Flying Umbrella Swordsman

The Five Red Bears

"I am a relative of Nyai Sukarti!" call out the Cakra Diwangsa once again.

The five people were stunned for a moment hearing the name of the leader of the Butterfly Valley.

"So sell looks, now you sell names!" shouted the frontmost berewok.

"You think we believe, huh!" the others were greeted with laughter.

"Down you! Now there is no mercy anymore. Hand over all your valuables or your lives instead!" threaten the frontmost brew again.

"Say from earlier if you want to rob!" exclamation Adijaya.

While exclaiming earlier his figure had already darted out of the carriage. Not directly landed but floated flying above these five people. His right hand was holding a flying umbrella. Adijaya flew around in circles making five bewoks of confusion.

"You show him off, attack!" aba-aba one of the brewok.

Of course they took lightly an opponent who was only a young man.

Five people jumped. Five roaring machetes. Targeting the legs, waist to the stomach of Adijaya. The science of lightening the body of five brewok turned out to be high so that it is able to jump high almost equal to the height of Adijaya when hovering.

Wukk!

Five attacks escaped because Adijaya easily jumped his body even more. The five brews landed again once their attacks failed.

But not unexpectedly so set foot on the ground, know-know figure Adijaya has slid quickly send a kick. Can not avoid again the forehead of these five people exposed to hit Adijaya's foot in one motion.

Duk! Duk! Duk!

Duk! Duk!

Five brews were stranded, while Adijaya floated up again with a mocking smile.

"Down you, jurig gelo!" as if one of the brewpubs after him and his friends had stood up again.

Adijaya is down. Landing slowly and beautifully. Five brewpubs immediately locked and attacked by knocking his machete like he was about to split wood.

The Flying Umbrella Swordsman lowered his body. Squatting. Her umbrella protects her head.

Trang! Trang!

Five cleaver about umbrella leaf. Although from thin skin but strong like steel so that the sabetage of the cleaver mental back. Almost all five of these brews lost their weapons if the grip was not strong.

The next time Adijaya got up again while snatching and turning her umbrella.

The shuttle! Wush!

From the strike of the umbrella exhaled a dense wind that hit the chest of five brewpubs.

Dess!

Once again they fall almost if not immediately offset the body.

"The Oars Throwing Storm!" exclaim Adijaya 'spontaneously' just mention the name of the style.

This was the first time he named his creation.

The umbrella folded and lifted up like a menodong. A smile adorned Adijaya's face. If a woman sees her smile, she will be captivated.

"Name the Flying Umbrella Swordsman!" exclaim Cakra Diwangsa from inside the train.

"There was a new kid yesterday afternoon

want to find a name!" exclaiming the brewok is still jumawa even though it has been twice pushed back.

"Fight Raging to Shred the Prey!" exclaimed the other brewok gave a cue.

These five brews form a 'formation' of a style. Group moves. The machete weapon was still clutched in the hand. Adijaya remembers the style and science of Cakrageni belonged to his father and his conspirators.

The next shock five brewpubs have attacked with a group style 'Bears Raging to Shred the Prey'. The moves that catapulted their names, the Five Red Bears.

Usually Adijaya only uses empty hands. But because the opponent uses a weapon, he also uses a magic umbrella. As usual the moves are formed by itself following the movement of the opponent. His umbrella weapon is sometimes open sometimes closed. Open is used for shielding, closed is used to fend off or even attack.

Cakra Diwangsa was stunned to see the stunning Adijaya style game. Beautiful but ferocious. Not a single weapon of the opponent had managed to injure him. Unaware he was amazed. For him this was his first experience venturing outside the palace. Because before his life was only in the palace. Rarely out.

Secretly he was also interested in learning more about silat. But at almost thirty, is it possible?

The pair of eyes of Cakra Diwangsa almost never blink to see a five-on-one fight that he thought was exciting because he had just first seen.

There was a movement that could be followed by his eyes there was also a very fast one that could not be captured by his gaze. Especially the Adijaya movement. Sometimes it looks like a slow movement, but suddenly the young man has moved places making his five opponents confused to mess up their formation.

The group style exhibited by the Five Red Bears that has been solid, perfect, steady, organized and tight does not give a gap to the opponent is now broken for the first time by a young man armed with an umbrella.

They also do not know what movements Adijaya did because it was invisible to the naked eye. Their machete clashed with an umbrella...

The trailer...!

Five mental goals out of hand. Five brewpubs like a storm their bodies fell rolling. Chest feels tight. At the corner of the lips appeared a red liquid dripping. Inner wounds.

"The Oars are Poking the Storm!" exclaim Adijaya mention the name of his new style. Like that while smiling and lifting a closed umbrella like he was holding a fist.

Actually he can do a fight like when against Ganggasara. Using the magic air only. But he thought it was not exciting if not while the movements formed a pattern of moves. After all, his opponent also did not choke on Ganggasara even though the five.

The five Red Bears were already sitting cross-legged regulating their breathing and their chaotic blood flow was also using the magic air to treat their internal injuries. They were sure the young man would not be supported. They acknowledge the greatness of Adijaya but only in the heart. And they also know good people will not cheat. Means they consider Adijaya a good man. Didn't those two people go to the Butterfly Valley?

Adijaya is on the train again. Then they continued their journey towards the Butterfly Valley leaving behind five brews that still healed the deep wounds.

"Looking at your game, I became interested in learning silat" said Cakra Diwangsa.

"Did Raden have a teacher?"

"Only the palace silat master. Who do you think I should study with?"

"Raden's grandfather's close friend,"

"Ki Brajaseti?"

"Yes, he is a fighter of Ki Ranggasura,"

"Will he accept me as his disciple?"

"Of course, his first friend was Prabu Satyaguna. Second, does he not want to participate to help us because of his friendship with the Prabu,"

Cakra Diwangsa pondered for a moment. "Yes, once this matter is over I will beg him to be my teacher."

The road they passed seemed to rotate because it surrounded the hill. This road is deliberately made so that there is no uphill path. If you want to go through a short path, of course, you have to climb a hill that is not possible to use a horse carriage.

After all, as the Five Red Bears said earlier, coming to the Butterfly Valley was only nobles or wealthy merchants. So they could not have gone down the troublesome path. It must have taken an easier path even though it has to turn first.