SATRIO.
CH 05

Towards midnight, Pandji brought two katanas of wood he used for training to the backyard. Rather than a courtyard, the place looked more like an outdoor playground and sports.

He was surprised because there were already some people waiting for the match practice between the child and the father. His mother sat with Giandra and Mika on the sidelines of the futsal field, Raksa attended and watched the field from near the pendopo.

Atika was busy preparing drinks and snacks, the daughter of the courtier named Mbak Nuri was only two years older than Pandji. Atika sat with Pandji's old great-grandfather in the pendopo, facing towards the field.

Isn't this too much? Is this match practice some kind of entertainment for them?

Pandji complained in his heart, why has no one been sleeping? He continued his steps towards the middle of the field, standing at one corner of the field with the two wooden katanas he still held carelessly. He hasn't seen his father at the training ground.

Glancing at his family who were chatting while snacking and staring at him, Pandji frowned and felt depressed, unbelievable.

Again, this is not a party!

His father appeared and stood opposite Pandji at a distance of 10 meters.

"Are you ready, Mom?" Ask her father with a faint smile.

"What does this mean, Dad? Why are you wearing real guns?" Sarkas Pandji was astonished, he only carried two katanas out of wood while his father carried his beloved dragon spear. A rare lucky artifact passed down by generations from its ancestors.

"Wood weapons are only used for children under the age of 15, that's tournament regulation this year."

"But Pandji doesn't have a weapon capable of matching that spear, Dad!"

Pandji feels cheated by his father, rather than this exercise it makes more sense to call the fight of life and death.

"You keep rejecting the couple's heirloom you gave me, so if you don't have a gun. ..it's your own fault!"

Pandji pias's face and angrily heard his father's words, "The heirloom's not at all dad's cool, old-fashioned .. Pandji isn't fit to use such old-fashioned heirlooms!"

"Wow .. if Damar Jati and his wife hear your comments, I don't know if they'll be with you any more!"

"Jeez .. They're just heirloom spirits, Dad!"

Pandji's father turned his spear until his rustling sound filled the backyard. Those who watched spontaneously widened their eyes due to the seriousness of the spear owner in challenging his son's duel.

"Can Pandji borrow it, Dad?"

"No.. This is private property" Pandji's father replied with a funny grin.

"What if Pandji buys it from Dad?"

"Hehehe .. You are indeed rich, but this spear is definitely not for sale, Mas!"

Pandji's mother only gave a smile hearing the negotiation of the son and father in front of her. Unlike the youngest daughter Gia who is very tense fear that her beloved sister will be injured by her father.

Pandji emotionally ran with two katanas towards his father, attacking with a slash full of energy. Trying to split his father in two.

"Capture your anger, Mum!" His father said while dodging every attack of Pandji by jumping agilely. "Give me all your abilities!"

Pandji nimbly returned to chopping and stabbing even though his wooden katana still did not touch his father's clothes. "Don't dodge, Dad!"

"You haven't been able enough to make me have to avenge your attack" the father replied casually.

PLAQUES

Pandji dropped a katana because his father slapped the back of his hand as it twitched from the slash that led to his neck.

"Lumayan!"

Pandji growled in annoyance, he felt defeated by his own father. The words he heard just now hurt his pride.

Absolutely outrageous, I'm your son, Dad! And I still haven't lost!

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