HEIR OF THE DEATH STRIKE

Chapter 6

He asked in surprise.

"The power that will enable you to face people like them," continued Ki Braja. "A power that ordinary humans do not possess."

Zaqqy looked at him doubtfully.

"What kind of power?"

Ki Braja smiled slightly, reaching out with both hands and holding Zaqqy's hands. The young man remained silent. He felt his body recover and sensed that Ki Braja was a good person.

"Your fists are perfect. Your body is also good, and you are handsome. Accept what I am about to give you. Use it as best you can on the right path. How about it, do you accept?"

"What kind of power is that?"

"The power you will receive in both your hands is a very powerful ancient spell. Only selected people are able to master it, and I see that in you."

"What is it?" asked Zaqqy again.

"The Brajamusti spell."

"Is it... really that powerful?"

Ki Braja smiled at Zaqqy's question, which needed proof. He immediately stood up from his seat.

Zaqqy, who had fully recovered, was able to stand up very easily. He noticed Ki Braja's figure, which appeared transparent, but his footsteps felt real on the ground. Strangely, the fear in Zaqqy's heart had now completely disappeared.

Bham!

Suddenly, Ki Braja clenched one hand and immediately struck a large rock covered with bushes in front of Zaqqy.

DUARRR!

A loud explosion was heard. The rock was shattered into pieces, scattering in all directions. Zaqqy, who was shocked, immediately curled up and covered his face. Ki Braja smiled slightly when he saw this. He approached Zaqqy again, showing him his right hand.

"That is the power of Brajamusti. An ancient spell with great power that will be in both your hands. That power can destroy something with just one blow," explained Ki Braja.

"Amazing!" Zaqqy murmured in awe.

He walked closer, looking at the shattered pieces of stone. Ki Braja stood behind him, watching Zaqqy pick up the small pieces of stone and collect them in his palm. The young man turned to look at the resident of the banyan tree.

"Can this really become my power, Ki?" asked Zaqqy, trying to convince himself.

Ki Braja simply nodded slowly. Zaqqy was silent for quite a while. The image of Rinto's face reappeared in his mind. Then Darwin's face. And Rahayu's face, who had almost become a victim. Zaqqy's chest felt hot.

"If I am strong... no one will be able to treat others like that in front of me," he said. He raised his head and looked at Ki Braja with confidence. "I want to accept that power, Ki."

Ki Braja's smile widened slightly.

"Good decision. Get ready! The heavens have shown something great. Destiny has chosen. However, there is one thing you must know, Zaqqy."

"What is it, Ki?" asked Zaqqy.

There was great conviction radiating from his smile.

​“Once destiny has chosen you, there is no turning back. You must realise that the power you possess comes at an equal price. Do you understand?”

​Zaqqy fell silent for a moment, then nodded firmly.

“Yes, Ki. I understand.”

Ki Braja pressed their palms together.

Tassh!!

"Huh, what's that?.." Zaqqy gasped in surprise when he saw a black shadow that looked like a human, but was unclear.

"Have you seen it?" asked Ki Braja, while reciting a mantra, "I will channel the power of Brajamusti to you."

Drrrrt...

Zaqqy felt a different energy entering through his palms. He could see a bright light, growing like a blazing fire, but there was no heat there.

"Huh?! Who are they?"

Again, Zaqqy was startled to see the shadows of humans, many of them fully armed.

"Zaqqy, listen to me and remember this: this power will take you very far, and you will have a dangerous task to pay for it all..."

"What?! What do you mean, Ki?" asked Zaqqy.

The flow of energy had finished, and Ki Braja released his grip on his hands. Zaqqy stared at his hands, intensely and feeling their strength.

"This power of yours..." Ki Braja said slowly, "will attract many enemies and soul hunters, including the Eternal Goddess."

"The Eternal Goddess? Who is she, Ki?"