I'm Not a Raunchy Shaman
Preliminary Round

The world was bright again, the burden on the weight that had been pressing mentally had vanished in the free current to the place where the water flowed down the bathroom aisle. A cheerful smile clings to the spoiled as if in love, stepping out feeling free as a bird loosened from a hard shell. Happiness is simple.

Jaya's view swept freely around the house which now looks clear, clear, after a while ago only the floor can be looked at by Jaya considering its concentration is fully focused on the absolute defense of the insistence of black hole dwellers who began to impatiently want to see the world outward.

Mata Jaya cautiously glanced back and forth while occasionally calling out the figure of the rescue woman who had helped her from the disgrace that would leave a mark.

"Where is my savior, I want to shake hands and I am inundated with thanks for the rebuke of the savior, the shadow of the evil shadow that will befall me is now gone and replaced with gratitude and relief in my stomach.." Saying it Jaya.

Slow-moving footsteps were about to exit the main entrance, in front of him a large tall man with a thick mustache who looked astonished as if he saw a stranger who had just seen his eyes appear from inside the house.

"Who are you, why are you in my house.." Jerk the man while pulling Jaya's collar.

My brain was slow to digest the questions coming out of his mouth, the mood change was happening too fast, the newly rising cheer lit up my day in an instant turned covered in a fog of confusion. I could only accept his scolding which began to turn into an accusation that cornered me.

"You're a thief huh... Picklock.... Or steal my treasure.... I know you're a thief*********women belonging to my wife right huh..." Accuse the mustachioed man who is none other than the rightful owner of the house whose bathroom I used to defecate.

"Open .. Wasn't.... This..... Just misunderstanding, aa.. L'm... Jaya's words came to a halt when the man with the mustache began to push her against the wall, urging her to forcefully with questions accusing her.

A large fist that looks to slide ready to hit the target that happened to be pointed at Jaya's face, instantly stopped for a moment with the presence of the figure of Nyi Kunti who quickly hit his nape made him faint before the punch had landed on the face of plain Jaya.

Lucky for Jaya to hug the man with the mustache before falling to the ground, Nyi Kunti then told Jaya to hurry away so as not to attract the attention of others. With mixed feelings and confusion Jaya immediately helped the man who owned the house to enter the house and apologized for the mistake he did not know, he said, after that say goodbye to yourself and walk slowly as if nothing happened.

"Hamba feels there is a threat within you. Hence the servant immediately rushed to find Master." Lucky servant on time. Who is this, sir..?" Nyi Kunti asked in curiosity.

"I don't know Nyi either. When I was confused looking for a place to shit. Someone is offering help."

"Without thinking long yes I accept, than my dirt scattered in my pants can be ashamed of where many people.. Well Nyi after my shitting business is done and want to say thank you, which I met even the father.." Reply Jaya plain like a child who is pouring turmoil that befalls his Parents.

"Haha.... Ahhaha..." Nyi Kunti laughed after hearing the explanation from Jaya, while Jaya herself could only smile with a shy smile considering the incident and asked who exactly the figure who saved me.

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The figure of a green woman with a flowering bun of jasmine on her head, seemed to be smiling sumringah when it appeared to see the young man talking to the woman with an exfrescence of embarrassed face.

"I'm sorry, Queen Mother.. Do we not just go down and mingle with the surrounding people down there in a way to change shape, so we will be closer to the young man who said the young man is the Bearer of Hope.." Said a woman who became his bodyguard giving advice.

"No, you don't know the woman who is now the bodyguard of the young man who became the Hope Bearer, not a woman who can be underestimated, you both need to know that her eyes are capable of wiping you out.." The woman called the Queen Mother.

"Is the figure of the woman who is called by the nickname Nyi Kunti it..?" Ask the other bodyguard.

"Yes....." Nod the Queen Mother.

"Even though I have never tried his science myself.. But according to the information I got from the royal courtier of the demon race in the archipelago who had faced him, when at that time, Nyi Kunti just stared at the entire body of the retainer once, he said, instantly melted into ashes."

"Not to mention added with one more legendary creature named Asta, his strength and combat power is one level above Nyi Kunti, making it difficult for us to get close to him.. For now we can only monitor from a distance and hide our energy from the explorations of Nyi Kunti and Asta..'' The Queen Mother..

"Good Queen Mother..'' Say Two guards at the same time.

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"Lord let's look at the preliminary round of the silat tournament that is likely underway.." Take Nyi Kunti to Jaya..!

"Come on Nyi.." Jaya replied nodding, then walked following Nyi Kunti's footsteps from behind.

Arriving at a large field that is divided into several mini arenas where participants fight to determine the winners who are entitled to appear at the main event later tonight. At the same time forget the strange events that have just happened to him.

Jaya and Nyi Kunti began looking for a comfortable place to enjoy the preliminary round that seemed to be ongoing. Large leafy trees are the right choice in the middle of the dense crowd gathered around the arena fence, in addition to being in a higher place, this large tree also protects us from the hot sun.

Due to the number of participants who register, the preliminary round using a points system, participants are declared to qualify for the next round if they manage to get three points from their opponents. Where the point is obtained from a successful attack on his opponent. Or the participant immediately passes if one of the parties is declared unable to continue the match.

Seriate.