Disappeared for a Month

The noisy sounds of the ship woke Abimana in the midst of his slowly regaining consciousness. His eyes blinked briefly. The sky above him was a bright blue.

For a moment, he wanted to feel the fresh air entering his chest. He knew he was lying on the ground with a coconut tree beside him. The bushes behind him were probably filled with snake nests, too, as his eyes looked back.

[Wake up. You have to practice for the competition.]

Ireng's voice made her realize that she was still the same as before. Yes. He had to wake up for a better life change.

"One moment. I want to stay on this sandy ground. The sky is beautiful."

[Hurry up. We may have lost too much time already]

"What do you mean?"

[Time in the underworld is not like time in your world now. It's probably over a week now]

"What?"

Abimana immediately stood up from his position. "You're too much of a mystery, buddy. Now explain to me what really happened earlier."

[I'll explain later]

"Now!"

Abimana stood up and scanned the area once more, which turned out to be far away from the port. He was now near a slum fishermen's settlement, and the place where he was now was near the residents' garbage dump.

"This place stinks. I need to see Gatot soon. Explain to me on the way."

Ireng then explained that the cave they had come to was in a place called the Underworld. The cave used to exist in the human world, but was now hidden due to a war between clans that had broken out hundreds of years ago.

Two clans named Mandakini and Mahidara were eternal enemies at that time. During the reign of Majapahit, Mahidara often wreaked havoc in the area.

All the black sect warriors united under his banner, as did the Mandakini. All the white sects also united under his banner.

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Until finally a great war broke out, Ireng did not know what the next story was because he was in the body of a warrior. And in a great attack, the warrior was defeated and trapped in the underworld.

"Didn't you come from the underworld?" asked Abimana.

[True. But the Underworld is also as vast as the Middle World]

"The Middle World is my current world?"

[Correct]

"If there is a middle world, does that mean there is also an upper world?" Abimana asked innocently.

[It's possible. My knowledge hasn't reached there yet]

"You're probably the dumbest of your friends in the underworld."

[The foolish enter the weak. I thought we were the same.

"Hahaha! I'm kidding, guys. What about my powers? Can I compete with the warrior you entered in the past?"

[The warrior's power has been absorbed into me. All the records of magic and combat will definitely be mastered by you later. But the problem is that your body is still too weak to use all its power].

"Then how?"

[Like I said. You have to fight]

Abimana continued to walk through the fishing village, whose houses were close together. He avoided the eyes of the local youths who sat at the end of the alley.

On the way, he kept listening to Ireng's explanation that the fight would open his body's core. For there was one great reason why Ireng could enter his body: he was descended from the same blood as the previous warrior.

"What was the name of that warrior?"

[His name is Arkamaya].

"Then he is my great-grandfather."

[...]

Ireng just remained silent and did not explain any more about the name he had mentioned. He resumed his explanation about the core of his body that needed to be exposed. The only quickest way is through the course of the fight.

And during the fight, Abimana's consciousness will be taken over by Ireng. And of course with black eyes, which might look strange to his opponent.

According to information from Gatot, there will be a small tournament to take the three best fighters who will later enter level Z. A level intended for beginners.

This small tournament was attended by fighters from all the gyms in Jakarta.

Arriving at Gatot's gym, as usual, everyone was surprised by the presence that disappeared for ....

One month!

Abimana remained in a relaxed position and didn't pay much attention to him. He went ahead and grabbed a drink since he had walked so far.

"Where have you been?"

"Practicing."

"Practicing where?"

"At the sea."

"You know the tournament starts tomorrow?"

"Yes. I'm ready. What do I have to do?"

Gatot could only stare at Abimana's relaxed attitude. And there was no other way than to see Abimana's readiness for a close fight tomorrow.

The fight will take place in the basement parking lot of a building that has been converted into an arena.

The winner of the night's fight would then face the final arena in another building. The selection was so tight that Gatot thought Airavata was really like preparing an army for battle.

He thought that the small battles before the Z level would only happen once in the same arena, but apparently not.

There are five arenas in all. Named after the number of regions in Jakarta, namely North, South, West, East, and Central.

Each fighter who participates is determined by the location of the participant. Since Abimana is from North Jakarta, he will compete in the North region. If he passes, he will compete again at the top party in the center. From there, the top three will be taken to the Z-level battle.

And here he was now. Beneath the old multistory building, all eyes were on a small arena that was really just a floor with ropes tied around the posts.

No arena meant it was a free-for-all. There were no rounds. Rest breaks were only at the request of the fighters. The referee is limited to starting and stopping the fight.

If the fighter taps out, the referee goes straight to the center of the arena and stops the fight. If there is no one, the fight will continue until one person is unable to continue.

Registration can also be done on the spot. The data collection only uses ID cards. If the data does not match the arena area, it will be rejected.

Gatot took care of all the data collection while Abimana was fascinated by the shouts of each fighter's supporters.

This was his first experience, and he was eager to jump right in and try out his new powers.

"Ireng, what do you think?"

[Nothing special. It's not my level].

"So arrogant."

"Abimana!" Gatot called out as he asked Abimana to come closer. He pointed at someone of medium height. Shorter than him. A fighter wearing shorts and a headband.

The fighter seemed to be ready to fight tonight. He warmed up with some leg kicks and empty punches to the front.

"This is your opponent later. Are you ready?"

"Ready coach."

"What? What did you call me?"

"Coach? That's not right. What should I call you?"

"That's okay. It's up to you," Gatot replied. He seemed pleased with the name.

Not long after two bouts, Abimana's name was called to prepare to enter the arena.

Barefoot, wearing spandex sweatpants and a T-shirt, Abimana pulled the rope that separated the fighters from the audience.

His opponent entered from another angle. He seemed to have no trainer, but his face and demeanor were full of confidence.

"Ireng? Are you ready?"

[Let's beat him up]

The sound of an iron fist signaled the start of the match. But there was no sign of Abimana's body being taken over by Ireng.

"Ireng! Ireng! Where are you?" Abimana whispered to himself, and it was fatal because the blow of the opponent's blow had landed on his cheek.