SATRIO.
CH 85'S

Pakde Noto was busy teaching new students in the court of Putra Ganendra, Pandji won the martial competition the other day brought blessings to him. Making the middle-aged man was overworked and had to waste extra energy on education for those who had just joined.

His tired face immediately sumringah when Pandji arrived, "Mas Pandji .. monggo directly to the pendopo!"

"Pandji wants to see the boys practice first Pakde," Pandji refused subtly.

Pandji walks next to Pakde Noto followed by Mika, Aswanta and two young strangers who have just become friends, Tirta and Mahesa.

The sound of wood and metal clashing sounded from the sword practice site. While the small explosions came from students who studied witchcraft.

Pandji, who had some time off from teaching because he had run out of time to take care of the migration of magical animals from other dimensions to the real world, felt a little guilty.

"Can I borrow two pairs of wooden swords, Pakde? I miss learning with the kids" Pandji pinta.

Pakde Noto asked his assistant to get Pandji's sword.

Pandji threw two wooden swords towards Tirta and two were given to Mahesa. "You studied with Aswanta first huh?!"

"Murid is ready, Supreme Master!" Tirta bowed to the handsome young man who instantly gnashed his molars.

"Come ... Let's go to the training ground!" take Aswanta to his new friends. His heart was pleased to see Pandji's exasperated expression as Tirta flattered excessively.

"Good, Teacher!" sahut Tirta while courteous to Aswanta.

Seeing that, the corner of Pandji seedlings twitched. It was unexpected that the silly young man so adored himself and Aswanta.

Aswanta looked at the stagnant Tirta, "Once again you call me teacher ..," Aswanta threatened in a sadistic tone. His wooden sword was likened to slitting his own throat.

Tirta nodded in fear, he and Mahesa followed Aswanta, mingling with the others inside the sword practice arena. While Pandji goes towards the students learning magic.

Pandji smiled widely to find his students studying in earnest despite being guided by Pakde Noto's son.

The handsome young man entered into the location and instantly cast a spell. His position in the middle of the exercise group became the center of attention of all eyes.

"I'm glad you guys are still actively studying .. I'm also seriously trying to get to where you can go" Pandji exclaimed in a cold voice.

The air heated up instantly, all the magic disciples cast a spell .. prepared to be on standby against something. Before long a thunderous sound rang out deafeningly, one huge lightning bolt descended from space.

Raining thunderbolts in the area practicing magic was inevitable, red hot lightning struck every disciple who was in one arena with Pandji.

The result ... Some of his students fainted, some still stood with pale faces like they had no blood.

Pandji was still stretching out his hands, cooling the atmosphere and giving firm orders. "Stabilize your breathing!"

Simultaneously, the disciple who did not fall unconscious took a seat cross-legged and began breathing exercises.

"Hm .. not bad!" muttered Pandji pleased. The red lightning from Father Guru that Pandji practiced with half his inner strength was still too strong for his students to hold back.

Pakde Noto who accompanied Pandji bought eyes, "Red Driver Knight Ganendra?"

"What's up, Pakde?" pandji asked with a stagnant face. His smile disappeared hearing his magic style was mentioned in full Pakde Noto.

"I think it's just a legend, because in the history of Ganendra only a few people are able to master it. That move requires a special body to be able to fuse." Pakde Noto did not stop observing Pandji from top to bottom.

"Oh ...," answered Pandji indifferently.

"Where did Mas Pandji get that knowledge?" ask Pakde Noto curious.

"People who call me ancestors, sirde! Father Master calls him!"

"Huh?" Pakde Noto rubbed his drool that was about to fall. "He had never come specifically to meet his descendants. It's said that the guy is so arrogant."

"Kok Pakde knows?"

"As a courtier of the Ganendra breed, Pakde also gets hereditary stories from each generation. It's just that Father Master is the most extraordinary among all the Knights of Ganendra," explained Pakde Noto.

Pandji simply replied in a monotonous tone, "Oh that's it?!"

Seeing the mediocre expression on Pandji's face, Pakde Noto felt depressed and could only mutter softly while shaking his head lightly. "That's the response? Ganendra's descendants are indeed .. a little bit disgraceful!"

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