All Chapters of THE GOD'S OF CHOSEN WARRIOR : Chapter 371
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The Baiting Game
“Is he always like this?” Yoga asked Ratih, his eyes never leaving the whirlwind of movement that was Aji.“Like what?” Ratih replied, her voice sharp with focus as she scanned the surrounding warriors. She did not understand what the Duke’s chief spy meant—her attention was too fixed on the battle unfolding around them.“So impatient in combat?”“Not always,” she said, then suddenly cried out: “Look out!”She threw herself forward, shoving Yoga hard to the side just as a sword sliced through the air where his neck had been a split second earlier. Before the attacker could recover, Ratih’s blade flashed out in a swift arc, tearing through his stomach with deadly precision.A gurgle of pain escaped the man’s lips before he stumbled and crumpled to the ground, motionless in death.Yoga’s eyes widened in shock as he took in Ratih’s ferocity. He watched, mesmerized, as a small smile played at her lips—a smile—even after she had killed. It was as if taking a life was as ordinary to her as
The Blight of Blind Fanaticism
Yoga’s mastery of the art of lightening his body served him well. In mere heartbeats, he closed the gap between himself and Satrio, moving so swiftly that he seemed to vanish and reappear in front of the fleeing man—blocking his path with a menacing, sharp-edged smile.Satrio skidded to a halt, his feet kicking up a cloud of dry leaves. Shock flashed across his face as he stared at Yoga, who stood calm and unyielding before him, as if he had been waiting there all along.“What do you want, Yoga? Let me go!” Satrio demanded, his voice rough with panic and false bravado.“Are you foolish, Satrio?” Yoga replied quickly, his smile never fading. “You stand here in a hopeless position, yet you act as if you still command the men who are now killing each other in that clearing.”Satrio swallowed hard, his throat tight with fear. He knew his skills were no match for Yoga’s—any attempt to fight would be suicide. The only way to save his life, he realized, was to offer something Yoga wanted.“I
The Secret Cipher
Aji’s gaze fell upon the two soldiers, their heads still bowed in submission—their spines curved not merely in fear, but in the heavy weight of a choice that would seal their fates. “And what of you two?” his voice rang out, clear as a bell yet sharp as the edge of his blade. “Will you stand beside me, or fall by my hand this very moment?”The pair swallowed hard, their throats dry as desert sand. In their hearts, they had long known the folly of allying with Prince Dananjaya—how their loyalty had been misplaced, a thread woven into a tapestry of treachery. Now, a glimmer of hope shone through the darkness: the chance to atone by aiding Duke Hanggareksa in defending the realm of Tanjungrejo.“We will stand with you, my lord,” one of them spoke, his voice trembling yet steady with resolve. “Grant us this chance to mend the wrongs we have wrought.”Aji nodded slowly, a flicker of mercy softening his sharp features. “So be it. I give you a second chance. Prove to me that your desire for
The Masquerade
Satrio nodded, his jaw set with quiet determination, and stepped forward to take his place at the head of the company. Behind him walked Aji and Ratih, their figures tall and graceful against the dimming light, with Yoga close at their heels. Bringing up the rear were two of Satrio’s men and two of the scouts—an arrangement carefully chosen, for Aji knew that in times of inspection, the vanguard and rearguard were always the first to be questioned. Thus, they would shield the rest, their ruse hidden beneath a veil of order.It was not long before the village gate loomed before them: a heavy wooden structure bound with iron, flanked by stone pillars that had stood watch for generations. At the sight of eight strangers approaching, six burly guards stepped forth, their hands raised in a gesture of warning—muscles tensed, eyes sharp as flint.“Halt! What business brings you to our village?” one of them called out, his voice booming across the open space.Satrio stepped forward without he
The Ambush
“Did you know, Ki Ageng,” Aji began, his voice a silken thread, weaving a tapestry of feigned innocence, “that my father is the stepbrother of Uncle Wanajaya?” His gaze, though gentle, held a subtle challenge, testing the depths of the chief’s knowledge and loyalty.Ki Ageng, a man whose years had etched wisdom onto his face, slowly shook his head, a faint frown creasing his brow. “It was Lord Lodra who first spoke of this to me, my Prince,” he admitted, his voice soft with a touch of surprise. The revelation, though delivered with such casual grace by Aji, still held a certain weight.Aji offered a warm, reassuring smile, a master of deception whose every gesture was perfectly choreographed. “That is precisely how my father has kept my sister and I a secret for so long. He wished for our existence to remain hidden from the clamor of the world, away from prying eyes and treacherous whispers. Should Lord Lodra ever grace these lands again, Ki Ageng, you may question him yourself regard
The Cold-Blooded Slayer
Having caught up to Prince Dananjaya’s forces at last, Aji and Ratih slipped into hiding behind the trunk of an ancient banyan tree—its gnarled roots twisting into the earth like the fingers of a slumbering giant, offering perfect cover from prying eyes.“Ratih, stay here,” Aji whispered, his eyes never leaving the soldiers as they marched farther into the forest. “Let me face them alone.”“No! I am coming with you. In life and in death, we stand together—always!” Ratih protested, her voice fierce with determination, her hand reaching for the hilt of her sword.“This is different,” Aji said softly, turning to cup her cheek in his palm, his touch gentle despite the urgency of the moment. “You have no hood to hide your face—they would recognize you in an instant. If even one of them escapes, our entire plan will crumble into dust. Please, understand.”Ratih’s shoulders slumped, her resolve wavering at the warmth in his eyes. “Very well. I will stay this time—but tomorrow, I will wear th
Ki Ageng’s Astonishment
A hush fell over the huddle of soldiers, thick with the stench of fear and the acrid tang of impending doom. One among them spoke, his voice a mere whisper that trembled like a leaf in a storm.“What course shall we take now? To fight would be to cast our lives into the maw of futility itself,” he murmured, his eyes fixed on the ground as if seeking answers in the dust.“I know not,” replied his companion, and even as the words left his lips, he swallowed hard—his throat dry as desert sand. “His power soars far above anything we have ever witnessed. We are as ants beneath the heel of a titan.”“Then we must return to the village,” interjected another warrior, his voice laced with a desperate hope. “We must tell Ki Ageng of this assault. He alone may know what to do.”“Dare you think we can reach the village alive?” scoffed the man beside him, his gaze darting toward the shadows where death had already claimed their kin. “You saw it with your own eyes—he struck down a dozen of our brot
An Accelerated Assault?
Ki Ageng pressed his fingers to his brow, his mind wandering like a ship adrift in a foggy sea, settling at last on the grim tale of the three hundred soldiers massacred at the small forest outpost. The very thought of it sent a shiver down his spine—so many lives snuffed out in the blink of an eye, leaving only silence and blood in their wake.“Could these events be connected?” he murmured, his voice barely more than a breath, yet heavy with the weight of suspicion. His sharp gaze pierced the man who had brought him this terrible news, as if he could wrench the truth from his very soul with a single look. “Was there no survivor? No one left to tell us what truly happened?”“None, Ki,” the man replied, his own voice hollow with despair. “Every last one of them met a grisly end.”A deep, weary sigh escaped Ki Ageng’s lips. In that moment, the shadow of Prince Dananjaya’s failed plans crept into his thoughts, coiling around his heart like a cold serpent. For two long years, every detail
The Suspicion of Ki Ageng
"Master, if we are to hasten this assault, when might you deem the most propitious hour?" inquired Prince Dananjaya, his gaze fixed upon the aged figure who had long served as his mentor. There was a weight of urgency in his voice, yet it carried the dignified poise befitting one of royal blood, his eyes narrowing slightly as he awaited the wisdom that was to come."The eve of the day after next, as dawn draws nigh," replied Suryorojo in a tone as crisp and unyielding as winter’s first frost, his words falling like pebbles into still water—brief, but sending ripples of consequence through the air."Why must it be in the dark, Master? Would we not court our own peril by striking when shadows cloak the earth?" Prince Dananjaya’s brow furrowed deeply, the lines of doubt etching themselves across his forehead like ancient runes carved into stone. He had always been one to question, to seek understanding beyond the surface of things, and this plan seemed to defy all logic he had been taugh
The Secret
"Enough of this talk now. When I speak with him, watch his face closely—every flicker of emotion, every shift of his eyes," Ki Ageng murmured, his voice low and weighted with purpose. There was a sharpness in his gaze now, a focus that spoke of a mind already at work, weaving threads of observation into a tapestry of truth.Darto and Trisno nodded in silent agreement, their eyes wide with the gravity of the task before them. Then Trisno turned and walked toward the door, his steps steady despite the flutter of unease in his chest, and pulled it open."Enter, Prince," he said, swinging the door wide to welcome Aji into the room, his voice carrying the deference that was due to one of royal birth.Aji stepped across the threshold with a stride as firm and unwavering as a mountain’s foundation, his form cutting an imposing figure against the soft light of the chamber. He moved with the grace of a seasoned warrior and the poise of a prince who had been raised to command respect—every gest