Zena: The Last Fight
Challenging Zena

Zena sauntered towards the field where the Chendrik soldiers were training. It has long been said that he has not trained himself. The entire muscle in his body feels stiff asking to be loosened.

Among them was tucked away a small child who was conspicuous than the others. In his hand held a wooden sword just like any other warrior. Following temperature direction in demonstrating movement.

"It's just appropriate that he's not in the mansion, it turns out to be here" Zena muttered. He stood on the edge of the field, watching the training course with eyes that squinted due to the glare of the morning sun. Both hands rested in the back, silent in the watchful place.

"Master!" One of the coaches came to say hello to Zena.

"Why use a wooden sword? Doesn't the headquarters have it?" asked Zena without taking her eyes off the compact soldiers moving.

"This is at the direction of master Chendrik, Master. They will use real swords when practicing sparring" he replied. Zena nodded in satisfaction. Accompanied by the coach, he watched.

The sound of the whistle marking the training finished dispersed all the soldiers from the middle of the field.

"Rest for a moment before practicing the match. Take each sword and prepare yourself!" The voice of the command from the other trainers echoed.

"Ready!" The compact sahutan buzzed like thousands of wasps attacking simultaneously. Zena smiled in satisfaction, especially when she saw Cheo who was running small towards her.

He shook his hand, the coach with him went to the others. Zena greeted Cheo with a hug.

"Good morning, Master!" greet all the soldiers who had been out of nowhere since when they had marched before Zena.

The girl simply nodded her head as a signal she received their greetings. The look is what it is, adding to the charm of Zena who is already beautiful from birth.

There was no cold and stern look as he faced the boy. Her lips always showed a sweet smile, which revealed her plain and supple side as an ordinary girl.

"How's your practice? Brother is looking for you at home, it turns out you're here" Zena asked as she put her arm around the boy's shoulder and asked him to sit in a gazebo.

"I haven't practiced for a long time. Brother, let's practice like we did on the island first," he asked with a witty smile imagining the good times while living on the island first.

"Hmm .. okay. It's been a long time since we've been training" Zena said, smiling, "where's my nunch?" he asked as he recalled the weapons Cheo always carried with him wherever they went.

"I kept it in the room, all the soldiers here no one is proficient at using that weapon," he said slightly frowning. Zena rubbed her moist head attentively.

"Take your father practice nunchaku. I think he's good at playing with that instrument" suggested Zena.

Cheo raised next to an eyebrow, disbelief in Zena's words clearly drawn on his sweaty face.

"Why? You don't believe it?" Zena snorted, "you can challenge him to see how far the leader of this headquarters is playing with various weapons" Zena advised again.

The face of the boy who loved this challenge. Hearing the word challenge he was excited. His head nodded firmly, impatient to see Chendrik enter the training area and challenge him to a duel.

Time kept moving, a whistle of command marks moved the entire army. They poured into the field with swords in their hands. Including Cheo who pulled Zena into the middle of the field to duel with him.

They move away from each other and face each other to practice one-on-one combat.

"Are you ready?" Cheo put the horses ready to attack with his sword. Zena shook her head, smiling at the spirit in those little eyes.

Sword rippling. Mutual clashes created an atmosphere of war with the sound of shouting from everyone. Chendrik and his group came to monitor the training of all the soldiers. He smiled with satisfaction. In the next instant, their eyes squinted as they found two people who were dueling with the movements of the others of all the soldiers.

"Zena?" Sebastian mutters.

Arabella did not seem happy to hear the girl's name called. He stared hatefully at the agile figure in the middle of the field.

"Cheo?" This time it was Chendrik who muttered. Staring in amazement at his little son who was as agile as Zena. Of course, all the abilities Cheo, Zena had were training him.

They are cool in dueling, attacking and fending off without fear of being scratched. Moving rhythmically to the right and left with a hand swinging the sword.

Realizing Zena's movements, Arabella turned her back. He gulped his own saliva despite seeming difficulties.

"I-it ...?" His sentence paused, his heart rejecting what the two netra witnessed.

"You know him?" Adhikari's voice standing beside her rubbed the girl's eardrum. Arabella glanced, but only for a moment. The movements of Zena and Cheo in the middle of the field caught his attention.

"I challenged him to a duel with me. I refuse to lose to her" Arabella said confidently and decisively. His eyes were sharp looking at Zena who suddenly stopped and did not move.

"What's up, brother? Why stop?" Cheo frowned in wonder.

"Someone wants to play with Big Brother. Go see the Tigris and see what the game is like!" he said he gave Cheo an order.

The ten-year-old boy did not refuse, he walked out of the arena and went to the Tigris to just watch with the big animal. Witness the master's duel with the haughty girl on the sidelines.

Zena throws the sword Cheo gave her towards Arabella. Instantly both of his eyes widened seeing the sword darting rapidly. Zena's not messing around. Luckily, Arabella still had a good focus and managed to catch the sword.

"Not bad!" cibir Zena was still standing in the middle of the field waiting for the opponent to come.

Feeling the tension of all the soldiers getting out of the field. They marched around the vast grounds, waiting for the duel of the two talented women at the headquarters. Who does not know Arabella? The entire Chendrik squad knew him as the most talented team leader. Especially because of his closeness to the leader, Arabella was so respected at the headquarters.

But who cares? Whoever he is, if juxtaposed with Zena obviously nothing.

Arabella jumped into the middle of the field.

"Roharrrrrrrr!" The Auman Tigris gave Zena encouragement and support. The haughty Arabella gasped in shock at the sound. He glimmered warily fearing that there would be an attack from the ferocious beast.

"What's that sound?" Sebastian was no less surprised. He circulated the eyeballs with the same vigilance as Arabella.

Chendrik smiled cynically. "That's the Tigris sound. He's Zena's best friend, a Siberian tiger who's got a crush on her. You don't underestimate the girl," explained Chendrik, sneering at her sister's tense face.

Not that he did not know about Sebastian who often bothers Zena even almost harassed her, but seeing the foul plan of the brother failed, he knew Zena was not that easy to conquer.

Sebastian gulped rough. He and Arabella stiffened with wide eyes.