SATRIO.
CH 09

Thinking of Biantara, the corner of Pandji's lips twitched. He is not afraid to face off in a deadly duel in the tournament, but Pandji's readiness is absent. Besides never practicing, Pandji also has no powerful weapons.

Biantara is one of the best students Raden Mas Candika who is also the owner of Hargo Baratan. A place that is quite famous for witchcraft, the ability to control nature and also manipulate the elements of life.

"Bian challenge you at the tournament next month?" ask Elok after being silent for some time.

"You seem close enough to him to know all his schedules." Pandji said monotonously.

Elok frowned resentfully, "I met him while eating at the southern poet Hargo Baratan, he was with Uncle Candika."

The man Elok talked about was also called Pandji by the name of Uncle Temple. One who studied and became a student of his father. They are quite familiar because Uncle Candi married one of his father's close friends from Surabaya, Risa.

Until now, their relationship is still very good even though the owner of Hargo Baratan has finished his study period with Pandji's father. He is now focusing on raising his patriotism.

Pandji heard that witchcraft in Hargo Baratan developed rapidly in the direction of forbidden magic or commonly referred to as dark magic.

His father Pandji often said that there is no such thing as black magic, it all depends on the humans who use it.

However, Pandji had the idea that the sorcery that mentions the name of the devil in his spell could not be categorized in white magic. The reason Pandji thought so simple, he had already read all the magic book collections belonging to his ancestor Abisatya which contained those two types of magic.

His father, who is in fact the holder of the old science of the Ganendra breed, could not dwell when he learned that Pandji inherited the blood of Abisatya, the blood of witches who lost their glory due to unilateral accusations from those who hated him.

So that since then the magic created by the Abisatya family is strictly prohibited from use because it is considered as black flow magic. And Pandji was born gifted in the use of the magic sciences both white and black.

Pandji doesn't stop being curious, he's the master of the library and has read all the books there.

He even found a magic book called 'MATI', an ancient book that was deliberately covered with pictures and titles of old romance novels to hide its existence.

Like life always finds its way, the book 'DEATH' will also find its owner.

It was just that the book could not be read when it was discovered a year ago, the old book was protected with magic. The book could only be read by Abisatya's 17-year-old descendants. That was why Pandji only found a blank sheet with no writing in it.

But Pandji had already secured the book in his room, re-embraced it with the subject title at his school and was ready to read it a few more days after passing his birthday.

"I don't intend to participate in the tournament" said Pandji calmly. But it was just an expression to deceive Elok, to be honest he was annoyed at not being able to avoid that annual martial championship.

Until Pandji must be diligent in training in the patriarchate. Because otherwise, his father would have trained him in the backyard. That's bad, according to Pandji his father cheated and turned so cruel to him during match practice.

"Oh .. It's a pity, meaning Bian will be champion again this year. I don't like it until it happens ...," said Elok sadly.

"You should be proud, that could be a plus in the eyes of your parents."

Elok looked at Pandji with the intention of reprimanding, "He was always bragging, it made me unimpressed. Also ... snobbing."

"Many want to be his girlfriend, doesn't that mean he does have a lot of advantages?"

"I'm not complimenting him, I don't like him at all if you want to know!" sarkas Elok got out of Pandji's car which had stopped in front of his house.

The young girl even lost the courtesy that her family always held in high regard, she did not say thank you or make small talk offering Pandji to just stop by for a while.

Pandji raised his eyebrows slightly and muttered to himself, "Poor you!" (Pity for you!)

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