The Javanese Land Swordsman
Hero's Heart

Invasion by the Londo made the Javanese people suffer. Indigenous men were obliged to work without reward. They must obey all the rules of the invaders.

Not only that, residents are also required to give up some of their produce. The burning village was already a common sight for the rebellious people.

Eventually, the blue lineages intervened. They abandoned the luxury of the kingdom and fought for the people.

Not only men, women also participate in the battle. In fact, the old men were also not inferior to the youths.

Despite having to sacrifice everything, they remained steadfast with confidence. Until the end of life, they continue to fight for the benefit of people who are not even known.

On the contrary, today some of them have become enemies to the people they are trying to save.

This phenomenon of dedemit, makes the bad side of the great hero figures. And now, their generation had to fight back.

The nobles who once protected his people, now turned into assassins.

On a white horse, Nyi Ageng Serang threw a torn flag-adorned spear.

The bang was inevitable, Laras bounced to hit the trees.

“Uhk..! Uhk..! As the rumor goes, Jeanne d'Arc Java is very powerful!”

The barrel jumps onto a tree branch. He took the easiest position to shoot.

“Hhiiaaatt..!” Again Nyi Ageng Serang threw his spear firmly.

Duuaarr...!

Before the weapon came, Laras jumped onto another tree branch. He saw the tree he had just climbed down and destroyed by the spear.

“Herwanted.!” The barrel began aiming with arrows

Duuaarr..!

Nyi Ageng Serang summoned the spear back, then threw it back at Laras. The attack was carried out continuously.

“Gila..! Does he want to destroy this forest?”

The barrel moves on each branch of the tree. He defeated against the hero who used to be meritorious for Mother Earth.

Until in time, the spear Nyi Ageng Serang moves faster than Laras.

Among the smoke, Laras fell in a aiming position with his left hand pulling an arrow. Without hesitation he unleashed an attack.

“Ardadedali.!”

While enduring the pain, Baras moved forward. He pulled out a long, flexible sharp weapon.

Behind the thick smoke, Nyi Ageng Serang greeted him with a shawl. He got off the horse and moved forward.

With a distance of about four meters, there was a duel of magic between them. Barrel with a flexible weapon like rubber, and Nyi Ageng Serang with a shawl that can move freely.

“You remind me of my young self first.!” nyi Ageng Serang.

“Is that? Then why does a hero even become like this?”

“Of course I'm sorry..! I have sacrificed everything.Treasure, family, I lost everything..! Then what do I get..!?”

“Get..? Didn't you do it without wanting anything in return!?”

“I actually don't want anything, but..”.

“...”

“...What is happening now on this land? The people who were fighting, what are they doing? It was like we fought in vain.!”

The barrel did not retaliate for a while, only a wind of force could be felt.

“Despite that.., even so.., they still deserve it, so your fight is not free.!”

“Layak? People who take each other rights that are not their own, are worth fighting for!? The justice of this country is really bad, so it's better to just be ruined!”

“Padahal you first.. Aaarrhhh.!”

The shawl of Nyi Ageng Serang suddenly reached Laras, then shook it into the air.

Not until there, he continued to attack repeatedly with a shawl. Until the barrell fell to the ground.

“You're done?” ask Nyi Ageng Serang.

“Aawhh..! Be..yet, I-I can still fight,” Laras got up with a stagger.

“Then..” Nyi Ageng Serang approached quickly while directing the spear, “mari end this with a close-range duel.”

Ctangs!!

There was a great war between them. With different fighting styles, it creates a fantastic impression when brandishing weapons.

Strong winds due to the pounding of weapons ransacked the leaves around. As if someone was cutting through the bush.

“How does a hero's anger feel? Did you enjoy it? Are you guys happy when we died in vain!?” Nyi Ageng Serang made his opponent cornered. Baras could not retaliate against the attack at all.

“Why...? Why..? Wait for the hero spirit! I will soon free you from the shackles that torment you.!”

“Is it..? Then, try to shoulder all of this..! Ireng Ant Platoon, advance!”

Behind Nyi Ageng Serang, appeared the shadows of the previous people. Not wrong again, they are figures who fight in the land of Java.

“Triangle formation.” The spirits formed a formation and threw at one point above.

At the same time Whispering barrel, “Puspamala..”.

With a hand signal Nyi Ageng Serang said, “...attack!!”

The set of spears became one and turned into something bigger. With a bang the weapon shot into the Barrel.

Wuuzshh.. Duuaarr...!

In front, Nyi Ageng Serang already felt no signs of life. But he was surprised when there were flowers falling among the smoke.

“!?”

On awakening, Laras was already behind him by holding a glowing keris, “...First technique, fall flower.”

“What? No mung-”

Jleeb..

“I told you, I will release you my hero,” Keris Laras stabs her in the back of Nyi Ageng Serang.

Slowly the hero's body fell to the ground, and began to fade with time.

Nyi Ageng Serang at that moment recalled his struggle. All the families who were together, as well as his students who always admired him. Plus, the soldiers who consider themselves a mother.

Beauty and suffering. In his last moment, Nyi Ageng Serang left a smile of happiness.

“Sugeng follow, hopefully your feelings are conveyed.”

Then Laras tried to walk, but it didn't seem like it would last long. He also looked for a tree to lean on.

Actually that last attack had a little bit of success about it. Therefore, for a while the barrel could not move.

....

“Aaarrrgghhh..!”.

Irwan was not at all struggling against a prince in front of him. Blood became an ornament flowing on his skin.

“What is just this? So the guardian of that family his strength is only this limited!?” Prince Mangkuningrat looked down at Irwan who was bent in front of him.

Irwan tried to get up. Looking straight ahead, he strengthened his muscles.

“I.. still...”.

“Hhaahhh.. So disgusting, why don't you just give up? Let me free your suffering.”

“Hhhyyaaa...!!” Irwan approached with his keris.

“Stupid once.”

Ctangs..

Mangkuningrat easily fended off and evaded Irwan's attack. It seems like this is a tough fight.

For someone who does not have a demit, if this is very reasonable. Because his opponent is not random.

“What's up..? Where's your confidence just now? Are you aware of your current standing!?” a haughty smile was plastered on Mangkuningrat's face.

The slightest possibility, Irwan continued to try to launch an attack on him.

“I told you.. Free..!”

Prince Mangkuningrat curled Irwan's stomach, and pushed him backwards.

Then with the rest of the figure of the prince who was also from Yogyakarta was slashing Irwan. A thick, red-colored water spurted from the attack.

“Aaarrrrgghh.”.