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Turmoil in the Great Hall
Author: Alfonzo Perez
last update2025-12-20 20:39:02

Aji stood frozen in stunned disbelief, his mind racing to reconcile the stark contrast between the present moment and the warm welcome they had received only hours before. The previous night, the guards of Sarirejo had greeted them with open arms—offering shelter, warm food, and a safe place to rest their weary bodies after days of traveling the dusty roads. Yet now, as the morning sun cast long shadows across the courtyard, those same soldiers surrounded them with drawn swords, their faces set in grim lines that brooked no argument.

“But on what grounds are we forbidden to leave your lands, sir?” Aji asked, his voice steady despite the knot of unease tightening in his chest. “What wrong have we done to earn such treatment? We entered with your permission, and have abided by every rule of your domain since our arrival.”

“You violated the established curfew when you crossed into the lands of Sarirejo,” one of the soldiers declared, his tone flat and unyielding. He stood at the front of
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  • Turmoil in the Great Hall

    Aji stood frozen in stunned disbelief, his mind racing to reconcile the stark contrast between the present moment and the warm welcome they had received only hours before. The previous night, the guards of Sarirejo had greeted them with open arms—offering shelter, warm food, and a safe place to rest their weary bodies after days of traveling the dusty roads. Yet now, as the morning sun cast long shadows across the courtyard, those same soldiers surrounded them with drawn swords, their faces set in grim lines that brooked no argument.“But on what grounds are we forbidden to leave your lands, sir?” Aji asked, his voice steady despite the knot of unease tightening in his chest. “What wrong have we done to earn such treatment? We entered with your permission, and have abided by every rule of your domain since our arrival.”“You violated the established curfew when you crossed into the lands of Sarirejo,” one of the soldiers declared, his tone flat and unyielding. He stood at the front of

  • The Hunchbacked Elder

    Please accept my apologies—this chapter was meant to come before The Prohibition of Leaving the Domain.**********“There remain no other courses of action for us at present. Should you possess any stratagem to bring him low, speak it forthwith!” declared the other voice, its tone sharp with urgency.“Have you all already resolved to meet your deaths?” Aji scoffed, the obsidian blade of his Shadow Sword glinting as he leveled its point at the four figures arrayed before him. “Do not presume that I shall suffer any of you to draw breath a moment longer!” he thundered, each syllable carrying the weight of unyielding resolve.“Damn our fortune! We have chosen the wrong adversary entirely!” one of them gasped, stumbling backward as the air around them crackled with latent power.“It is not that we have chosen ill,” countered a second, their voice steady despite the tremor in their stance, “but rather that our sacred charge commands us to guard the depths of this ancient woodland, and to p

  • The Prohibition of Leaving the Domain

    “My heartfelt thanks, good sir,” Aji spoke, his voice carrying the quiet gravitas of a noble Duke. As he uttered the words, his gaze shifted gracefully to his side, where Ratih now stood—her form poised and serene, a steadfast companion through every trial they had faced.With the fluid agility of one born to the saddle, the handsome Duke vaulted onto his steed’s powerful back and urged the creature forward, its hooves striking the earth with rhythmic purpose as they carved a swift path through the sprawling forest. Rangga and Bargowo had already spurred their own horses ahead, their faces lifted with relief—for the shadow of conflict that had hung over them was now vanquished, and they believed no further peril would bar their way.“By fortune’s grace, I watched over the fray from the highest branches of the ancient oaks,” the hunchbacked elder murmured once Aji and his companions had vanished into the forest’s deepening shadows. “He sensed my presence from the very first clash of st

  • The Poisoned Strike

    “They move with impossible speed!” Bayu shouted, his voice strained as he parried yet another flying sword that came whistling toward his head. The blades seemed endless, arcing through the air in a relentless storm of steel that forced him to stay on constant guard. But defending against the projectiles was only half his burden—two masked figures pressed him from either side, their own swords flashing in quick, precise thrusts that left him with barely a moment to breathe.Across the clearing, Aji pushed his body to its limits, his feet barely touching the ground as he darted between the flying blades that pursued him like vengeful spirits. Each time he evaded a strike, he spun to deliver a counterblow to the two assassins who had closed in on him, their movements coordinated so perfectly they seemed to share a single mind. His muscles burned with exertion, but he did not slow—not when failure would mean death for himself and those he held dear.With a sudden burst of strength, Aji u

  • The Flying Sword Formation

    The two figures stood frozen in stunned silence, their eyes wide with disbelief as their carefully aimed strikes—blows that should have carved deep gashes into their foe’s flesh—slammed against what felt like a wall of solid steel. The impact sent sharp vibrations up their arms, and when they pulled their blades back to strike again, they saw with mounting fury that the edges had been dulled almost to uselessness.It was then that Aji called upon the ancient technique his ancestor had bequeathed to him in a vision, the night he had fallen into a deep slumber after vanquishing Prince Dananjaya’s army. In that dream, his great-grandfather—once a revered Duke of the eastern marches—had shown him the secrets of energy projection, teaching him how to shape his inner power into tangible bolts of force. With barely a thought, Aji unleashed a torrent of these energy strikes, sending them streaking through the air toward all four of his opponents in rapid succession.The four figures clad in b

  • Aji vs The Four Black Butchers

    Fifty strides beyond the village’s outer edge—where the fields of golden rice gave way to wild grasses and scattered shrubs—they found the path the innkeeper had described. Two ancient banyan trees stood like sentinels at its entrance, their massive trunks twisted together in a embrace as old as the land itself, their roots spreading across the earth like gnarled fingers. After a brief conference, they urged their horses into a swift gallop, leaving a thick cloud of dust to dance and swirl in their wake as they vanished into the green distance. Time slipped away like water through their fingers, and two hours passed before the trees began to crowd closer, forming the dark mouth of a forest that seemed to drink the light around it. From the road outside, the woods looked impenetrable—their canopies so dense that only thin shafts of sunlight managed to pierce through, painting shifting patterns of gold and shadow on the ground below. Bargowo’s brow furrowed with d

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