The Master Of World
Insult

Door gap open dimension. The road to a remote village. Enkai let out a rough sigh, kneeling his own temple."Why this place?" tanyakanya.

"It's true, this is the place. According to the vlog, about Arata few people know about it." Arashi.

Kairi slightly glanced, sighing many times."You're looking for a site that talks about superstitions..."

"Some of it may be reality. Arata really does exist, doesn't he?" The mouth of Arashi nagged.

Three people who entered the village. Not so many people in sight. Truly a remote village at the foot of a mountain. Several times they asked about the temple. But no one knows.

In the end, they asked an old man."This temple? It's on the hill! Don't pray there. The temple belongs to the devil.".

"Courtesy of the devil!?" Kairi Gumam. They glanced at each other, wanting to continue on the journey looking for information about Arata but hesitated.

"Thank you..." That's just a word from Enkai. Walked past the old man.

"Do we continue?" tanya Arashi hesitated.

"It's the only information, right? White day is near..." Strange answer from Enkai.

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Walk far enough, really far away. Only the stairs that I don't know how many steps are visible. With a big red pillar like a gate.

"If Arata is a temple god, then he cannot be found. Can only ask Miko the temple guard." Enkai sighed many times swallowing his own saliva.

"This is the only way." Arashi followed her breath. Three people eventually climbed the stairs to the temple.

The stairs are really high. The temple was visible, probably after they climbed hundreds of steps. A completely clean temple. Unlike their shadows, the abandoned dirty temple. But as the villagers said, there were no people there.

The voice of someone speaking sounded. In the end they walked to the back of the temple area, looking for the origin of the sound. One family became the Miko in this temple. It consisted of an old man, a middle-aged woman, as well as a young man who might be the same age as Enkai.

"Sorry we want to meet Miko here, is it okay?" tanya Arashi is friendly.

The three people who looked at him together looked friendly."Come in" said the old man. Walking frailly, carrying the plucked grass on his back.

Traditional house, they sit on the floor with a special pillow. The middle-aged woman served tea and watermelon. Since spring has arrived, the air has become a little warmer.

The sound of beetles rang out, truly a quiet place. A small windmill that sounds.

The sound of bamboo blowing in the wind, bringing a breath of peace. You could say a place that is really far from urban.

Grandfather sat in front of them. It looks like the equipment in this house. They also worked on the land as farmers.

"So what's your purpose here?" Tanya Jiro, the young man who is the same age as Enkai. Grandchild of the old man.

"Look, we're doing some historical research. We want to raise the history of this temple. I'm Kairi and this is my friend Enkai and Arashi." Reason from Kairi.

"About this temple? You must have heard rumors this temple belongs to the devil." The old grandfather muttered.

"Our goal is to find out about Arata." Enkai to the points.

"Young people are impatient." The grandfather let out a rough sigh, drinking his tea. His eyes are scouting, unlike students or people who want to create content on social media. They did not carry a notebook or recording device. There might indeed be a special purpose of these three people, to come.

"Usually the gods are reluctant to show their form when helping humans. Not with Arata. He was blatantly helping the humans, making the humans at that time make this temple for him. Arata was actually a good god, only he was arrogant and too self-assertive. Storing a bit of his energy in the stone inscription. Said if it would be shared with mankind someday. More and more people are coming to be worshippers in this temple. Hoping to get the ability from Arata." Quiet explanation from grandfather.

"Then what happened?" Enkai was curious.

Grandpa took his reading glasses. Obtain old books that may have been copied from generation to generation. A book that my grandfather probably copied when he was young. Because the original book, it is impossible to survive thousands of years.

"Arata died on his wedding day. The god who suffered internal injuries. His job is to guard the borders of hell and the human realm. If he was injured then the border gate would be destroyed. That was when the first invasion of monsters and demons occurred 2300 years ago. There was no clear explanation as to the cause of his internal injuries. For sure he died to stop the monsters and demons that crawled into the human world from hell." Grandpa took off his reading glasses. Sighs rough."That's just a tip-off about Arata."

"Anata died to save humanity, right? Then why is this temple deserted?" One question Arashi had in mind was finally spoken by him.

"The temple god is dead, at first many came to the temple as their gratitude. But how long? It will not be until two generations that they will forget Arata. Moreover, Arata really no longer exists. No one will answer their prayers. The temple was forgotten, unlike the other temples. Where there really had been a god who would probably grant their wish, an invisible god lived in the kahyangan. This temple is only a temple without a God..." Said the old man calmly.

"Then why is Grandpa still living and taking care of the temple?" tanya Arashi did not understand.

"My ancestor is the first Miko of this temple. And also from generation to generation. Where I grew up and grew up. I don't know what my granddaughter is, but I hope she'll stay, too." The grandfather sighed harshly staring at the wind chimes that slightly rang due to the warm wind that blew.

"But if you really want to meet Arata. He had promised to return when the seal he made 2300 years ago cracked. You just have to find the address. There will be a Google map." Jiro's widow, granddaughter of the old man.

The grandfather sneered at his own temple, hearing his granddaughter's joke."Arata did promise, before his body disappeared. Everything is written in my ancestral book."

"Then why is this temple said to belong to the devil by the surrounding people?" Enkai clenched his forehead, staring suspiciously. Arata may be the real enemy. A really bad thought, considering Hiroshi who mentioned that name many times. Maybe Arata is their plot.

"20 years ago, when the gate cracked, invasions of demons and monsters occurred in all parts of the world. There were many casualties at the time. My three-month-old grandson is almost devoured by the devil. I'm looking for a way to save her but I can't. Until, one thing I remember about hereditary legends. Arata stored little by little his energy in inscriptions for hundreds of years before his death. Betting in panic, the inscription stone I smashed using a hammer. Tens of thousands of strange little rays shot out from within the fireflies. Spreading to all parts of the world, lucky people gain abilities from it. Including daughter. He killed the monster himself to save his son." The reply from the grandfather smiled towards his daughter and granddaughter.

"So where did the Hunters come from?" tanya Arashi enthusiastically.

Grandfather nodded."But because of the strange little rays that spread, close to the time of arrival of monsters and demons. The people around, thought this was the work of a temple god. Given Arata's duty is to guard the borders of the human realm and hell. They call this temple the devil's temple."

"Is Arata so great, is there any chance of him plotting with demons and monsters to rule the world!? It could be his ambition to rule the human world, spread evil." Enthusiastic questions from Kairi.

Too bold a question, realized by Arashi and Enkai. Secretly the two men entered the dimensional gap, escaping leaving Kairi who was looking for death.

The grandfather held back his smile, it felt like he wanted to tear this young man to shreds."Get me a broom!" the grandfather's orders.

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And sure enough, the information-seeking session ended in a riot.

"But cake!" yelled Kairi, who was tied to a tree beaten with a broom.

While the grandfather uses a clothespin on his nose. Don't want to smell Kairi's foul scent."How dare you insult a temple god without proof! Because of Arata, you are alive and have this rotten ability!" snapped the grandfather hitting Kairi nonstop.

Plaque!

Plaque!

Plaque!

"You didn't help him?" ask Arashi to Enkai. Two people hiding in a tree.

"No way I got upset when he accused Arata. Because only I can accuse him!" The words from Enkai were full of smiles.