Isyana immediately greeted Ki Wicaksono while Candaka only bowed respectfully.
"Grandpa, Yana's friend wants to meet Grandpa, he says it's necessary," Isyana said calmly.
"Sorry Grandpa, I'm Candaka, who wanted to ask Grandpa yesterday," continued Candaka politely.
"You heard yesterday that you want to find your uncle Syailendra, right?" asked Wicaksono again.
“Actually, what relationship do you have with this person named Syailendra. As far as grandpa knew he had no nephews. If I may know your mother's name, what is it, son?"
"My mother's name is Sri Ningsih, grandpa," answered Candaka.
Wicaksono was abysmal when he heard Candaka mention the name of his daughter who had vanished in the Black Mist, long time ago.
"Nooooo ... Impossible ... How could Ningsih still be alive after being engulfed in the Black Mist dozens of years ago? grumbled Wicaksono.
"Grandpa ... Grandpa, why?" asked Isyana slowly.
"It's okay Yana!" Wicaksono tried to calm down.
"Where is your mother now?" inquired Wicaksono.
He couldn't believe that the young man in front of him was his grandson because he didn't think anyone could survive the charge of this village's Black Mist.
"I'm sorry, my mother has died, Grandpa. But before she died, Mother ordered me to have an uncle in Black Mist Village named Syailendra who can explain my dreams, Grandpa," Candaka continued.
Wicaksono was surprised. If it's true that Ningsih is still alive, why doesn't she send her son to meet him, why should she meet her son who is also missing somewhere.
"What was the contents of your dream, if Grandpa may know, maybe Grandpa can help," asked Wicaksono curiously.
"In my dream, Grandpa, I'm a dashing and handsome Swordsman. In my dreams, people call me Dragon Warrior. For me, that's impossible, isn't it, because I'm just an ordinary person!" said Candaka while frowning.
Wicaksono thought hard. Is it true that his grandson is a Dragon Warrior or is this just a lie from the dirty young man in front of him. He wanted to ask a lot, but the most important thing was that he wanted to make sure that Candaka was really the Child of the Dragon who was destined to rule the throne of the kingdom.
"May Grandpa know, do you have a birthmark or not?" he asked to make sure.
"There is Grandpa, it's in my right hand," answered Candaka while showing a blue birthmark on his right arm which had been covered by his shirt.
"It's ugly like a sharp spearhead model, the color is blue again," answered Candaka casually
Wicaksono was stunned and very surprised to see the birthmark on Candaka's arm. Even though he still wasn't sure that this dirty young man was his grandson, he was sure that Candaka was a descendant of a dragon by looking at the shape of his birthmark.
Wicaksono can see the mark on Candaka's hand with his deeper inner eye with his heart, even though he is blind.
"That's the tip of the dragon's tail," he continued after being able to speak again
“That blue birthmark indicates the strongest Dragon ever. A Dragon Warrior with a blue mark can study the entire Dragon Book without getting hurt in the slightest and is destined to be a defender of truth and rule the Kingdom wisely," Wicaksono explained.
“What the hell is this grandpa, there's no way I'm a Dragon Warrior. I just can't do Martial Arts at all, how can I be called a Warrior," said Candaka casually
"Here you see grandfather's birthmark!" Wicaksono showed his white birthmark which was located on the nape of his neck. The shape also resembles a dragon's tail.
"Wow, that means grandfather is also a Dragon Warrior!" shouted Candaka
“Ssssttt, don't scream. No one should know if you and your grandfather are descendants of dragons," whispered Wicaksono, who started to act strangely.
"Why can't Grandpa?" asked Candaka again.
"Later, Grandpa, explain why no one should know the identity of your Dragon too!"
"It's starting at night, it's better for you to stay here instead of meeting the Black Mist on the way home," said Wicaksono again.
Candaka didn't ask again because he knew that this would make Ki Wicaksono upset and angry. He just followed Wicaksono into the house. Inside, Gayatri's delicious food is already served. They also joked and joked and for a moment forgot about the Dragon Warrior problem.

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Candaka was still fast asleep without knowing that Gayatri had disappeared from the Forbidden Forest that he was going to visit. This young man had another dream about the clues to the whereabouts of the Dragon Book after a long time he had had dreams concerning the Black Dragon and his organization.The young man woke up in a vast meadow in the middle of the hot sun shining on his body. “Where am I now? Hopefully, this isn’t a dream about the Black Dragon’s evil plan in the Warrior Tournament again. Or am I not dreaming right now?, he thoughtHe slowly opened his eyes which were still dazzled by the hot sun. He saw a towering mountain in front of him. This mountain had a slope curve that resembled three fingers. Candaka was familiar with this mountain because he had often seen it when he was in the Black Mist Village. “Am I at the foot of the Three Fingers Mountains now? But why is there a vast meadow at the foot of this mountain?”Candaka tried to stand up so he could see his surrou
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Suddenly there was the sound of two powerful weapons colliding. Gayatri's stick seemed to be thrown out of her hand. This girl couldn't understand what had just happened to her. Why was her weapon thrown out so easily even though this girl was helpless? What happened? For a moment, this girl was stunned because she couldn't believe what had happened to her.What she saw shocked her even more. Isyana stood in front of her with an icy face grinning at her. This girl's right hand was holding a black steel sword. There was no mistake, it was the Demon Sword that was said to have disappeared years ago. It turned out that Isyana was the Demon Swordsman who had shocked the martial arts world.Isyana, who had previously seemed helpless, stood proudly. It didn't seem like she had ever been seriously injured by Gayatri's attack. Slowly this girl began to remember her past which she had never expected.The new sword moves she begins to remember one by one. Was this the Demon Sword move that this
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Isyana looked at the young man she had once loved. She wanted to hug him to express her love for him. But the incident of this young man with the girl she already considered her sister made her hurt. He did not expect that this innocent young man who made his heart interested was not as innocent as he showed.The pain in her heart made the darkness that her mother had desperately prevented from appearing free to overtake her. Her body became as cold as ice. There was no longer any sense of happiness within her. Only the darkness continued to overcome her.Her gaze continued to wander towards this young man who seemed to be misbehaving. “You cheater...I desperately maintained my jolly condition so that I could always be with you Candaka...But it turns out you like another girl that I never expected. I'd better go back to being my old self again”This young man greeted her as if he didn't feel guilty. He wanted to kill this young man to make him stiff as ice and then smash him, but he h
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Candaka felt an icy chill pierce through him as he approached Isyana. The girl he once knew—helpful and cheerful—now stood before him, draped in a flowing black garment that accentuated her eerie demeanor. “What happened to Isyana? Why has she changed so drastically since the last time I saw her?” Candaka wondered, anxiety tightening his chest.“Isyana…” Candaka said, his voice barely above a whisper, shocked by her transformation. The girl—once a beacon of warmth—was now silent, her expression as cold as the winter night. Her piercing gaze felt like a knife, sending a shiver down Candaka’s spine. He could hardly comprehend the oppressive chill that seemed to emanate from her. “Why do I feel so cold? I was fine before entering this room. Could it be connected to Isyana?” Candaka’s mind raced, grappling with confusion over her distant demeanor.After two weeks apart, he had expected at least a smile or a greeting, but she only stood there, eyes fixed on him with a predatory intensity,
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Candaka lay sprawled on the arena floor, his body heavy and unresponsive. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to rise; the impact of Moghul's blow had left him completely incapacitated. The giant had used only half of his strength to strike Candaka’s chest, yet it felt as if he had been struck by a mountain. I underestimated the other warriors. I must learn humility and absorb their teachings, Candaka thought, a mix of regret and determination swirling within him.As he lay there, he noticed several officials entering the arena, preparing to carry him away on a stretcher to a treatment room that Moghul ominously referred to as a "special room." Why did that giant hit me so hard? Is it possible he wants me conscious while they siphon my chi? The thought gnawed at him like a hungry rat.With every jolt as they transported him, Candaka felt a flicker of anxiety grows within him. The cold, sterile atmosphere of the hallway offered no comfort. After being placed on the bed in the secluded room,
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