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Judgment
Author: Alfonzo Perez
last update2025-11-10 20:44:50

Subrata vaulted back onto the stage, his movements heavy with fury and humiliation. The old warrior’s pride had been torn to shreds, his dignity crushed beneath the laughter and whispers of the crowd. Never, in all his years walking the path of the martial world, had he imagined that such disgrace would befall him—let alone at the hands of a man young enough to be his own son.

His breath came ragged and fast, chest heaving with every intake of air. Rage burned within him like a storm that refused to die.

“Can’t accept your defeat, Elder?” Aji’s calm voice cut through the tension like a blade through silk. His tone was mocking yet steady, his eyes gleaming with cold amusement. “If you’re truly that dissatisfied, then come—attack me. I’ll be more than happy to oblige.”

“Curse you!” Subrata spat, his voice hoarse with fury. “I’ll make you suffer before I tear your soul from your body!”

From his seat near the stage, the headmaster of the Black Tiger Sect exhaled heavily. His aged eyes dar
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  • Aji’s Revelation

    Duke Hanggareksa nodded with calm authority.“Go on.”Aji stepped away from the duke’s table and made his way toward the entrance of the grand hall. The echo of his footsteps bounced faintly against the polished stone walls. Once outside, he immediately spotted Bargowo—massive in frame, towering like a mountain—brandishing his enormous blade while facing the seven palace guards.“Bargowo, stop at once!” Aji shouted from afar.The former bandit leader, known for his frightening visage and thunderous presence, turned sharply. The moment his eyes found Aji approaching, the rage that had flared within him dissolved like steam in the cold air. Without a word, he lowered the giant blade and slid it back into its sheath with surprising gentleness.Aji approached him with measured steps.“Why are you losing control again, Bargowo? I told you before—learn to master your temper.”The giant man lowered his gaze instantly, shoulders slumping. His fury, moments ago raging like wildfire, now dimmed

  • The Stirring of Bargowo’s Fury

    Duke Hanggareksa furrowed his brow, a shadow of confusion passing across his sharp eyes. As far as he knew, the name of Prince Dananjaya—half-brother to King Wanajaya—was one of the best-guarded secrets within the royal court. The late King Suryajaya had deliberately concealed the prince’s lineage, for Dananjaya had been born of a concubine, a circumstance that could easily spark political friction. Only those with intimate ties to the inner chambers of Candipura Palace would ever have known the truth.His curiosity about Ratih’s parentage finally overcame his restraint. With a calm yet probing tone, he asked,“May I know the name of your father?”The question struck Ratih like a blow. Her eyes flicked toward Rangga, searching for guidance or perhaps courage. A knot tightened in her chest—a weight she feared would grow heavier if she spoke the truth. Revealing her father’s identity might entangle him in the dangerous turmoil unfolding around them.Before she could speak, Rangga answer

  • The Rebel Circle

    Duke Hanggareksa’s lips curved into a subtle smile — the kind of smile that concealed more than it revealed. He took a step closer to Ratih, who sat quietly beside Aji, her hands resting neatly on her lap.“And what is your name, young lady?” he asked, his tone soft, almost tender, yet his eyes gleamed with unreadable intent.Ratih hesitated. Her eyes flickered upward for only a moment before she lowered them again to the marble floor. “My name is Ratih, my lord,” she replied gently.The Duke nodded slowly, his gaze not leaving her face. “Ratih,” he murmured, as if savoring the sound. “A lovely name indeed.” His voice was low, but it carried easily to Aji and Ratih, filling the chamber with a strange tension.Then his expression hardened into authority once more. “All of you, leave us,” he commanded, his tone directed toward the seven officials standing along the walls.The officials exchanged uncertain glances. None of them dared question his order, though their eyes betrayed confusi

  • The Duke’s Suspicion

    “Don’t worry. I’m not afraid of facing those soldiers,” Bargowo replied confidently, his voice carrying a tone of defiance. His once hardened face now bore the look of a man reborn — proud, fearless, and brimming with newfound conviction.Aji smiled faintly at the sight. He could hardly believe this was the same man who once led a band of ruthless thieves. The transformation was remarkable — the glint in Bargowo’s eyes was no longer that of a man haunted by crime, but of one who had found a purpose worth fighting for.“Please, this way,” said one of the guards, bowing slightly. “The Duke has been expecting you in the main hall.”“Very well,” Aji replied. “Let us not keep him waiting.”Together, Aji, Rangga, and Ratih followed the guard through the narrow corridor of the small palace. Their steps echoed softly against the stone floor, the faint scent of burning incense drifting in the air. Though the interior seemed calm and ordinary — with walls lined by old portraits and bronze lamps

  • Invitation from Regent Hanggareksa

    They could not stand idly by while Aji handed out coins to the beggars and vagrants of Tanjung Rejo. Ratih and Rangga dismounted at once, their boots stirring up the dust as they joined him in the muddy street. Bargowo remained on the wagon, steadying the horses and keeping the load secured — a man still learning to carry the weight of remorse with measured hands.Word of their kindness spread like a sudden spring across parched earth. Whispers of the four strangers who had given food and silver to the poor drifted upward, finally reaching the ears of the palace. Soon a contingent of soldiers received orders: summon the foreigners and bring them to the regent’s hall.The summons found them in an inn near where they had finished their last alms. Four soldiers entered with the brisk authority of men on duty and paused by their table, watching with careful curiosity.“Pardon the interruption, travellers,” one of the soldiers said with unexpected courtesy. His voice carried the weight of

  • The Plan to Unveil the Deception

    “I can tell you’re hiding something from me, Aji,” Ratih said softly, her eyes searching his with quiet insistence. “Twice now, I’ve seen you close your eyes and shake your head the same way. What is it that you’re keeping from us?”Aji’s gaze softened. For a moment, he looked at her — truly looked — before turning away, as though her eyes might pierce deeper than he was ready to allow.“I can’t tell you yet, Ratih,” he said, his tone calm but edged with sorrow. “When the time comes, I promise I’ll share everything — my past, my reasons… all of it.”Ratih’s lips pressed into a faint line, but she nodded. “Very well. But you must promise me you’ll tell me one day.”Aji nodded solemnly, then turned toward one of the wooden chests. With practiced strength, he lifted it effortlessly onto his shoulder.Outside, Bargowo had already prepared a horse-drawn wagon to carry the provisions — sacks of grain and three heavy chests filled with coins. When everything was secured, they set out toward

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