The gatotkaca 2050
The Test of the Hermit

The search for Kunta Wijaya's powerful weapon is not easy, the heirlooms of the gods are located very far in the Bajubarat forest. Many obstacles and obstacles are blocking Arjuna and Eagle in looking for him.

By the time they had to be faced with a four-branched path, suddenly appeared a black starling bird that landed right on one of the paths.

“We're there!” point the Eagle on the path occupied by the black starling.

Arjuna shook his head, gesturing disapprovingly. “Black starling, the marker is not good,” murmured.

“Not, he is a road marker. In my day, if a mountaineer gets lost, they will find a black starling that will show you the way.” The eagle tried to explain while convincing Arjuna.

The handsome knight was silent for a moment, he looked at the three intersections before him. He thinks hard. “One way behind is the entrance way, one way on the right, there is a black starling. The other two roads are non-existent. Hmmm...” murmured in the heart. He nodded slowly, then his head turned towards the road where the black starling bird pecking at the ground was. “Alright, we're through there,” he said pointing to the road where the black starling was.

After deciding the road they were going to take, the two ran down a road that was sometimes covered by grass. But it looks very clear that it is a path commonly traversed by animals.

After nearly fifteen minutes of running, the road in front of them seemed to widen. The more you go inside, the more visible there is a field ahead there.

The eagle set his breath panting, only this time he dived for that long again. While still practicing parkour, he was very routine to run, even several times to become a finisher for the 10-kilo run event held by many organizers.

The disheveled-haired man lowered his body, his arms resting on his knees. His lungs were hot, like there was a burning fire. He tried to set the rhythm of his breathing to return to normal. While Arjuna stared in amazement at the sight before him, a castle with marble walls. The lake that surrounds the castle gives the impression of life, because the water trees there live with green and beautiful.

“We reached the hermit's place,” said Arjuna in amazement.

After his breathing rhythm returned to normal, the Eagle took out a camera from inside his bag, he took a picture of the castle he saw. In front of the castle is Arjuna who is turning his back to the camera.

“Building a castle this good, definitely not a random person.” While putting the camera back in his bag, the Eagle tried to deduce.

“Come, quick!” Arjuna ran back to the castle door.

“Hah? Any more? Can't rest yet?” grumbled the Eagle, but then he ran after Arjuna in the back.

The hermit was sitting cross-legged in a room, he closed his eyes. His mouth was like he was casting a spell, his fingers moved alternately between the index fingers until his pinky touched the thumb. The opposite is true when you get to the pinky.

Arjuna slowly stepped into the room, intending not to disturb the hermit. While the Eagle, waiting in the hallway of the castle near the stairs.

“What is your goal to take Kunta Wijaya, O Knight?”

Hearing a voice that came out of nowhere, Arjuna was shocked. He looked around, looking for the origin of the sound. For the hermit before him never once saw him speak.

“A—I need it.” Arjuna then knelt down, his body trembling as he answered the question asked.

The hermit opened his eyes, then he jumped to attack Arjuna. But not yet hit his body, Arjuna rolled away.

Seeing Arjuna being attacked, the Eagle tries to help. He ran towards the door of the room. His body suddenly bounced, like there was a force that crashed into his body when it was about to cross the line of the door.

Arjuna got up, so did the white-haired hermit with the same colored beard as his hair. He jumped again trying to attack Arjuna, but again the knight of Astina managed to twitch. He tried to stomp his left hand to bring out his inner arc of power, but it was all in vain as if that power had never existed in him.

“All the knowledge you have does not apply here, ngger. Only the toughness in your heart can save you,” said the old hermit.

Although he looked like an old man, but the strength of the hermit was incredible. He can bounce Arjuna with just one punch that looks slow.

The eagle continued to try to pass through the invisible wall that blocked him, in front of him he watched Arjuna being beaten. He tried to slash his sword to destroy the invisible bulkhead, but his efforts were in vain.

Until in the end, the old hermit tried to pounce on Arjuna with both hands in front. The knight followed the Eagle's movements while fighting the wolves in the Bajubarat forest. He laid down his body with his legs folded, as soon as the hermit was on it, a fist from Arjuna landed right into the jaw of the hermit.

The old man fell down, he groaned in pain. But before long, for a little while later the old hermit stood up again.

Arjuna's feet again put up the horses, he prepared to dispel the incoming attack. Whatever the risk, he must defend or attack.

There was no attack from the old hermit, he walked around Arjuna whose body was already full because of his attacks. He walked not in his rough body, but in a spirit that was momentarily expended to look into the heart of the knight who was his opponent.

Arjuna only saw the body of the hermit silent before him, but did not know that he was actually being noticed by the subtle figure of the old hermit. Soon, he returned to his body

“I already know your purpose of wanting Kunta Wijaya.” The ascetic goes like nothing happened. He crossed his arms back. “Down your horses, you want the weapon not for yourself.”

The handsome knight stood upright, he no longer put up the horses. Both of his palms were affixed, greeting the hermit. “My salute, hermit. My arrival here is a messenger from the god Vishnu, I do not intend to master the weapon. But for the survival of my baby brother whose body is wrapped around the umbilical cord.”

The old hermit simply nodded, he then went cross-legged in front of Arjuna. “The sincerity of your heart entitles you to the divine heirloom, Kunta Wijaya.” After speaking, there was smoke billowing around the hermit. Thick smoke covered it, but not for long. When the smoke disappeared, the old hermit disappeared. His body turned into a dagger with an extremely powerful energy.

Arjuna took the keris, then pinned it into the winding of the cloth on top of his pants. Once out of the room where he and the hermit fought earlier, the wounds on his body instantly healed and disappeared like they had never been hurt.

“Come, we go back to Astina,” invite him to the Eagle who is still confused to see the wound on Arjuna's body recover quickly.