Bastian Tito
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The tavern was rather large, but at that hour, only a few patrons were present. Wiro Sableng swallowed his saliva. He didn’t have much money, but his stomach burned with hunger, and his throat was dry. Finally, unable to resist, he stepped inside. He sat down in one corner. The chairs and tables were coated in dust, but Wiro, the long-haired youth, made himself comfortable without a care in the world. A gray-haired old man shuffled over—it was the owner of the tavern. “Looking to eat, young…-
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But Eyang Sinto Gendeng did not strike. Instead, the grandmaster simply leapt into the guava tree and settled back onto the same branch she had perched on before. “Very good, Wiro... Very good,” she said, her face turned firmly eastward. “All these years I’ve trained you atop Mount Gede... and you did not disappoint me.” Then she laughed, long and shrill like a crazed bird at dawn. As her laughter died away, she sang once more—yes, that same eerie song that had stirred Wiro’s heart…
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Sinto Gendeng, lunged forward with blinding speed. The massive double-bladed axe in her right hand slashed left and right in a frenzied motion. This was the Madwoman Swatting Flies technique. Wiro had practiced this move before with only a kris blade—and even then, the technique had proven formidable. But now, its original creator was wielding it herself, and with a weapon far more terrifying than a mere dagger. The result? Pure devastation. The axe blurred, flashing so fast it was barely visible. A…
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For all the strange years Wiro Saksana had spent on the peak of Mount Gede with his eccentric master, never once had he heard Eyang Sinto Gendeng sing. But that day, under the sharp sky and wind-whipped silence, she sang—and the words stirred something deep within him. The tune was off-key, the voice aged and quivering, but the lyrics carved their way into Wiro’s heart like the tip of a dagger. "Seventeen years have passed," she sang. "And the mountaintop remains the same. The sky is still blue.…
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It was almost unbelievable. At the blistering peak of Mount Gede—a place thought to be lifeless and abandoned—echoed the peals of human laughter. Sharp, shrill bursts rang through the air, sometimes replaced by fierce scolding, then again by a wild, loud and boisterous laugh. Clearly, two people were atop the mountain that scorching noon—locked in a duel of terrifying power. A duel… of laughter? One of them was a shriveled, black-skinned old woman in all-black robes. Her skin clung to her…
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“You insolent cur! Today, I’ll send you straight to your grave!”Mahesa Birawa roared as he raised his left arm to block his opponent’s strike. A thunderous clap echoed as their arms collided. Ranaweleng was flung backward while Mahesa Birawa only staggered a few steps. A red welt bloomed on Ranaweleng’s arm where the clash occurred, and he gritted his teeth to contain the pain. He knew it now—his inner strength was no match for his opponent's. Despite mastering the pinnacle of lightness…
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Mahesa Birawa—also known as Suranyali—snapped his eyes open from his shallow sleep the moment he heard the pounding of horse hooves entering the courtyard. He rose swiftly and strode to the front door. His wide-open eyes now bulged in shock. He leapt down to the ground. “What happened to you two?!” he bellowed. The question was almost a roar. The two horses came to a stop. The riders, Kalingundil and Saksoko, dismounted slowly. Their bodies were full of blood. Both of their faces were deathly…
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They both pulled their horses to a stop before an old man who was pulling weeds in the yard. Without dismounting, Kalingundil barked harshly, "Is this Ranaweleng’s house?!" The old man slowly standing, it was clear that his body was short and hunched. He tilted his head up and pushed back the bamboo hat that covered his brow to see who had spoken to him. He didn’t answer right away, instead casting a glance at Saksoko, who sat atop his horse to Kalingundil’s right. “Stupid old fool!”…
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"This...!" growled the thick-mustached man with a rough voice. "Give it to him! I want his answer today, Kalingundil! Do you hear me?!" The man called Kalingundil nodded. He took the letter being handed to him. "If he runs his mouth too much..." said the thick-mustached man again, "just take care of it. Go now. Bring Saksoko if you have to!" Kalingundil stood and left the room. Once he vanished behind the door then Suranyali, the thick-mustached man, began to mutter darkly to himself. "That…
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