True Martial Arts
Mount Loro Twins

Important notes before you start reading!!!

Episodes 1-5 will tell about the world of Nusantara version of True Martial Arts as well as flash stories of two strongest warriors in Java. Who wants to see the MC, please skip to episode 6.

Illustrated:

Map of Java Island version of True Martial Arts.

Kala Piningit, the main character.

Please continue reading if you want to know the world of True Martial Arts more fully.

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In the middle of a vast mountain range that stretched out to all eyes looking. Mainland of Java island. Nusantara Year 7881.

Between the vast mountains, there were two high mountains that were very similar to each other, like twin brothers, towering through the clouds. People refer to it as the Twin Loro Mountain.

With a height that has penetrated the highest clouds, Mount Loro Twins are almost impossible to touch human feet to the top. Nonetheless, two sepuh man figures appeared to be standing firmly on each of the peaks of the two mountains. Their robes and long hair were fluttering in the wild wind, giving a scene of a pair of awesome martial artists!

The two men looked at each other. Their eyes were aged, but they were able to see each other clearly, even though the two peaks were too far away.

At the western peak, Akhza stood in a green robe that covered his frail body. A large keris was sheathed and tightly bound on his back. His gaze and face were calm like a lake that was not touched by the slightest wind.

At the top of the east, Satrya stood with a fire stick in his hand. His eyes were completely enveloped in flames just like what happened to his staff. Unlike Akhza, Satrya's gaze was wild and fierce like a waterfall on the edge of a high gorge.

"Satrya, should we fight like this?" The voice that Akhza made was very slow and soft. However, it could be heard quite clearly by Satrya's ears far across.

"should." Satrya replied firmly and briefly before exhaling a long breath. Put out a puff of smoke from his nose.

"I've considered you as my own brother, even more so. I can't possibly kill you.” Akhza chimed in with a disappointed tone.

"Freely, our understanding has been vastly different."

They looked at each other again after Satrya answered. In a deep silence of sorrow. Both could not have killed one and lived on his death, for they had been bound by a promise. If one of them dies, then the remaining ones must also die. This is like a suicide fight, no one will live after a fight.

"Let's get this straight, brother." Akhza re-opened the conversation after a long time of looking at each other, the scorching sun was set right on the central horizon.

"Clear how? Still we're gonna kill each other, sooner or later, no matter what. I'm black, you're white, we really hate each other. And I've been filled with deep hatred for your flow, which is unlikely to just disappear. Believe that this is the best path we have to take together. After all, my brother Akhza, do not think of ourselves alone, but also think of those who hope we die for the creation of peace in Java. Don't be narrow-minded, open your eyes wide!" Satrya tetiba shouted, echoing throughout the area of Mount Loro Twins. Akhza flinched, but tried to remain calm.

"No, we can leave these two streams. We can leave out any differences that limit us both. We will live in peace, away from the archipelago, further from the martial well." Akhza took a deep breath while shaking slowly, then looked back at the friend who had now become his opponent. "The public world is still very wide, but the martial world is very narrow."

Satrya remained firm. "I have been filled with all the beliefs of the devil; a belief that you have always considered heretical. It is impossible to live in peace in your own way. Just free me from this damned world, even if it will send me to hell.

"We don't have much time. Remember that even if we don't fight here, then we will face a great war in the Mandatory Kingdom." Satrya smiled, for the first time in decades. "I've been wanting to fight you for a long time."

Akhza clenched his hand until the nail almost pierced through the flesh. "HAVE YOU FORGOTTEN OUR DESTINATION?!"

"We have to fight, no bidding at all and stop all this nonsense. You're the biggest threat to the black stream, I can't let you live. And I'm the biggest threat to the white stream, you can't let me live. Believe that this is the path of the best of the best." Satrya took a position ready to fight.

"But ...." Akhza wanted to buffer, but he was at a loss for words to continue. What Satrya says is true.

There has been a major war between black and white flow in the area of the Mandataran Kingdom. The war will probably be the largest war in the history of the martial world in the archipelago. Obviously, the war will involve Akhza and Satrya, as they are the two strongest warriors of the Javanese devil!

"If that's what you want, then okay ...." Akhza said weakly.

Satrya immediately mounted his horses, preparing to fly over Akhza on the opposite peak. His wand grew fiery, as did his entire body. Akhza shook his head before unbinding his keris on his back, but he still did not free the blade of keris from his warangka.

"I'll be honored to fight with you." Akhza muttered, then smiled. "We are stupid."

"We're always stupid, never smart." Satrya took a cold breath. "I'll attack."

They jerk their legs hard. A mysterious force called Prana flowed profusely towards the legs of the two, making their leap to be extremely fast and far away. Cannot be seen with tel4nj4ng eyes. In a single breath, they had already met in midair, smashing into each other with their weapons.

Prangs!

The two heirlooms make a powerful explosive sound and create a shock wave that shakes the ground and picks up clouds.

The shock wave hit the forest that enveloped the foot of Mount Loro Twins. Flying birds lose control, freefall hits the ground. The fragile trees soon fell. The leaves fly so apart from the twigs, creating a scene like autumn that does not exist in the archipelago.

The roar of the wind screeched and scared away hundreds, even thousands of forest animals. The monkeys screamed loudly as if their tails had just been cut off.

Akhza and Satrya bounced quite far from the rendezvous point, then fell slowly down the mountain slope on the western summit. There is a large enough field, there are only a few trees in that place.

The two stepped on the ground so lightly as a mere eagle feather, and then approached each other on the green grass at an extremely high speed.

The fire-filled stick of Satrya continued to spin like a propeller, targeting Akhza who was twinkling around. Akhza's long keris repelled all the attacks and retaliated with a deadly attack.

The legs of the two martial artists were as if carrying a body without a burden, but also with a speed that had even exceeded that of a fast. Like a piece of cotton blown by a storm.

The tempo of the attack is increasing and deadly. Akhza focused on his defense, because he still had not found a gap to attack.

Scuffling sounds rang out along with the attacks that were released. But between the two, no one was hurt. Strength can still be said to be balanced.

As the fight turns, Akhza leaps as light as cotton into the lower mountainside, where many trees grow there. Satrya followed him with a loud snatch, but the look on his face soon turned bad. The sheer number of trees hindered his long stick attacks, and Akhza's kris could attack him very easily.

"Looks like you don't want to play around anymore." Satrya leaped back, then stood firmly on top of a large piece of rock. "Then I will do so."

Satrya turned towards Akhza and his attack was no longer soft.

Akhza was overwhelmed by Satrya's baton which was so fast compared to his keris, he continued to retreat backwards without being able to give a counterattack.

The fight is getting heated up. Satrya begins to use all her abilities to kill Akhza. Some of his attacks almost managed to stab the old man's body.

Akhza looked at Satrya with a look of disbelief. It seems that his friend forgot, that Akhza still has a style that can kill any enemy very quickly, although high risk as well. Or actually Satrya was deliberately forcing Akhza to cheat the style so that he could be killed immediately and the fight ended quickly?

But then, Akhza smiled softly, knowing the attitude of the friend who was like his brother. If Satrya wishes that way, then Akhza will do it without a heavy heart. Even if Satrya dies, Akhza will die, either intentionally or unintentionally.

Keris Akhza tetiba is white. Satrya retreated and clasped her staff behind her back. Her lips did not show a smile or frown. Flat. But from his eyes, he looks happy. Satrya spread her left hand, as if welcoming someone who had just arrived.

Akhza also took a few steps back, and pulled his glowing dagger to the side. He smiled meaningfully, as if to say, "I'll catch up with you later."

The keris grew brighter, and Akhza stomped his feet. His body flew fiercely towards Satrya, with a dagger drawn forward. Satrya closed her eyes slowly and let her body be pierced by the deadly heirloom.

Smoke explosion created. So huge. The smoke was extremely cold, and it moved quickly like a hot cloud that usually appeared after the mountain erupted.

Only Mount Loro Kembar covered with thick fog, no longer seen the mountain from a distance, but only a thick cloud that looks very terrible.

The screams of the forest animals grew even more shrill as they could barely see anything. The screams seemed to drive the fog away, but unfortunately, the fog was reluctant to leave his new home. []