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The Great Boon
Author: Alfonzo Perez
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Awe held sway over every soul present, their eyes fixed upon Aji with a mixture of wonder and reverence. Not a single person had witnessed his movement—not the blur of his form as he surged forward, nor the precise arc of the blade that had struck true. It was as if the air itself had bent to his will, carrying him to his target and guiding his hand with supernatural grace.

For Aji had calculated every infinitesimal detail before making his move. The angle of his approach, the exact force required to sever Wikrama’s right arm at the shoulder, the split-second timing needed to avoid harming Dananjaya—all had been mapped out in his mind with the precision of a master strategist. A fraction more strength, a hair’s breadth off course, and the prince’s shoulder would have been torn from his body alongside the traitor’s limb.

King Wanajaya stood frozen for a long moment, his regal composure shattered by the sight before him. The young man he had once dismissed as no more than a common trave
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  • The Turmoil

    Rangga and Ki Mangkubumi turned as one, their gazes following the line of Aji’s outstretched finger. In the distance, they saw the man he had spoken of—walking with easy grace through the throng of warriors toward the registration booth, where a long queue snaked across the academy’s training grounds.Rangga stared in wonder, for even from this considerable distance, he could feel nothing of the energy that Aji had detected. How his future brother-in-law could sense such power from so far away was beyond his comprehension—though he had long known that Aji possessed gifts beyond those of ordinary men.Ki Mangkubumi, however, merely nodded slowly, his expression calm and unsurprised. Having learned the truth of Aji’s identity as the Chosen One—born once every five hundred years with abilities that transcended mortal limits—he understood that such feats were but a small part of what the younger man was capable of. Even warriors of his own standing, or Rangga’s, could not hope to match th

  • Tournament Preparations

    On the eve of the wedding, word had spread far and wide that the tournament—originally destined for the royal capital—had been moved to the village of Kelor Arum, home to the revered Dragon Blade Academy. Pilgrims and warriors alike poured into the modest settlement until every street and alley teemed with life, transforming the quiet hamlet into a bustling hub of activity. For the villagers, this sudden influx was nothing short of a blessing: coin flowed freely through the streets, bringing prosperity to every household in its wake.Street vendors appeared as if from nowhere, their carts laden with spiced meats, sweet cakes, and refreshing fruit drinks that filled the air with intoxicating aromas. Private homes opened their doors to serve as inns, their owners offering warm beds and hot meals to weary travelers. Even local masseurs set up makeshift stalls beneath colorful canopies, their skilled hands ready to soothe the aching muscles of warriors who had journeyed long distances to

  • The Earth Dragon Blade

    “The mystery of how Elder Prayoga could foresee such things need not trouble us now, Aji,” Ki Mangkubumi said, his voice carrying the weight of ancient wisdom as he regarded the younger man with a mixture of awe and affection. “What matters is that he spoke of you long before our paths crossed—and in his message to me, he declared that when the Chosen One came to my door, I must present you with a scroll of secret techniques, along with guidance to find Elder Damarjaya.”The elder’s eyes widened slightly as the full significance of the moment settled upon him once more. That the man who would soon be his son-in-law was not merely a skilled warrior, but the Chosen One—born with pure blood that surfaced only once every five hundred years—still felt like a tale from the oldest legends of their land.“Damarjaya?” Aji asked, leaning forward with keen curiosity, his gaze fixed on the Darkness Sword that rested beside him. “Is he the one who will purify this blade?”“Indeed he is, Aji,” Ki M

  • The Enigma

    Upon their arrival at the residence, Ki Mangkubumi guided Aji to a secluded chamber—one lined with ancient scrolls and illuminated by the soft glow of oil lamps that cast dancing shadows across walls adorned with tapestries depicting the history of the Dragon Blade Academy. The elder settled into a carved wooden chair, his movements deliberate and graceful despite the weight of years upon his shoulders, and gestured for Aji to take his place across from him. From the moment Aji had spoken of his own dark past to the five fallen disciples, a restless curiosity had stirred within Ki Mangkubumi’s heart—for though he had once been certain of the man who would wed his daughter, those words had opened a door to mysteries he could no longer ignore.“Aji, I took my wife’s hand when I was nearing fifty years of age, and Rangga now stands at thirty winters old,” Ki Mangkubumi began, a faint, warm smile touching his lips as he regarded his guest. His weathered fingers moved to lift a clay ewer—i

  • The Greatest Loss of a Warrior

    Barda swallowed hard, his throat dry as desert sand. He had long since come to terms with the notion that death would be his just deserts, and the profound melancholy in his gaze spoke of a spirit broken beyond repair—all will to live had fled from his weary eyes.“Uncle, allow me to pass judgment upon them,” Aji spoke suddenly, his voice carrying the quiet weight of authority that commanded immediate attention.Barda and the others lifted their heads, their faces etched with bewilderment and unspoken questions. None could fathom what plans the noble-born man might have in store for their transgressions, for his bearing suggested a wisdom far beyond his years, and his countenance held neither malice nor haste.Ki Mangkubumi moved to refuse Aji’s request, his weathered hands trembling slightly as he prepared to voice his dissent. For he could not abide the thought of his five disciples straying so grievously from the sacred principles of the righteous path—principles he had spent decad

  • Punishment

    “What have you done to them, Rangga?!” Ki Mangkubumi’s emotions flared to a fever pitch the moment his eyes fell upon the five trusted students he had nurtured for years—now crumpled on the forest floor, broken and helpless.At the sight of his master’s rage, a devious plan sparked to life in Barda’s mind. This was his chance to turn father against son, to twist the truth to save his own skin.“Forgive us, Master,” he cried out, his voice trembling with feigned fear and innocence. “Rangga has accused us of framing him in days past—the very lie that led you to cast him out of our halls. Now, with no witnesses save these woods, he has sworn to kill us all!”Rangga’s eyes widened in disbelief, his own anger surging to match his father’s. He opened his mouth to protest, to defend himself against the vile falsehood—but Ki Mangkubumi’s thunderous voice cut through the air before a single word could pass his lips.“Have you no shame left to call me father, Rangga?!” the master roared, his fa

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