The Warrior Of The Seven Swords
It's Not Going to be Easy

The night of the Duchy of Gendingan looks crowded. The sound of a horse carriage interlocking. One by one the retinue of each duchy had begun to enter the gate of the Duchy. Duke Ranawijaya smiled with satisfaction. The grand event to be held in 2 days seems to make all residents welcome. How not, they can indirectly also trade their produce and others. The Duchy of Gendingan is famous for the woven fabrics they make. Even King Akilendra liked him so much. This is a great opportunity to add to introduce the fabric to guests from outside the area.

" Sister,"

" You, why haven't you slept?"

" Involuntarily, who knows, you can see the beautiful woman from the clap."

Ranawijaya immediately mengplak head of the younger brother, making the 18-year-old boy meingis.of course he just origin say it. How could he dare to approach the swordsman of the woman. Kertawijaya is still self-aware that his ability is very far compared to the students of Padepokan.

" Lha even daydreams. Don't feel inferior so. Brother knows what you're thinking. You are great with the skills you have right now. So don't be discouraged."

Kertawijaya smiled at the words of her brother. Ranawijaya really knows what his sister is feeling.

" Okay, brother, I'd better get some sleep. Tomorrow the beautiful girl will definitely be more clearly visible face. And I don't want my handsome face to look lethargic when I see them tomorrow."

RanaWijaya just shook his head slowly hearing his sister's words. Kertawijaya is indeed known as a jolly boy and easily familiar with anyone. He hopes Kertawijaya will get many friends later.

The Duke of Gendingan was still sitting on his pendopo. He took his breath in deeply and threw it away slowly. He really hopes that everything will be fine and the game after tomorrow can run as it should.

The man immediately entered, but he stopped when Wiryo arrived to come facing.

" What's up Wir?"

" Pardon den, is there a little problem about the inn?"

" you mean?"

Wiryo also explained the problem. There were two paddocks coming together and they wanted an inn next to the lake in Gendingan. They just want to live there.

Ranawijaya breathed heavily. He scrunched the base of his nose that felt like it was pulsating. He forgot something small like this. A little thing like this will be big.

" Let's go there."

Wiryo nodded, he then walked along with Ranawijaya towards the inn that was beside the lake. The place was indeed very beautiful, because we could see the lake from the window of the inn room. Sometimes there will be geese swimming there.

When Ranawijaya came, a fight still occurred from the two padepokan messengers. Both are known from Padepokan Alas Wangi and Padepokan Pecut Jiwo. Yes, in this Akbar event all padepokan can come along. If it used to be just a big shot now it is not. All students are free and entitled to participate in the match.

" I'm sorry, mister and mrs, how can I help you?"

" You have finally come too Duke. Look at this guy from Perfumed Alas, it's obvious we came first, meaning we're the ones who deserve this place."

" Where can we come before Jiwo's whip."

If the adults are seizing a place, the children of the two clasps are even cool chatting. They seem familiar to each other.

" Ekhem, has it been that scrambled. If I had said something. This inn is so wide and there are two sides, namely the left and right where the two do not intersect because in the middle there is a small pendopo as a barrier. Why the two teachers tidka equally occupy this inn. Look, your students aren't fussing. They seem to be friends with others."

The two fell silent, they turned their heads in the direction indicated by the Duke. Both of them were certainly a little surprised, when they were in a fuss to scramble the students instead spoke to each other familiarly.

There was shame approaching them. Both of them are adults but they act like children. Finally, the two apologized to each other and agreed to use the place along with the record without disturbing each other's activities.

Ranawijaya smiled, he breathed a sigh of relief because this problem ended peacefully. He along with Wiryo the right-hand man resigned and returned to the residence.

" Good thing, the problem is over quickly."

" You're right Wir, but stay alert because this little problem is bound to come again. How we're gonna deal with it."

Wiryo nodded, during Ranawijaya's right hand he was always amazed by every way the man faced problems. Calm, heart-hearted yet always appropriate. Ranawijaya never rushed into action. Word of birds circulating, Ranawijaya is a Duke who is loved by King Akilendra. Even King Akilendra was about to marry his brother to the ruler of Gendingan. But Ranawijaya firmly refused.

Ranawijaya is self-conscious. He felt unworthy to be with King Akilendra's younger brother.

Den Ayu Cadudasa Pramesti is a beautiful and graceful woman. Many neighboring royal princes wanted Princess Cadudasa to be a wife. But somehow neither King Akilendra nor Princess Cadudasa was too pushy. It was once said that they wanted the royal Princess of Astana just to raise their royal prestige. Astana is a big kingdom.

But apart from that all really Ranawijaya does not want to bother. He was happy enough with his life here. The house he had been in since childhood. He did not want friction that caused everything to be in an uproar when he received King Akilendra's proposal.

When he almost arrived at his residence, the Duke's steps stopped when he saw a new troupe arrive. They were being driven by their men to an inn.

" Wir, is something new coming like that?"

" Yes, do I need to check it out."

" No, I'll say hello to him myself."

Ranawijaya stopped entering, he again sauntered to the inn where the group was located. He felt familiar with the faces of the adults until he was sure that the three men had been here for the match as well. Although it has been a dozen years, Ranawijaya did not forget about Mahesa and his friends.

But there was something that caught Ranawijaya's attention when the disciples one by one got out of the horse carriage they were riding. Ranawijaya's gaze was locked onto one of the young men there.

" Ki Wira, why is his face like ki Wira. Then it was ... Gosh darn. Is that really a sword?"

Ranawijaya muttered softly. His body staggered and almost fell. Luckily Wiryo held back his master. Instantly Ranawijaya's head pulsed.

" Truly this time will definitely not be easy," said Ranawijaya while grunting tired.

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