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    Introducing Indonesian Martial Arts Stories

    S.H. Mintardja

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    • Chapter 8: The Phantom Duel Cover
      by S.H. Mintardja The man who had appeared was indeed the Hawk of Jalatunda. The youth cursed relentlessly as he finally caught up to Agung Sedayu’s horse—only to find it riderless. “Damn it!” he growled. “Where are you hiding, you slippery rabbit?” With eyes burning with fury, he spun his horse around. In his calculation, Sedayu could not have gone far—surely, he was still lurking nearby. As the Hawk retraced his steps, his heart pounded harder when he spotted a horse standing quietly in the path. A…
    • Chapter 7: The Man in the Mask Cover
      by S.H. Mintardja “Hey, answer me!” came the voice again—deep and commanding. “Who’s there? If you mean no harm, then show yourself. If not, prepare yourself—we’ll settle this with force.” Agung Sedayu was frozen stiff. He couldn’t move a muscle, trembling from head to toe, yet unable to utter a single word. “So be it,” the voice rang out again. “You refuse to show yourself. Then whoever you are, I will not fear you. Ready yourself, we shall test our strength.” Sedayu heard the rider…
    • Chapter 6: The Search Cover
      by S.H. Mintardja In the left sentong, Ki Tanu Metir quickly cleared away the pile of harvested rice stalks. Gently, he helped Untara lower himself into a large woven basket. “Curl up in there, my boy,” he whispered. “And try to breathe as best you can.” Untara growled softly, pained by both the movement and the shame. But he understood. Perhaps this was the only way to save both himself and the old man. If his wound healed in a few days, he would return and deal with the Hawk of Jalatunda properly. Ki Tanu…
    • Chapter 5: Hiding Cover
      by S.H. Mintardja Slowly, Sedayu rose to his feet. His legs could barely hold his weight, yet he was more afraid of his brother than of the darkness outside—or the haunted bend near the randu alas. The fear pressed so tightly on his chest that it surpassed his terror of the night itself. Even though it felt like his soul had already left his body, Sedayu walked toward the door. Ki Tanu Metir stepped before him and opened it. As the old man did so, he heard the boy choke down his sobs. “Place your soul and body in…
    • Chapter 4: A Visit To Ki Tanu Cover
      by S.H. Mintardja Suddenly, they halted. A rustle in the underbrush caught their ears. Sedayu’s already shrinking courage nearly vanished. In a trembling whisper, he asked, "Brother, did you hear something?" Untara nodded. But he could not act. His body was too weak. All he could do was surrender himself to the mercy of fate. Then Untara lifted his head. "That’s no human step," he murmured. "Nor a prowling beast. Did you hear it? A horse neighing?" "Yes," Sedayu breathed. Untara whistled, sharp and clear.…
    • Chapter 3: The Road to Pakuwon Cover
      by S.H. Mintardja Fortunately, Untara saw the knife. He aborted his strike and dropped low once more, spinning his body just in time to avoid the flying blade. Indeed, a man’s fate is often shaped by powers beyond his reach. The knife, swift as a lightning bolt, whistled past Untara’s side. But then—a muffled cry. The lean man, the one whose leg had been shattered earlier, twisted suddenly on the ground. He raised his head weakly, his eyes wide with disbelief. Then, slowly, his face fell slack. The knife had…
    • Chapter 2: The Coward and The Warrior Cover
      by S.H. Mintardja “Untara…” the young man muttered under his breath. He asked nothing more, but an odd sensation stirred in his chest. He had once fought beside his comrades against Pajang soldiers led by none other than Untara himself. How he had admired that mighty warrior from afar! And now, that very man stood before him. His heart trembled. Yet still, he had to fight. With his three companions by his side, surely they could fell even such a revered man. Untara understood well: his foes meant to kill him and…
    • Chapter 1: The Night Mission Cover
      by S.H. Mintardja Thunder cracked across the heavens, shaking the slopes of Mount Merapi with each deafening roar. Rain poured in torrents, drenching the earth as if the sky itself had split apart. Within a humble hut, Agung Sedayu shivered upon a bamboo platform. His face was pale, his body trembling—not only from the cold, but from the dread that hung thick in the air. "I must go," came the quiet but resolute voice of his elder brother, Untara. Sedayu raised his head, his voice quivering. "Please, don’t go…
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