ARYA MAHESA
Determination and Honor

The next day, the turn of the Alliance of white-flow sects was startled with a news story. When some of the warriors they deliberately sent to watch the enemy's movements, found a scene unthinkable to them before.

"What did you say?!"

Ki Serabang cried hysterically as if he could not believe what the swordsman was saying, to the heads of the sects.

"Yes, Chief. It's not wrong I'm sure of that, King Darmuraji."

The sect leaders fell silent. The warrior had just told him that right in the middle of Haru Valley, there was now a body that he believed was Darmuraji.

The Eastern King is dead. Because when they ascertained, Darmuraji's body was stabbed with a long wood from the lower hole of the body to penetrate his mouth naked.

That long wood is now stuck right in the middle of Haru Valley.

"Ki Serabang, this is not what we planned. How could Darmuraji just die. Doesn't he now have powerful warriors with him?"

Panic instantly engulfed the leaders of the alliance of the white flow Sect. They thought that they would help Darmuraji and the royal army, in this battle.

However, the situation immediately changed due to a shocking fact, nor could they understand.

"If it's like this, I think there's a traitor in the kingdom."

The words of Serabang did make sense, the problem was that it did not answer anything.

"Ki Serabang, we are already here and it is clear that we are ready for war. So, since this was your idea from the beginning, what are we going to do from now on?"

Ki Serabang circulated his gaze. The entire head and the sect elders who were in front of him, held his answer.Suddenly feeling blamed, Serabang became annoyed.

"God ... You guys are like little kids. Of course in war there are unexpected events. In that case, Darmuraji is dead, that's all." Answer origin.

"That's it? ... You mean, it's nothing?!"

"Ki Lentoro, and all of you. We haven't lost. Just been at war yet. And that, obviously a challenge or a threat. So, now that I'm asking you guys, are we going to answer that challenge, or just go back?"

They seemed to be thinking about the words of the Branch. If indeed the enemy wanted to talk, certainly not in such a way.

"I think, if not today, then one day we will also face them. So, since it's here, we'd better face it." Lentoro gave his opinion.

Serabang. And looked at the other leaders. "What do you think?  Especially, you're meeting. There's your teacher, Nyai Anjaran."

Rapatni was slightly stunned and shook her head. "Ki Serabang, if I still consider him my teacher, then I should be standing there, open. Here with you."

"Haha!"

Someone laughed as they tried to figure out what the best decision was right now. As they looked, it turned out to be Marendra's laughter. One of the Sect chiefs, and still very young.

"Hey, Marendra. What makes you laugh? You think this is so funny?" Hardik Serabang's.

Marendra. "I've thought about this before and never got a definitive answer. But, right now I see firsthand what makes the white sect not considered at all by the kingdom maybe even the entire population of this Mainland."

"Young man, what do you mean?" Ask Ki Lentoro, ketus.

"True my father said. That was why he only respected Darsapati and Kaungsaji among all the warriors in this Eastern Mainland. Because, according to my father, you're just a bunch of cowardly old warriors and a lot of thought. Hiding in times of need and about to appear as a hero. You guys, really are the worst example for these young warriors in the Eastern Mainland!"

"Hey, watch your mouth. If not—"

The branch instantly fell silent as its words were cut off. Not because of the jam, but his mouth will really be cut off if he still speaks.

Because at that time, suddenly the Sword of Marendra was stuck in the folds of his lips.

"You have to guard your mouth. My father said, it was you who from the beginning was unwilling to help the Golden Lion Sect. In fact, Darsapati often helped your weak sect, to become as strong as it is today."

Stunned branch. What Marendra said, there is a point. But, at that time he thought while the famous Golden Lion Sect was very strong it could be destroyed, then what could they be.

Marendra drew the sword and sheathed it back. After that, he turned around and walked away. However, when he reached the door of the tent, he stopped and looked back a little.

"You can go back to your hiding place and live there until you die a coward ... "

Lentoro was about to retaliate, but Serabang immediately prevented it.

"Although only we stay here, the Crescent Moon Sect will fight to the end. Even if it means the end of our sect."

Marendra left all the warriors who claimed to be the head of the white sect, in a state of embarrassment bowed inside the tent.

For Marendra himself, it was nothing. The Crescent Moon Sect, has not helped the past few years either. It was because his father, the previous sect head was very old and he himself was very young back then.

But now, with very hard training, Marendra managed to become the head of the Crescent sect in his place. And the intention was to come here, just one. Fighting with anyone who threatens the peace of the Eastern Mainland, just like what the Golden Lion Sect has always done, for thousands of years.

Marendra stood at the place where all the members of his sect established the Tabernacle and immediately exclaimed.

"You All ... Listen to me!"

At that moment, all of his members immediately stood facing him. Although they were young, they had great respect for their Sect chief. Because, the fighting spirit he showed since he was a child to succeed in becoming the youngest Sect leader in the history of the Eastern Mainland.

Marendra circulated his gaze to all the members in front of him. "The time has come to do our duty ... Get ready!. .. We will fight!"

Marendra knew that this battle was tantamount to suicide. But, this was much better than living as a coward.

All the warriors from the Crescent Moon Sect could no longer bear such embarrassment. Their shortness souls thrashed, rejecting her.

Marendra took out a piece of black cloth and tied his head with it. It was also directly followed by all its members, who numbered more than ten thousand warriors.

Right in the middle of his forehead and all the members of the Crescent Moon Sect, now displayed an image that was the emblem of a sect.

The emblem of the Sect which was the Protective Symbol of the Eastern Mainland since thousands of years ago, an image of a golden-coloured Lion with a sharp gaze belonged to, the Golden Lion Sect.

"Today, if we die. Then, We will die carrying the honor of this Sect!" Marendra muttered with a burning determination.