KALACAKRA FIREWORKS

KALACAKRA FIREWORKS

At the bottom of the ravine, there was a hermit who was sitting on a large rock in the middle of the river, but he didn't budge when he heard Mahesa fall like a lizard that had been tipped over.

It was only when the sun rose that the hermit opened his eyes and was surprised to see a young man lying on the ground with all parts of his body bleeding.

The hermit's hair was long and unkempt. His mustache was thick and he walked over to Mahesa whose right hand was broken.

After detecting all parts of Mahesa's body, he said slowly.

"There is no way this young man is still alive after falling from above. The previous five people who fell must have died horribly."

The hermit saw a book with a yellow cover behind Mahesa's belt.

Bhagavad Gita and the Four Strongest Kicks!

The hermit grandfather seemed interested in Mahesa who managed to cross the forbidden boundary line at the top of the hill and found the ancient book that all the warriors in the world had been looking for for a long time.

"Well, it's useless to find, you can't read page by page because it's not the person who was chosen to be the author..."

What!

The grandfather was surprised to see the four pages of the Bhagavad Gita which were already full of writings and instructions on the basics of being a warrior.

According to stories that have been passed down from generation to generation, no one can read this ancient book unless he is chosen to carry on the order of the Bhagavad Gita to become a warrior who is respected throughout East to West.

"Finally, fate has brought us together," thought the hermit.

"But it's too soon for you to meet me and learn one of the forbidden moves in this book."

A red light immediately emanated strongly from under Mahesa's body.

The hermit took a step back and confirmed where the red light was coming from.

"The Barren Sword Mustika… he has it too!"

"No… I dare not interfere in this young man's affairs. I'd better go now," said the hermit very frightened.

"Later when you find me, I will teach you more than what your mustika taught you."

The hermit left Mahesa with the ancient book and the red mustika that his father had given him, without helping him at all.

The night after the hermit grandfather's departure, clusters of red glowing light began to approach the frail body with a broken right hand.

Hundreds or even thousands of red fireflies gathered around Mahesa's body.

This is not an ordinary firefly that emits a yellow color, but this is a special firefly that may be called for because of the red mustika that continues to emit its light.

They are Cakra fireflies, very different from the others, and can only be found in certain places with more than average natural energy.

If ordinary fireflies function their yellow light as illumination, these Cakra fireflies will give life energy to those who are nearing death.

Mahesa has fulfilled the main requirement of the firefly queen, which is to have the least amount of life energy.

In other words, only people who are really on the verge of death should get help from the Cakra fireflies.

Slowly, the red fireflies surrounded Mahesa's body and a very loud snapping sound was heard.

Crack!

Crack!

After the sound of the two cracklings, the red light of the Cakra fireflies grew darker and continued to fill the life energy of Mahesa.

Dozens of fireflies on Mahesa's left arm had flown because they were almost running out of energy, then other fireflies followed.

Just as dawn was about to come, a slight movement was shown by Mahesa and his eyelids opened slightly.

The cold air of the wilderness and the cave in the forest immediately attacked Mahesa's body, who was only wearing a black short-sleeved shirt.

"Ahh… where am I?"

Mahesa looked around and found nothing but the two torches the hermit had planted before he left last night.

The fire in the torch could last three days because the hermit was a swordsman with the power of fire who was meditating on increasing his strength.

The cold night made Mahesa forced to hug her legs trembling.

At the same time, the five Black Eagle warriors were confused and continued to circle the hills, especially around the hut where Pak Suwito died.

They carry out a mission from Wusasena to find the whereabouts of Mahesa who fell into the abyss.

But unfortunately, their mission failed and they returned to the city to meet Wusasena.

Instantly, their faces turned pale because they remembered that their headmaster was a very cruel person.

Whether their lives can be saved or not in the future, no one knows.

The closer they got to the college, which was located in the middle of Sidoarjo, the five of them turned pale and trembled because the chairman had been waiting for them for a long time.

Arriving at the room filled with jet black shades and minimal lighting, the five bowed to pay respects to Wusasena.

"Sincerely Wusasena leader!" They say compact.

No response was heard from Wusasena and the five did not dare to raise their heads in fear.

Wusasena was a subordinate of Meng Khi who was assigned to colonize the eastern part of the island of Java, especially in the coastal areas.

His character is very cold, ruthless, and is known to have no mercy on anyone, including all his subordinates, not too small children or the elderly.

Wusasena was still silent with a very emotional face for allowing the young man who had injured Sudra, his eldest son, to escape.

A few seconds later, the aura of death spread throughout the room and the hairs on the people inside stood up.

The five warriors were even more frightened after feeling Wusasena's aura of death piercing their palms.

"Report what you got!"

Wusasena's shriek was like a sharp scythe that went straight into the backs of the five swordsmen who were bent over in front of him.

"I am sorry, Chief… we have failed our mission. The boy fell into a deep abyss yesterday when we chased him."

"Then why did you guys let him get away and not catch him?"

The swordsman in the middle dared to answer, but his tone was still stuttering and cold sweat was dripping down his forehead.

"S-forgive us, K-chairman. The abyss was too deep for anyone to enter. I think he's dead."

"Okay, you can go," Wusasena snapped without turning his head.

The five of them looked at each other in disbelief at the Wusasena chairman's decision.

They immediately saluted back to Wusasena and turned around wanting to leave with a happy feeling.

However, four steps before reaching the exit, the sound of a sword slashing from Wusasena's seat was heard.

A second later, their bodies froze with their heads separated from their necks.

"I did allow you to go... not from this room, but to hell!"

Wusasena said coldly with eyes still burning with anger over Mahesa's behavior towards his eldest son.