The Coming of Wisesa

Jagat was taken to the Swarnabumi sect, one of the white sects in the martial world. On the way there, Tapak Besi, whose real name was Indrayana, rode on a horse with a close escort of ten Swarnabumi disciples.

This school had been established a long time ago with a great teacher named Ki Sanggah. Yesterday, their representative did not come to the warriors' meeting, which meant that they were not part of the Mandakini clan, even though Indrayana or Druwangi had joined.

Jagat doesn't know who is slandering him, but from all the pieces of events he is pointing the accusation at Darka, and the brain behind it is Wisesa.

Yesterday's meeting with Darka was certainly a trick by Wisesa to bait a Darka and turn the whole story around.

Indrayana said that Druwangi's partner was killed when five warriors from the Black Sect attacked Mandakini's headquarters, and the only person who knew about it besides them was Jagat Wengi.

Kebo Galungan was also killed when he attacked Alas Gunung's headquarters. He was helped by the cursed Syair Swordsman, but was not saved. And the person who brought him to the headquarters was Jagat Wengi.

At the same time, Druwangi captured Darka in a village and revealed all of Jagat's involvement in monitoring the village for child abduction targets.

All versions of this story are revealed by Indrayana, and Jagat has no defense. If Indrayana knew that he was the one who escorted Kebo Galungan to the Alas Gunung headquarters, then that time was followed.

Only a warrior with very high skills could escape the observation of a book thief like Jagat. And that warrior must be the one with the power of the poem.

What a strange ability!

In a room that had been converted into his prison, Jagat was repeatedly forced to confess his involvement in the kidnapping of children and the leak of Mandakini's headquarters to the opposing party.

And Jagat repeatedly said that he knew nothing about it. He came to the headquarters only to meet Arya Mandana on Tantra's instructions. Nothing less and nothing more.

And in that meeting Jagat told Mandana about his meeting with Darka.

But Druwangi did not believe him. The swordsman with the scarf skill flicked the cloth end of his scarf. It hit Jagat hard on the top of his head. Splinters of wood fell on his hair. Jagat could not imagine the end of the cloth hitting his face. Gendis would never know him again.

"I will refrain from killing you now!"

Druwangi left the room and slammed the door. Her body already felt weak and she could not stand after being kept in that stuffy room all day. Only the shackles on her hands kept her weight from falling down.

It wasn't long before Jagat's ears caught a sound. It was a poem, sung with strange power. The door suddenly opened to reveal Indrayana with bright eyes, occasionally peering through the window.

The warrior's verses sounded beautiful. The aura was so mesmerizing. Jagat could feel the change in the air in this room and that might have caused Indrayana to enter this room.

For a moment, Jagat's eyes closed again and he jerked back as a subtle slap landed on his cheek.

"Hey! Where did you put the books?"

My eyes were still not fully awake when his question rang loudly in my ears.

"Which book are you talking about, Druwangi?"

Her face suddenly changed, though her beauty did not follow suit. Her hand clenched into a strong fist and swung hard at Jagat's stomach.

The entire contents of Jagat's stomach seemed to want to spew out. It had been several days since the college had fed him, and he wasn't sure if his coughing would bring out his intestines.

"The book you stole from the sects."

Jagat's breathing was still erratic. He tried to digest the meaning of the swordswoman's question. Why would she ask that? Jagat didn't care about his books anymore. Only one book was on his mind, the Book of Demons.

Druwangi's eyes continued to stare intently, as if she wanted to swallow Jagat alive.

"At the Wetak temple," Jagat replied. He didn't care anymore. Jagat wanted to close all the pages of his past. Let the white school use his stolen books. He just wanted to be happy with Ki Wardiman and his granddaughter.

Druwangi's eyes were still full of question marks, her brows and forehead furrowed. Jagat recognized that this woman had a powerful beauty, even though she was older than Gendis. If her partner is dead, she is now a widowed warrior.

What a nickname!

"Why are you smiling?"

"It's okay. Let me go. I've told you everything."

Without further questions, she walked to the back of the pole and let go of the rope that bound Jagat. It felt as if the blood was rushing to his arms.

But Jagat hadn't really expected his request to be granted so quickly. He was simply released, no questions asked. As soon as Jagat's ropes were untied, Druwangi's shawl was wrapped around his neck. It was tight and Jagat was forced to walk in front of it.

Jagat didn't know what would happen next. It was as if he was repeating what happened when he was captured by Sawung Bumi. Walking to the place of his beheading. This was what he felt now.

With this magic scarf, Jagat couldn't do much. He was like a buffalo plowing a field, forced to walk. His footsteps dragged slowly and he was forced to keep going until he reached the front yard.

There was a crowd of people in the distance. There was a familiar face in Jagat's eyes. It was the friend he had been looking for.

Wisesa!

This handsome and charming man must have relied on his speech to free Jagat. Just from his face as he explained, it was obvious that Wisesa was very cunning. His members had already captured one of Swarnabumi's female disciples to guarantee Jagat's freedom.

In front of Wisesa stood the dashing man who had fought with him after meeting Darka yesterday. From all the stories he remembered from various sources, this man was probably the cursed Syair swordsman.

The swordsman, who was still relatively new to the martial world, was already acting old in front of Wisesa.

But that was not what Jagat wanted to ask. He wanted to ask Wisesa why he was here. He had never been like this before. Interfering with Jagat's problems. Unless it was Wisesa himself who was causing the trouble.

Jagat reached the crowd just as Wisesa's laughter broke out. He looked at Jagat's situation sarcastically for a moment and then said again.

"I'm just here to pick up my friend, man. Nothing else."

The swordsman, who was called 'friend' by Wisesa, immediately turned to Jagat. His look was sharp and fierce. If he could wipe out the 'Alas Gunung' base in one night, his power must be incredible.

"Your friend made a fatal mistake against Mandakini. He told the enemy about the base. What can you trade us to free him?"

"Is the woman in the back not enough as a medium of exchange?"

This would not end well. Wisesa was not observant enough to see Indrayana's movements around his members. Besides, he was holding a jar he didn't know what it was for.

"Wisesa....," Jagat hissed, although he knew that the voice was heard by the people around him.

"One moment Jagat. You don't need to speak yet."

"Wisesa! That's enough! You don't need to interfere!"

Druwangi and the poet swordsman looked at each other in surprise.

It seems that your friend doesn't want you to let him go.

"Jagat! You'd better be mute. I'm here to help you!"

Wisesa then motioned to the men holding Swarnabumi's female apprentice to bring her before him. At the same time, the scarf around Jagat's neck was untied.

Why is this so easy?

Jagat didn't believe him, for as far as he could see, Indrayana was already quietly ready for action when the student was brought in.

No .... No way. It wouldn't be that easy. This Poet Swordsman would not just let him go. If it was so easy, why was he called the Cursed Shaman Swordsman?

"You only need Jagat Wengi, right?"

A strange question came out of the Poet Swordsman's mouth. At the same time as the scarf around his neck was loosened and Jagat was gently pushed toward Wisesa, the female student was freed.

The exchange of prisoners distracted Jagat. He couldn't see the rush of hands toward his neck.

*Thud!

"Aarrgggh!"

Jagat cried out in pain. The pain was excruciating. The Poet Swordsman had struck Jagat's neck with the side of his hand. It was unimaginable how he endured the pain.

Jagat had experienced all kinds of pain and wounds. He had been cut by machetes, arrows, and spears. But this kind of pain was overwhelming. Jagat wanted to scream, but his tongue seemed to be pulled inward.

Holding his neck, Jagat continued to scream. Only indistinct sounds and discordant phrases could be heard. Though he had already sworn and cursed everything he knew.

Wisesa ran over with a panicked face to see his friend writhing in pain. All his men were ready, machetes in hand. A fierce battle would probably ensue,

"Are you okay?"

Jagat couldn't hear. His ears were blocked by the wound in his neck. Finally, he cried. Pounding the ground with clenched fists

"Speak! Speak!"

Wisesa stroked Jagat's cheek and ended with a hard slap. And Jagat could only make a sound. "Hmrrrrp....Hmmmprh...."

Although his mouth was already wide open. The more he tried to make a sound, the more the pain increased. After the slap, Jagat did not know what happened. His vision was black.

Jagat just wanted to die rather than become a thief or a mute bride for Gendis.

He had to go to Ki Wardiman. Only this healer could cure him. Only Gendis could ease his pain. But Wisesa seemed to have other plans.