"Nazzares, are you going on a mission again with Master Vitjendra?" asked Kandhita, who was helping Abail mix herbal medicines at the back of their house.

"Yes," Nazzares replied while practicing a little in the backyard.

"Mm, but be careful," she cautioned.

"Don't worry," Nazzares said.

"Is there a reward or payment for your missions?" she asked.

"I don't know. I'm not officially registered as part of the military unit. I'm just a disciple of Master Vitjendra," Nazzares replied while swinging his wooden sword. "But I'm trying my best to get into the academy. After all, we’re entering the academy not through the regular path, which starts formal education from the age of eight," he added.

"Alright then."

Kandhita then prepared a meal for her future husband to take with him on his mission.

"Here’s your meal. Give the other box to Master Vitjendra."

"Thank you, Kandhita."

"Wait a moment."

"What?"

Kandhita pulled Nazzares' hand and gently kissed his cheek, then ran inside the house shyly.

However, Darkino, who had been waiting outside Nazzares' house, saw this and smirked cynically.

"Such a lovesick fool," Darkino muttered teasingly.

Then the two of them left for the Majapahit military base in the Blora Forest, walking leisurely on the dew-covered morning. Nazzares' face was flushed, a smile on his face.

"Hey, can you stop smiling like that?" Darkino said, noticing Nazzares grinning to himself.

"Heh... sorry," Nazzares replied.

"You’re so lucky to have a village beauty like Kandhita."

"Yeah, I’m fortunate to be matched with such a kind-hearted woman."

Upon arriving at the Majapahit military base, Darkino immediately prepared his gear and began training, while Nazzares walked toward the instructor's quarters.

"Master, here’s breakfast from Kandhita," Nazzares said, handing over the meal.

"Wow... I bet the food from your fiancée is delicious, my student," Master Vitjendra said, smiling as he took a bite.

While enjoying his breakfast, Master Vitjendra informed Nazzares that they would be heading to Tropos Agem Village the following day, a village located in the northern part of the Blora Forest, far on the edge, which would take about seven hours of travel if they ran and leaped through the trees.

"Prepare yourself, Nazzares," Master Vitjendra said, his eyes full of determination.

"Alright, Master. Is it farther than Serabi City?" Nazzares asked, slightly curious.

"Yes, of course," Master Vitjendra replied with a slow nod.

"How long will we stay there?" Nazzares asked again, realizing how strenuous the journey would be.

"I don’t know, maybe quite a while," Master Vitjendra responded, his voice soft but firm.

Nazzares nodded, mentally preparing himself. He left the instructor’s quarters and joined the other soldiers who were getting ready.

"Hey, Darkino, how about we train together?" Nazzares called as he approached his friend.

"Fine, but remember, don’t use your mystical power. I’m just an ordinary human," Darkino replied, slightly mocking but in a friendly tone.

Nazzares smiled and nodded. They began training, sparring with each other. Though they were practicing without weapons, Nazzares, with the body and strength of a Fatalis, was far superior compared to Darkino, who was just an ordinary human. With little effort, Nazzares easily won the sparring match, only breaking a slight sweat.

Later that evening...

Nazzares went to pick up his fiancée, Kandhita, for a short walk, as he needed to go on the mission with Master Vitjendra to Tropos Agem the next day.

"So, your mission is tomorrow?" Kandhita asked, looking at Nazzares with concern.

"Yes," Nazzares replied briefly, but with a meaningful tone.

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They walked along the village road lit by torches, enjoying the peacefulness of the night.

Suddenly, Nazzares lifted Kandhita with his strength, carrying her into the sky. They soared high, passing over rooftops that appeared small below them. Above, the moon shone brightly, casting a soft light on their path.

Kandhita fell silent for a moment, mesmerized by the beautiful sight. The cool night breeze touched their faces as they glided among the stars, feeling a closeness that was unspoken.

"This is incredible..." Kandhita said, her voice soft and filled with awe.

They continued flying, savoring the moment, leaving behind a trail of happiness in the sky that they would never forget.

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Departure to Tropos Agem Village

The journey started in the morning, with Nazzares and Master Vitjendra leaping over trees, moving quickly through the Blora Forest.

"Master, I can fly, and you can too, right? Why don’t we race?" Nazzares asked with a broad smile.

Master Vitjendra chuckled lightly. "Hahahaha... alright, that sounds like a good idea," he agreed with the challenge.

Nazzares immediately prepared, using his mystical technique to lift his body into the air. The mystical energy flowed smoothly, and his body rose, ready to soar.

Meanwhile, Master Vitjendra casually mounted his long sword, which was a manifestation of his innate mystical technique. The sword emitted a soft glow, and Master Vitjendra began to fly, following Nazzares.

They soared together, cutting through the morning air, moving swiftly among the trees.

Northern Blora Forest Military Base

Upon arriving at the military base, Admiral Vitjendra was immediately greeted by General Nansa, a large orc with small horns on his forehead. Nazzares looked at the man with a mix of wonder and awe.

"Who’s this, Captain?" General Nansa asked in a deep voice, glancing at Nazzares.

"He’s my disciple," Vitjendra answered briefly.

Nansa nodded respectfully. "Understood, Captain."

They quickly entered the main room where the meeting was taking place. There, the officers had gathered and were providing reports about the Raksha terror that had struck the village.

"Captain, many children, men, and women have gone missing mysteriously at night," one of the soldiers reported. "We believe this is the work of the Raksha."

Vitjendra nodded after hearing the report. "Alright. Prepare everyone. Tonight, we will formulate a strategy to deal with this."

It was still daytime, so Vitjendra and the other officers began planning the details. Meanwhile, Nazzares took the opportunity to practice in the soldiers' training area. He wielded his Abhiseka sword, swinging it nimbly, practicing the moves taught by his master.

From a distance, General Nansa observed Nazzares. After a while, he walked closer.

"Heh, kid, what’s your name?" Nansa asked in a loud voice, drawing Nazzares' attention.

"My name is Nazzares Abhiseka," Nazzares replied, stopping his training and bowing respectfully.

"Good, I’m Nansa," the orc introduced himself. "How long have you been training with Admiral Vitjendra?"

Nazzares thought for a moment. "Maybe almost three months," he answered honestly.

Nansa nodded, then gave a small grin. "Three months, huh? Alright, I want to test your skills. Fight me."

Nazzares’ eyes widened. "Really?" he asked, incredulous.

"Yes," Nansa nodded firmly. "Show me what you can do."

Nazzares grinned widely. "Alright! I’ll do my best," he said enthusiastically as he gripped his sword tightly. He knew this was a rare opportunity to gauge how far his skills had come after training under Admiral Vitjendra’s guidance.

Nazzares vs nansa

Nansa stared at Nazzares with a slight smile, his small horns reflecting the sunlight. He stood tall, ready to face Laksamana Vitjendra's pupil. The atmosphere around them grew tense. The other soldiers, who were training nearby, paused for a moment, watching the duel that was about to begin.

Without further ado, Nazzares raised one hand, palm facing Nansa. In an instant, his mystic technique activated, pulling the orc toward him with an invisible force.

Whoosshhh...

"What the hell? This kid is using his mystic technique without restraint!" Nansa shouted, startled as his body was rapidly drawn toward Nazzares.

However, Nansa didn't stand idle. Quickly, he chanted a mantra, his voice heavy and full of conviction.

"Corrosion Resistant: Tungsten Axe!" he shouted. A bluish-green light enveloped his hands, and a large axe that appeared heavy yet solid materialized in his grip, a manifestation of his mystic technique.

Tang!

The first clash occurred. Nazzares' Abhiseka sword struck Nansa's tungsten axe. The sound of the impact echoed, creating an energy wave that shook the air around them.

Some soldiers standing too close felt the pressure and retreated, awe-struck. The battle between the two Fatalis continued.

Close-quarters combat began. Nansa swung his axe brutally, each strike strong enough to crush large stones. However, Nazzares, with incredible speed and agility, dodged each attack, using his speed and flexibility. His Abhiseka sword shone brightly, parrying each axe strike with perfect precision.

Attack after attack exchanged, creating resonating clangs like war drums. Each collision between sword and axe sent sparks of mystic light flying, mesmerizing the watching soldiers.

"This kid... is smiling?" Nansa muttered, squinting his eyes, realizing the immense power of Nazzares. However, he had no intention of giving up. With a loud roar, he leapt backward, spinning his axe in the air before swinging it full force toward Nazzares.

Nazzares raised his sword, blocking it firmly. However, the energy wave from the clash pushed him back several steps.

"You're pretty good, Captain!" Nazzares exclaimed, his eyes sparkling. He stepped forward, ready to continue his attack.

"Don't get too cocky, kid!" Nansa retorted, launching another axe strike. The battle continued, growing more intense, making the onlookers hold their breath.

After several minutes of fighting...

Nazzares fell to the ground, panting heavily. Sweat soaked his face, but a satisfied smile was clearly visible. He raised his hand as a sign of surrender.

"Hahaha, I give up!" he said proudly, despite losing.

Nansa chuckled softly, resting his axe on his shoulder. "Hmm... You're strong, kid. For someone who’s only been training for three months, you're way above average."

Nazzares slowly got back up, dusting himself off. "Thank you, Captain. But I still have a lot to learn."

Afterward, Nansa put his axe away, which slowly faded into mist, returning to his mystic technique. The orc walked away from Nazzares, still catching his breath, heading toward the military base. On his way, he crossed paths with Laksamana Vitjendra, who was heading toward the training field.

"How’s my pupil, Nansa?" Vitjendra asked, his voice calm but full of curiosity.

Nansa stopped, looking at the laksamana with a serious expression. "You're going to create a monster, Captain," he replied briefly before continuing on his way.

Vitjendra smiled faintly, satisfied with the answer. He glanced toward the training field, where Nazzares still stood, now looking more spirited despite just losing. "That is indeed my goal," Vitjendra muttered to himself before walking toward the base.

To be continued...