Rama and the Lost Art of Martialism
Three Bula Passed

In the middle of a blazing afternoon, Rama and his teacher stood in a vast field. The sun shone on them with a bright light, creating long shadows in the arid land. Rama holds his sword with a strong determination, preparing to hone his skills.

"Ready, teacher?" rama asked, taking the horses.

The teacher replied, "Yes, attack me whenever you want, Rama!" reply while riding.

Draven his teacher, one of the mighty fourteen, guided Rama patiently.

"A! rama's shout attacked his teacher.

The two of them exchanged attacks and learned new techniques. The breeze whispered in their ears, giving off a hint of coolness under the hot sun.

In the midst of their training, Rama felt his spirit flaring. He knew that this preparation was the key to protecting his friends.

"Look, they're almost balanced" Isabella said.

Renia, Nyx and April could only giggle in awe, seeing the development of Rama in this fast period of time.

For three months now, Alter Rama has not shown himself back. During this time, Rama's abilities have improved thanks to the training given by his teacher, Draven Darkheart.

"Earth magic: Earth protector!" rama shouted with his nurse.

Rama is aware that the ability of the ground to withstand attacks is much better than other elements. That was the reason why, he decided to further hone the abilities of this element of his land.

Draven then ran and swung his sword at the shield. "Hard!" said Draven's admiration in his heart.

Seeing the gap, Rama immediately came out and attacked his teacher using his sword slash. "Feel this …!"

But experience never lies. His teacher could easily reverse the attack using wind magic. "Wind magic: Throw!"

Rama immediately crashed and lost in the hands of his teacher. Renia then came to stop the exercise they were doing. "It's time, time to rest" he said.

April then gives provisions to Draven and also Rama. "Thank you good boy" Draven said with a smile. "Thank you, April!" Rama added.

April then smiled and looked happy to be praised by the two.

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Rama then tasted the cake made by his friends, his tongue felt made to sway and endlessly chew the cake. "Don't kid!" that is the word that always comes from his mouth.

"You know, this cake was made by April, loh .. "reply Isabella with a sweet smile.

"Is that true, April?" ask Rama.

April then nodded her head, a sign that it was indeed a cake made by her. "Well, you're great!" rama said while stroking April's head.

Seeing this made Draven's heart full, he felt sorry for the current state of April. "Pity April, I can't bear to see her condition, "he said in his heart.

Yes, April has limitations where she has problems with her vocal cords. This caused him to be unable to say anything at all.

Sometimes during the day, Draven sees April falling asleep on the couch. His heart riled when he saw the little angel sleeping, he always remembered his dead son.

Secretly at night, Draven always concocted various kinds of medicinal herbs so that April's condition returned to its original state. "I hope this remedy works, "draven said so optimistically.

Unbeknownst to others, Draven always put his concoction into the food or drink that April will consume, but all of it was in vain because Draven knew it was impossible to cure April.

Although the odds are one percent, Draven still hopes for a miracle, he continues the secret mission. "April .. I hope ... you can get well soon," he said, looking towards April.

Rama himself was happy, this was the moment he had always wanted. He never got affection from anyone while still in the modern world. The only person who always paid attention to him, none other than Hani the extracurricular leader of pencak silat. However, his attention is not enough, he wants to be loved, he wants to be pitied and he wants to be relied upon.

"I hope, moments like this will never go away. I want, you all stay by my side" Rama said with hope.

But, He did not know of the danger that would soon befall him someday. The danger that could be, took the lives of those who loved him at this time.

"Bring the head of that boy named Rama!"

"He's a big deal carrier!" strict orders of the Skyline king.

"Okay, King. I assure you, that the boy's head will come up and hang over your oversized robe . " Falconor replied with a wicked smile.

_Connected.