"Bisawara..." called Reksa.

"Yes, grandpa," said Biswara hurried over to Reksa.

"What's wrong, Grandpa?"

"Come here I have something to tell you," said Reksa grandfather. Then Biswara knelt in front of his grandfather.

"Sit with your legs folded. Don't kneel like that!" exclaimed Reksa.

"Like I promised long ago...That I will give you a "Pager Rogo" gem and that it is time for you to accept it," the grandfather said, looking at his grandson.

"What use is the gem of grandpa?" asked biswara.

"In it's name, it will give you protection from those who wish to do evil."

"And with the power of this gem, you will be able to open the cave door When grandpa died."

"Remember my message for you, after I have died you are the only one who can visit my body, and my body will be in a mountainside cave Arga Pura," remarked the great sage named Reksa.

"What grandpa going to leave me so soon?" asked Biswara looking at the old man in front of him.

"Grandpa ration has been exhausted, my grandson, but my body will never rot, I will leave this life in a mountainside cave Arga Pura it."

"Well, grandpa," replied the disabled young man.

"You need not be afraid if anyone will do evil to you, as long as the gem that grandpa gave you will remain in your body." Then Reksa sat. A moment later Biswara saw Reksa closed his eyes with his palms while his mouth cast a spell.

As the mouth stopped, suddenly the smoke and yellow light emerged from the two stilled palms of his hands.

The older the smoke gushed until the rays radiating from his hands were so bright. The smoke grew thicker Biswara that sat across from Reksa, no longer able to see him.

But even though the wood house was full of smoke, Biswara did not feel cramped but smells nice and feels the air cold.

"Hep! Hiaah..."

Suddenly, the smoke engulfed the room gradually faded away, and the light emerged from Reksa fist slowly turned white and blue.

As soon as the room had become light, Biswara saw the palm of the right hand of the Reksa was lifted upwards as it was grasping something with the palm of the left hand-drawn to the chest.

"Take off your shirt and come closer to me," said Reksa.

"Well, Gradpa." Biswara quickly takes off his shirt. Then Biswara closer until his knee sticks to Reksa knee.

Then, slowly the Reksa lowered his hand and pressed it straight up with a few taps into the Biswara chest.

"Hepp!"

Biswara feels like something went into his chest, and afterward, he feels his body feels lighter and fresh.

"You already have a white gem inside you "Pager Rogo" that will give you strength and protect you from people who go bad."

"I don't want you to be a knight. But this is all for your good. Never fight if not to protect yourself. Just stay home!"

"There will come a time when a lot of people will want grandpa corpse for power."

" Who could possess grandpa dead body, he would possess powers that no knight could defeat but you."

"One day, you'll have to hand over the white gem to the person who is destined to be the knight to fight evil on this earth, and the knight will get dead my body."

"Who is it, Grandpa?" asked Biswara.

"Not yet a time, you know now. You must keep a cave from those evil hands who try to steal grandpa corpse."

"Well, I'll always remember grandpa message," replied the 18-year-old.

"Then I'll go now, take good care of yourself," he said.

Wusss ...!!!

As quickly as a flash, Reksa body disappeared into a fog that covered the foot of the mountain Arga Pura.

Biswara stands in the direction grandfather left, then he goes back inside the house.

Upon arriving in front of the cave, suddenly three human shadows hit Reksa.

"Hep, hiak..hiak..hiak!" the three shadows hit Reksa body in rapid succession, even though it crashed and fell, Reksa immediately stood up.

"Hahaha.... Where are you going to Reksa?" shouted one of the three knights of black magic.

"What are you looking for me for? Haven't you had enough of the defeat you suffered yesterday?" asked Reksa to the three men in front of him.

"Cuihh! Bastard! Don't get cocky, Reksa! Yesterday you may defeat me but not at this moment!" the man with name Bagaspati.

"Eh, eh, eh, eh, what's the difference between you now and the last one? Is it because you are now three?"

"Hey, Reksa Jagat! Don't think I came to help Bagaspati the fight, we both came here to avenge my master's death," said Kolonyowo.

"Right, before we take your head to the grave of teacher Gundala grandfather. We'll never come back, we'd rather die than live with our lives by holding a grudge!!" threaten Jakawulung.

"Oh, that's good. I appreciate your courage and sacrifice for your teachers, and the three of you here gathering, it will be easier to take you to hell," replied Reksa calmly.

"Watch your tongue and take this. Hiak...!" said Jakawulung brutal.

Despite a sudden and brutal attack, however, Reksa was able to evade, and it appears here that Reksa power is far above his opponent.

They saw a Jakawulung being looked down on by a mutual Reksa, the Bagaspati and Kolonyowo did not stay still and they both attacked.

After gaining additional opponents, the Reksa now took a sitting position with his cane as a weapon.

And strangely enough, Reksa body spinning starts the waist could turn three hundred and sixty degrees. Like a windmill that could turn the spin according to a wind blowing.

So, he was surrounded by three men at the same time, but the attacks they gave could not strike him to a swift delay.

They saw a strange mutual Reksa gesture. Jakawulung retreated to take their distance, and then after the right time, he moved down kicking a stick that was sat by the Reksa.

Heppp!

Ssttt!

Because the shot of the jacquet kick was so hard, the stick flew up and broke.

After the sitting stick broke, it did not fall, and even the Reksa body flew into the air in a seated position.

After feeling that his attacks had not paralyzed his opponent, Reksa was the most powerful man, the three seemed to stop short.

They look like they're planning something to Reksa.