The Tale of Jayabaya
Author: Alfonzo Perez
last update2025-11-10 20:48:15

When the award ceremony concluded, Aji descended from the stage with quiet composure. The crowd’s cheers still echoed faintly behind him, yet his expression remained calm, almost distant. Waiting at the foot of the stage were Ratih and Rangga, both beaming with pride at his victory.

Before they could leave the arena, a familiar voice—aged yet firm—called out from behind them.

“Wait, young man!”

It was Jayabaya, the venerable master of the Black Tiger Sect. The elderly man hurried toward them, his robes flowing behind him like the tail of a shadow.

Aji turned to meet him, a faint smile softening his otherwise guarded demeanor.

“Is there something you need, Master Jayabaya?” he asked respectfully. “We were just about to return to the inn.”

Jayabaya’s weathered face warmed with a gentle smile. “There’s something I wish to discuss with you—privately, if you don’t mind. When might you have time to spare?”

Aji glanced at Ratih and Rangga. “You two go ahead. I’ll catch up shortly.” He handed
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