SATRIO.
CH 11

The cloudless blue sky slowly turned reddish, indicating dusk had arrived. Pandji looked up and ended his training with a feeling of dissatisfaction. He came late so it was not the maximum use of the available time.

His determination began to round after seeing Biantara at his little friend's house earlier, Pandji did not want to look ridiculous when facing Bian in the tournament. Even though he didn't win at least Pandji wasn't too embarrassing.

Actually Pandji does not think of winning or losing, he does not care about the title of champion or champion that will be pinned for him. What Pandji cares about is his mother, she is unable to resist whatever the person who gave birth to her commands. Pandji does not want Mother to be sad or embarrassed if she is not serious in participating in the intercollegiate martial arts championship that will take place.

"Pakde .. I forgot to bring a drink," said Pandji politely, asking the court administrator for water to release his thirst.

The man whom Pandji called Pakde Noto rushed to give him one big glass of water, "Monggo!" (Please!)

After finishing his drink Pandji asked, "Has all the invitations been spread out, Pakde?"

"There have been 32 knights who registered, Mas. If there are any extras, maybe only three. In the past year there have only been three new colleges, we have also invited them."

The general category that Pandji will follow is limited to at least 17 years old and 27 years old at most. While other rules related to the competition will be announced during technical meetings, which is two days before the tournament is held.

Ganendra's son is the host for the big event held this year, therefore Pandji can't help but care because this patriotism is his despite him handing over all stewardship to Pakde Noto.

Putting on a dissatisfied face Pandji asked, "What is the welcoming party of the participants done here, Pakde?"

"No, Mas Pandji's mother said her show was at home, because all of you will be celebrating Mas Pandji's 17th birthday" the middle-aged man replied softly.

Pandji who was feeling surprised pinched his forehead, with a headache expression he cursed inwardly.

In Pandji's shadow, meeting all the participants is not a fun thing. For him, spending time in the library or practicing alone in his room was much more useful than attending such social events.

"Didn't you say anything about guns, sirde? Do I have to fight those who hold heirlooms with empty hands during the tournament?" pandji was concerned about himself.

"He just said Mas Pandji would be ready to fight at any time."

Daddy's! Too!

With the disappointed look of Pandji saying goodbye to the head of the court, it was dark when he left the training ground. Many things were being thought of by him, one of them was to get an heirloom weapon as soon as possible.

Pandji is unlikely to fight Biantara with his bare hands, even though he mastered two-element magic well, it would still be even better if he also had additional weapons.

Thinking of Damar Jati and Asih Jati, the corner of Pandji's lips lifted. His creative brain runs fast, if his father used to be able to turn his mother's cundrik into a talisman that shackles his power for 10 years, he would be able to turn the couple into two swords.

Tonight, Pandji will apologize to his father. Next he will persuade the man who yesterday beat him during the exercise to give up the heirloom of the bride he once refused.

By turning keris into a sword, I will not look old-fashioned! I'll look cool when I stand up to Biantara later hehehe ….

Pandji imagines the Knight of Two Swords in his favorite anime being himself.

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