22 Results with the "Fantasy" genre
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Chapter 9: The Mark of 212
"Why are you so surprised?" asked the old crone, Sinto Gendeng. "Are you scared?" "Eyang… you're going to injure me again?" Wiro asked cautiously, body tense and ready. But the old woman only let out another shrill, manic laugh and stepped back seven paces. "Close your eyes, Wiro!" she commanded. "But… what are you going to do—" "Eeek! You little monkey! I said close your eyes, not ask questions! Now do it!" Wiro reluctantly obeyed. His eyelids lowered, but not tightly…-
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Chapter 8: The Last Lesson
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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Chapter 7: Three Deadly Strikes
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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Chapter 6: The Axe
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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The young man walked on under the blazing sun of the dry season, muttering to himself.“If Rara Murni truly is the younger sister of the King of Pajajaran… then her kidnapping must have a great cause behind it, with consequences that will stretch far and wide!” He tilted his head up at the sky.“Ah… how quickly the sun has shifted…” he sighed. Not long after, he crossed paths with a vegetable seller. “Uncle, which way leads to the Limanaluk Valley?” the youth asked. The seller…
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No sooner had Kalasrenggi left the ruined hut than the youth who had been struck and kicked suddenly leapt to his feet. He strode back beneath the leaky roof, wiping rainwater and mud from his face. His clothes were smeared and filthy. He patted his left hip, still sore from Kalasrenggi’s kick. “Damn it! That monkey’s kick really hurt!” he cursed aloud. “One of these days I’ll repay his… hospitality!” The truth was, when Werku Alit had struck him with that deadly finger jab, the youth…
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The man walked through the winding corridors at the back of the palace with his head lowered. From time to time he passed guards. None of them stopped or questioned him, for they all knew this man was Udayana, attendant to Prabu Kamandaka. All matters of the king’s household were under his care. At the great back door of the palace, Udayana paused, then crossed a small courtyard and entered the doorway of a finely built smaller house. Here, two guards crossed their spears to bar him. “I wish to…
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In those days, the Kingdom of Pajajaran had yet to stretch its power widely across West Java. Relations with the Sultanate of Banten along the northern coast remained cordial; no disputes had yet arisen. Under the rule of Prabu Kamandaka, the realm prospered in peace, and its people lived in abundance. But in this world, there are always those of rotten heart—men who cannot bear to see others happy, who choke on another’s fortune, who gnash their teeth at another’s power and hunger to seize it for…
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“Aha… so it turns out to be a lovely young lady! No wonder you were too shy to show yourself!” Wiro Sableng laughed broadly. One glance at the purple robes and he immediately recognized her as the disciple of the Old Drunken Immortal. “Beautiful girl, why have you been tailing me all the way from the hillside to that cliff of death?” he asked. Anggini, the purple-clad maiden, said nothing. Her face flushed red, caught between embarrassment and annoyance. Wiro laughed again. “Perhaps…
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“Ho ho ho... Where do you think you're going?!” Bladra Wikuyana roared. “I told you already—once you step into this place, you'll leave your life behind!” Wiro Sableng didn’t respond. If there were ten evil men as powerful as this Bladra Wikuyana in the world, surely the earth would descend into chaos. As the foe lunged again, Wiro met the assault with his signature technique—Fortress Tornado Sweeping the Ocean. For a moment, the blows from Bladra’s staff were parried. Wiro seized…
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