy emanating from the bushes. As they approached, they discovered it was a stone engraved with an ancient mystical mantra to open a portal.

“What’s this, Master?” asked Nazzares.

“This is an engraving of an ancient mystical mantra. This might be the cause of the many rakshas appearing here,” explained Master Vitjendra.

“How can a stone and a mystical pattern like this open a portal?” asked Nazzares in wonder.

“I don’t know,” replied Master Vitjendra as he channeled his mystical energy into his clenched fist. With one strike, he shattered the stone into pieces.

BRAKK!!

Afterward, they continued their journey westward through the Blora Forest.

“Master, the Blora Forest is so vast. How will you complete this mission?” asked Nazzares, filled with curiosity.

“There are military bases established on various sides of the Blora Forest, so it won’t be difficult for me to finish this,” replied Master Vitjendra calmly.

“Oh, okay,” Nazzares replied, feeling somewhat relieved by the explanation.

They continued their journey, carefully searching for any trigger that might open the portal, like the mystical pattern they had found on the stone.

A few days later, Nazzares was taken by his master to the western military base of the Blora Forest and led to his room.

“Wow, so this is your room, Master?” asked Nazzares, amazed by the grandeur of the room.

“Yes,” Master Vitjendra replied briefly.

“You seem like a very important person in the kingdom,” said Nazzares, looking at him with awe.

“Hahaha, it’s like that,” Master Vitjendra replied with a smile. “Alright, let’s go out. It might be better if you train with the soldiers.”

They headed to the training area, and Nazzares was surprised to see someone there.

“Hey, Darkino! You’re here?” shouted Nazzares, his voice rising.

“Nazzares..!!” Darkino turned toward the voice calling his name.

“I didn’t expect this! No wonder I never saw you in the village,” Nazzares said to his childhood friend.

“Yeah, but I’m even more surprised to find that my friend here is a descendant of a Fatalis,” Darkino replied, clearly shocked.

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“Yeah, a lot has happened lately,” said Nazzares, trying to explain briefly.

“Hahaha, the news of you often hunting rakshas at night has spread widely,” Darkino said with a laugh.

“Really?” Nazzares asked, not expecting the news to spread so quickly.

“Yeah.”

They shared a brief moment of nostalgia before Master Vitjendra called Nazzares back to continue their training.

Nazzares and Master Vitjendra resumed their training in the military base area, amidst an atmosphere filled with energy and discipline.

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Sundang Majapahit battle with basic mystical energy as reinforcement

In the middle of the training arena, the soldiers stood in a circle, watching intently. Before them, Master Vitjendra and Nazzares stood, fully prepared, ready to train without weapons. This time, they would rely on their physical strength and the mystical energy flowing within them to fight. Since Nazzares had been a little stiff in his movements during the last training, Master Vitjendra arranged this practice session.

"Ready, Nazzares?" asked Master Vitjendra, his voice calm yet full of vigilance.

Nazzares nodded, his body ready to move. Without weapons, he had to rely on his agility and the control of the mystical energy flowing through his body.

"Begin!" said Master Vitjendra as he focused his mystical energy, channeling strength into every movement.

In an instant, Master Vitjendra moved with incredible speed, darting toward Nazzares with his hands open, ready to strike. Surprised by the speed of his teacher, Nazzares immediately channeled his mystical energy into his body, speeding up his movements and dodging the attack with agility.

Master Vitjendra did not stop there. In a flash, he turned around and launched a counterattack with a powerful kick. Nazzares saw the kick coming and quickly stepped back, using his mystical energy to reinforce his leap to avoid the blow.

The soldiers watching were captivated. They could feel the wave of mystical energy flowing between the two combatants, their movements swift and powerful, as though every step they took controlled the world around them.

Master Vitjendra gave no time for Nazzares to rest. He launched a relentless barrage of strikes, his hands moving as fast as shadows, channeling mystical energy into every punch and kick. Nazzares, with sharp reflexes, dodged every attack with quick and coordinated movements, utilizing his light body and agility strengthened by the flow of energy within him.

With a spin, Nazzares retaliated with a punch aimed directly at Master Vitjendra's chest. However, Master Vitjendra calmly channeled his mystical energy, redirecting Nazzares's punch with a subtle movement of his hand, deflecting the strike with minimal effort.

Duk!

Their bodies collided with great force, and a wave of mystical energy radiated from the contact. The soldiers watching could not hold back their admiration, feeling the vibrations of the power from the duel.

Nazzares did not retreat. With his speed increasing, he launched a flurry of attacks, this time using the Sundang Majapahit technique he had mastered. His body moved like the wind, swift and quick, every movement infused with mystical energy flowing through him.

Master Vitjendra, utilizing his experience and mastery over mystical energy, easily deflected every attack from Nazzares, channeling his energy to change the direction of the strikes without exerting excessive physical force.

With one swift move, Master Vitjendra unleashed a kick infused with mystical energy aimed straight at Nazzares. The strike came so quickly that Nazzares could not dodge in time. However, with his honed instincts, Nazzares channeled his mystical energy into his legs and blocked the kick with both hands.

Braaak!

A large burst of energy exploded upon impact, causing the ground beneath them to shake. Both combatants paused for a moment, panting, but neither of them backed down. The soldiers watching could only stand in awe, witnessing the incredible power and agility displayed by both sides.

Master Vitjendra smiled, seeing Nazzares's remarkable development. "Good, Nazzares," he said proudly. "You've mastered the control of the energy within your body quite well. But remember, there’s still much to learn."

Nazzares exhaled deeply, feeling the energy still flowing through his body. "I'll keep training, Master."

The soldiers around them clapped, full of admiration, knowing they had just witnessed an extraordinary training session.

"Waaa... you're amazing, Nazzares," said Darkino, who had been watching from the sidelines.

Later that evening, Nazzares and Darkino walked home together.

"That fight was truly impressive, Nazzares," Darkino said during their walk home.

"Yeah, but Master Vitjendra is so strong. After more than three months of training, I feel like I’m just a toy to him," Nazzares replied with a bit of complaint.

"Well, it's only natural. He's a Laksamana, right?"

"Is a Laksamana that strong?"

"Hah, you don't know? You're good-looking, but a little dumb."

"Heh, sorry about that."

"A Laksamana is one of the strongest Fatalis in the Majapahit Kingdom, and Master Vitjendra is one of the top three strongest people in the kingdom."

Nazzares, upon hearing his friend’s explanation, fell into a brief thought, reflecting on his teacher. "Hah, I didn’t realize Master was that strong. Well, with his sword-creation ability, he must be incredibly powerful," he thought to himself.

"Well, since you're a Fatalis... it might be easier for us during patrols if you're with us."

"Yeah, sure. It’s nice to be able to work with my own friend," Nazzares replied. "But, have you really faced a raksha?" Nazzares asked.

"Yeah, I once faced one. For someone like us, who isn't a Fatalis, we need a special weapon to fight a raksha."

"Was it scary for you?"

"Yeah, for someone without power like us, it’s terrifying."

"Don’t worry, just face your fear head-on."

They continued walking casually back to the village, sharing stories with each other.

To be continued...