I'm Not a Raunchy Shaman
A Message From Time

Nyi Kunti tried to comfort Jaya who looked lethargic after realizing she lost her beloved wallet which contained provisions for her trip. Nyi Kunti said he would compensate for the losses suffered by Jaya. From inside the bag Nyi Kunti issued a gemstone that if nominal is enough to party for a full month. And Nyi Kunti also said that if Jaya wanted she would give more. But Jaya immediately rejected it subtly and only said that she was worried that the trip was not enough, not want to have excessive fun.

After walking for a long time the three of them decided to rest in one of the suburban inns while searching for information about the current state while looking for traces of the existence of the third mythical creature, because ever since the three of them especially Asta set foot in the city of Fana, his existence suddenly disappeared without a trace as deliberately hidden. Kunti said than we walk indeterminate direction you better rest for a moment to recover energy while compiling the following plan.

"I heard from the innkeeper, in the middle of the city is being held a silat tournament, and there is a special prize for the winner.

"I'm sure he's definitely there. The boy was happy to make use of the crowd." Clearly Master Asta regarding the information he had just heard and the likely place where the emergence of the third mythical creature who had a habit of using the crowd to hide his presence, the air of his existence, because actually this third mythical creature has a naughty but shy.

Nyi Kunti always laughed if Master Asta explained about the third mythical creature in an irritated and emotional tone.

It seems that Master Asta and the third mythical creature have an interesting relationship. Even though Master Asta looks upset but there is no hatred implied from the story just a feeling of anxiety given the annoying behavior that is always done by fellow mythical creatures.

Jaya decides to sleep first, considering that tomorrow she and Kunti and Guru Asta will enter the city center to see the tournament being held. If talking about riot parties is common in this city, but silat tournaments are new and they have never seen a silat tournament in person, what the silat tournament will look like, there will be great participants who appear considering the special prizes offered to the winner.

The more I imagine the more I want to quickly change the day, then I force my eyes closed until finally asleep into dreamland.

"Gee the Star of Hope.!

"Your arrival has been a long time since I've waited."

"I leave the child of Time. Be kind to her, she'll be a loyal bodyguard throughout your journey."

The sweat pouring down from my forehead, made me realize the dream message I just got. But this time it felt heavy weighing on me, as if there was more responsibility that I had to be busy this time. Even Master Asta who looked from the outside hurriedly entered my room and asked what happened to me until my face and body were wet with sweat.

"Master is okay..?" Ask Guru Asta worried to see the existence of Jaya.

"It's okay Master, I just got a message from someone I don't know in my dreams.." Reply Jaya whose condition is still weak is forced to wake up by the message that has just been obtained.

"I'm asked to look after the Son of Time.." Jaya still did not understand what the meaning of the dream that had just been experienced.

Teacher Asta seemed happy to hear the news that had just been conveyed by his Master, at his while saying." Thank goodness, it is a sign that Master is indeed the Bearer of Hope, the third mythical creature called the son of the Time, to invite him to join the Lord needs permission from the Time.

"Maybe that's a sign that we'll be seeing him soon."

"Now you calm down, after that clean clean servant and Nyi Kunti will wait in front." Continue Teacher Asta while rushing out letting Jaya digest both the explanations from her.

"Son of the Time, what does it mean..?" Batin Jaya is turbulent.

The question was now firmly stuck in his head, waiting for the answer of the meeting that awaited him ahead.

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"O chosen people, human beings who survive the plague of death. Fana City was looking for a winner, the fighters who felt themselves tough in the camp came to the town square to register at the tournament that was going to take place tonight, he said, tournaments to determine who is strongest among the chosen seek the champion of the champions. The winner is entitled to a special prize from the Savior. A magic potion capable of reviving a soul that has died or can be called the Tears of Death." Shouted local officials to rush the residents who were passing by with their respective busyness.

At first they were indifferent to begin to jostle forward to ensure that their ears are still healthy and well, because in fear of cheers city life has damaged the health of their hearing organs. How not the prize offered to the Winner is not playing, who is not tempted to get a soul reverberant herb in the middle of the archipelago that is still grieving. Magic potions as if flashing seductively seduce anyone to race the race risking everything for the sake of a drop of water that he said was able to revive a dead soul.

The usual drunken Fana City immersed in luxury was now awakened to radiate a battle passion. The flame of spirit seemed to be churning in the eyes of the scrappy experts, the familiar fragrance of the evening woman's perfume inhaled by the striped-nose man, hypnotizing her into lustful daydreaming was now gone in an instant. Closed suppressive airs that emerged from the fighting desires of the participants that began to spread widely filled the city created a horrifying feeling making the shuddering shudder of the owners of the soft bones. It also obscures losers hiding covered in fear.

News of the registration of participants held in the town square began to spread by word of mouth, knocking from door to door, creating an invisible chain that connects up to the inn where the Hope Bearer unwinds. Even the dream message obtained by Jaya The Bearer of Hope was obtained overnight that had disturbed his thoughts because of the burdened feelings that came with him, he said, can be sidetracked with the news conveyed by the inn owner about the tournament that will be held later tonight. In addition, the prize on bet is fairly rare or maybe one of them.

Seriate.