HEIR OF THE DEATH STRIKE

Chapter 7

The young man asked Ki Braja, then looked at his hands, which Ki Braja had just held and into which he had channelled energy that the young man did not yet understand.

"You will know once you find it," said Ki Braja.

"All right, Ki. I understand."

"Ajian Brajamusti is an extraordinary power. Your blows will be very strong. I have channelled the energy of the spell into you, but this is only the beginning. You must continue to hone your skills so that your power becomes more perfect."

"I understand, Ki."

"Can you feel something different in your hands?" asked Ki Braja.

Zaqqy nodded. He clenched his fists. He gasped when he saw something glowing from his hands.

"That is energy that is fused with your bloodstream, whose power is centred in your hands. Try it if you want to know how strong your own punch is. But remember, this is only the beginning. Because in truth, the more you diligently hone your skills, the greater that power will become."

"Yes, Ki," replied Zaqqy again.

He smiled. There was a growing sense of confidence within him as he received that power. He looked around, but he couldn't find anything to use as a test subject for his first punch.

Ki Braja knew that. He smiled and patted Zaqqy on the shoulder, making the young man smile awkwardly.

"Do you see that?" said Ki Braja, pointing to a tree that was now just a large stump.

The trunk was firmly rooted in the ground, while there were no longer any branches, twigs, or leaves.

"Yes, Ki. I see it." Zaqqy seemed to understand what Ki Braja meant. He walked towards the remains of the large tree.

"Hit it!" said Ki Braja immediately.

Zaqqy clenched his right fist. He took a breath and exhaled slowly.

BHAM!!

With a swift and powerful movement, he slammed his right fist into the massive tree trunk. With a single blow, the tree shattered into pieces, sending splinters flying everywhere. Seeing this, Zaqqy was utterly amazed, then looked back at his hand.

"Never be arrogant about your strength, Zaqqy. Because arrogance will consume its master."

Zaqqy turned his head. He approached Ki Braja with a confident nod.

"Yes, Ki. I understand. Thank you for your kindness in giving me this power. I will not use it for evil. But perhaps with this power, I will repay what Darwin and his men have done. They must know that what they’ve done is wrong and must be punished.”

​“Of course. If that’s what you want, do it. But stay on the right path.”

​“All right, Ki.”

​“Go home. It’s late now; your mother must be waiting.”

"Night? It's still daytime, Ki," said Zaki, a little surprised, looking around at the bright surroundings.

"Really? Do you think it's still daytime?" said Ki Braja. He held Zaqqy's shoulder. The young man looked intently into Ki Braja's eyes. "Go home, you're very far from home. I'll help you..."

"Help...?" muttered Zaqqy. Suddenly, something strange happened. The young man felt very sleepy.

"I will always be near you, and only you can see me. But to increase your own strength, you must come here. Don't be afraid and don't be confused, you will memorise the way to this place yourself," said Ki Braja in Zaqqy's ear.

Zaqqy closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep. Ki Braja seemed to be reciting something, then Zaqqy disappeared from his sight.

"Finally, I have found a medium to search for the three heirlooms," said Ki Braja to himself.

Wusssh...

He stamped his foot and returned to the old banyan tree.

Meanwhile, far from the old banyan tree, on the side of the road, several young people were chatting casually as they walked. Suddenly, two of them stopped, surprised by something on the side of the road.

"Hey, look at that! It looks like someone is unconscious," said one of the young people. They immediately ran to the spot.

"Oh my God, it's Zaqqy!" They were quite surprised. "Brother, wake up, brother! Why are you sleeping on the side of the road, brother?" They all woke Zaqqy up by patting his hands.

"Ahk..."