Crazy Duck Swordsman

6. Ki Buyut restu aji

That morning in the Braholo valley looks very calm with the cool air of the towering peak of Mount Lawu, the fragrant aroma of the thicket grass accompanied by the rhythm of nature with the chirping of small birds and forest insects, looks calm and calm the heart. In between the calm atmosphere was heard the sound of two people practicing Kanuragan, at first glance, there is the voice of parents who occasionally swear an oath and interspersed with the cry of the voice of teenagers who are in the genjot with ancient techniques of skill that have been very rare because of the style learned by Sastro Marmo or wirang ningratan is a style that is only mastered by the sage Sawogaling results from contemplation and fused with nature for sixty years Sawogaling rishi concocted all flavors, and,create, and motion so that it creates a powerful style that is very difficult to beat in battle.

"Continue...yes..yes..like that stupid boy....!!! your legs are less high.....!! your kick targeted the esophagus not the booby chest....!!!" The hoarse voice of the old swordsman who occasionally curses his students continues to snap so that the movements that have been taught can be perfectly demonstrated by his favorite students.

"Eggs...kek.....!! don't think dada...he..hee....he....!!!" Wirang Ningratan still with a very difficult movement.

"You are that....woooo.....basal brat is insolent........, it has been told the throat of the esophagus ngeyel....!!" The old swordsman's voice as he continued to grumble led his students to practice on that sunny morning.

Nimble and then Resi Sawogaling entered the training arena of his students and carried out an attack using his black stick that looks like a black shadow chasing wherever Wirang's body dodged, and dodged, like not giving space to just breathe the old swordsman continues to attack very dangerous attacks because the attack is so fast and contains a powerful air that feels hot burning in a cool atmosphere on top of Lawu's mountain.

"Old granny stinks this earth is going to kill me....??!!" Wirang grumbled inwardly, still evading every attack from his teacher's grandfather's sabetage and stick. Wirang ningratan felt his breath was boring to avoid every attack that came, and occasionally fend off the stick that attacked ******** and his head was heard clashing Sastro's hands and sticks from a hard comb.

"Praaakkk...., desss....suuuuttt....!!!" The sound of clashing hands and sticks from the two teachers and students sounded like a real fight.

"Haa..ha..ha...., where's your counterattack, big boy....from just dodging like a sissy in pursuit of a goose......haa...haa....!!!" The old swordsman ejeked at his student.

"Swyinggg...sreeekk...krak...., Wuusss desshhzz....!!!" In an attack, the attack hit Wirang ningratan's defense and sounded this time like a broken wood and followed the sound of the oath of absorption from the old swordsman.

"Wooo..lha...little bastard....., how dare you break my wand......fearless.....!!!" The old swordsman's maki then bounces the salto into the air and retreats a few sticks from the position of Wirang ningratan still put up a horse defense.

"Waduhhh..sorry cake accidentally...hi.hi..hi...hii...!! Wirang replied, giggling to see the old man's wooden stick broken in two, As a result of the impact with a small arm wirang ningratan in the energy in a high level so that the black comb wooden tile was not able to withstand the hardness of the impact with the arm Wirang ningratan.

"Excellent this brat....., why is his inner energy so rapidly almost reaching perfection, even the level is almost the same as the level of energy in me...!!" Guman Resi Sawogaling in his heart was astonished and happy. Not over the curiosity of the old swordsman smelled of the ground, at a glance his ears heard a very smooth movement from the direction of the thickets around the old swordsman training arena and his students. With the experience during his life as a warrior of vigilance, Resi Sawogaling was immediately awake and in an instant a blow with the magic air sprang rapidly towards the thicket of thickets where the sound of smooth movements that sensed by Resi sawogaling.

"Sheett.....Uwusss....!!" A roll of light blue wind groove hit the thicket of scrubland.

"Blaaarrrrr.....!!!, Suuutt...siinggg...., tab........tabb....!!!" The sound of explosions due to the wind grooves that hit the thickets rang out among the trees of the Braholo valley and saw the bushes freeze in an instant, seen in between the explosion darted a white shadow out of the grass and put his feet in front of the Sawogaling Resi.

"Hey.....Sawogaling......!!! you want to kill me....??!!" Said the white shadow after his foot treaded on the ground of the valley.

"Wha..ha...ha....., why did you hide in the undergrowth of Restu aji......??! I guess the chicken mane...hhh...hh....hh....!!!" Kekeh Resi Sawogaling after seeing his friend Ki Buyut Restu aji who had just been attacked with a punch 'Salju gunung lawu' released by Resi Sawogaling with energy in half more. The white-robed old grandfather was one of the martial world figures who belonged to the Lotus Flower Party. That is an association of white swordsmen who overshadow the southern part of Mount Lawu covering the area of the duchy of wengker and surrounding areas.

"Sawogaling...for a long time I did not stop by your cottage.., eee...again enjoy a very extraordinary performance even you beat from the front....., really you are still careless Sawogaling....!!" The old man reminded his best friend.

"Hhh....hhhh.....hh...., I'm sorry Restu.......!!, which widow you stopped by to the top of this remote mountain my friend...!??" kekeh the old swordsman asked the purpose of Ki Buyut restu aji stopped by his cottage.

"Sawogaling I just stopped by there is no meaningful purpose, but somehow I feel like meeting you in a few full moon, eager to float you to this peak...!!" Said Ki Restu aji explaining his arrival to the Braholo valley.

"Well let's talk at the cottage over tea and have boiled cassava....Hh...hh...hh......I'm sure Ki must be hungry....!!!" Invite Resi sapodilla galing on the theme to the cottage. Meanwhile, Wirang could only quietly gawk at the sight of the two old men crooning to take off the kangen.

"Hheii..wirang.quite training today...., immediately make grandpa tea two cups of bamboo and decoction cassava for us friends chat....!!" The orders of the Sawogaling Resi on his student's letter.

"Ee...ee...., iya kek...soon...implement....!!" Said the hero stammered getting orders from his teacher.

At a glance, the sharp eyes of Ki great-grandfather Restu aji glanced at Wirang ningratan with question marks, because what was felt by the great grandfather from earlier there was a very big air covering the body of the teenage boy.

"Sawogaling....., is that boy your student...?? since when do you want to take a disciple...? as far as I know you don't want to have students....!!" Said Ki Restu aji opening a chat while walking towards the cottage of Resi Sawogaling.

"The story is long...later I tell you everything but let my stomach be filled first with boiled cassava..he.he..he..he....!!" The old man said. After that the two martial figures walked towards the cottage of Sawogaling Resi and sat on the stone made chairs and tables in front of the cottage. They chatted while waiting for hot tea and cassava stew made by wirang ningratan.

After the decoction of cassava and tea presented the two warriors continued to chat nggalor snide until they forgot the time and somehow how long Resi Sawogaling told about his students and the oddity felt during the making wirang ningratan became his student. Hearing all the explanations of his best friend Ki Buyut Restu aji flabbergasted and thought maybe this makes his feelings want to visit his best friend Sawogaling at the top of Lawu mountain.

"Yes... hopefully what I try is not in vain....!!!" Answer Sawogaling's receipt while lighting his pet cigarette.

"My friend Sawogaling if allowed I want to give this my sheath as a gift for your student, hopefully it can be useful if later he has gone down the mountain." Said Ki great-grandfather restu aji while releasing and handing the white holster to the Sawogaling receipt.

"Hh...hh....h...thank you my friend would be very happy for the child to receive it....!!" Sawogaling was ashamed to accept the gift from his best friend, because Sawogaling resi knew that the holster was not an indiscriminate holster but a magic holster that had been one of the mainstay weapons belonging to Ki great-great-grandfather.

"All right.....Sawogaling thank you for your warm welcome.., time is almost evening I have to return to Wengker there is still a lot of business that I have to finish" Pamit Ki Buyut blessing aji to the sesi Sawunggaling.

"Well my friend thank you for wanting to see my situation on this lonely peak.if you pass by here stop by warm tea and boiled cassava I will surely treat you.he.he..he....!!!" kekeh the old swordsman then called out to his disciple.

"Wirang...., here for a moment.." call Resi Sawogaling to his disciple.

"Yes cake.....!!!" answer the waffle who is already near his teacher.

"Come on..sungkem same grandpa restu aji.....!!!" The old man's orders are on wedge. Then the wirang grabbed the hand of Ki great-grandfather and kissed the back of the hand of the old swordsman. But what was felt by the old swordsman was the sucked core energy possessed by Ki great-grandfather restu aji, in the hold but like the stronger felt by the old swordsman.

"What's this......!!!" Guman Ki great-grandfather restu aji in his heart, briefly saw the face of the Sawogaling resi smiled strangely at Ki great-grandfather restu aji. Fortunately the wirang immediately released the hand of the white-robed old man so that the core of Ki Restu aji was not sucked much by the mysterious power that was in the body of this teenager.

"Savogaling.....!!! what power is there in this child's body..galing...??" Bisik Ki Buyut restu aji asked about something he felt when the teenage boy kissed the back of his hand.

"Hh...hh......!!" Kekeh Resi Sawogaling without answering.

"Don't you cry.....!!?" Desperate Ki Buyut Restu aji to his friend.

"Don't be surprised my best friend that's what I'm afraid of, there's a tremendous power buried in my student's body, even the energy in that boy is almost as high as I have....hh....h.....!!!'' Replied Resi Sawogaling while chuckling.

"You mean sleeping like galing....??" Ki Buyut Restu asked increasingly curious.

"Look....Restu..., in the body of my student there is a power that is not realized by the boy, in the ubunnya there is Rajah his name is Rajah puser earth...., and if we can open the knot of the earth's puser tattoo then the boy will not be defeated even though we roar together...hhh....., I don't know who can open that Rajah knot....!!??'' Terang Resi Sawogaling explained to his best friend. Two figures of the Javanese land martial arts world was so serious about the problems in the body of the Wirang ningratan they engaged in a conversation that like there is no way out. I don't know how long they keep chatting sounding**************breath exhaled because they can't find what they have to do.

"Well Sawogaling try me later ask our best friend maybe someone knows how to unseal the earth-pusher diagram in the body of your disciple, or the great hyang himself who will open..." Said Ki Buyut Restu aji as he moved from his seat.

"Yaa..yes, I hope also so my friend hopefully later Rajah puser earth can find its own way in order to be used by my students.

"You so... I beg you please say no twilight has begun to fall....!!?" Said Ki Buyut restu aji say goodbye to Resi Sawogaling.

"Well, my friend...send my greetings to friends..when you meet them....!!" Answer the Sawogaling Resi.

"Yes..iya...., I said my regards to your students that someday I might meet your students in a different time and place....!!" Hhh...hh...hh....!!!" After the parting of the white-robed old man darted like a jumping arrow and retraced at the tops of the thickets along the path towards the wilderness at the top of Lawu.

"Hh...hh....h...., old bullfucker from the past is so unchanging always keep up appearances....!!!" Said Resi Sawogaling accompanied the departure of her best friend.

"It should be so cake....., keep a neat appearance is not like a shabby geezer grandfather never change...smell tobacco again...he...he....!!!" Wirang Ningratan who arrived was behind his teacher.

"Devil....., just make a hanging you little bastard.....!!!" Snapping Resi Sawogaling to his student.

"Sorry kek is angry.......!!!" Reply wirang while passing towards the spring to cleanse his body.

The night began to fall Sawogaling and the mute sat in the hall in the hut with the burning resin of the amber tree, the sound of Resi Sawogaling gives advice for the provision of life later if you have become a swordsman and live in a crowd. The atmosphere of the night was so peaceful in the Braholo valley that there was only a cold night breeze and the sound of the sound of night insects singing melodies of beauty in the bright night of the moon.