Flying Umbrella Swordsman

A Call

Suddenly Adijaya's right ear buzzed hard enough that he held her head like a dizzy person.

"Why you?" ask Puspasari.

Adijaya did not answer, she still held her head. His forehead shriveled. His ears heard a voice from a distance. A voice that only he hears.

"I'm waiting for you here!"

Creepy hoarse voice, Adijaya knows this voice. Nini Bedul Voice. Apparently the grandmother sent a long-distance voice to call out to her.

"What's wrong?" tanya Puspasari again worried to see Adijaya look up at the sky.

"Nini Bedul called me,"

"I'm coming!"

"Near by night,"

Puspasari whined spoiled, she held both hands of the young man. A moment of warmth spread from the soft hands of the girl.

"I still want to be with you, take me!"

Adijaya can't do anything anymore. After all, he also still wants to be with the girl even though in his heart there is Asmarini.

Arriving at the top of Bedul hill it was rather late at night. Nini Bedul was sitting in front of the house. Not knowing where Nyai Gandalaras, the trunk of his nose is not visible.

The atmosphere at the top of the hill was lit by several torches outside, plus the sparkling stars in the sky. Inside the house there is a dammar lighting.

Nini Bedul directly approached Adijaya. "Lift your hand, face your palm up!"

Adijaya obeyed the order of the hunchback grandmother. His hands looked up like he was praying. Then the grandmother cupped her two palms into the young man's palm.

Warm air slowly flowed from the hands of Nini Bedul into the hands of Adijaya. The grandmother closed her eyes while her mouth was muttering. After a while, he opened his eyes and released his hand.

"I keep an heirloom weapon on Mount Sembung. His name is Thunder Sword. Now the sword is the target of many people. I assigned you to take it and bring it here" explains Nini Bedul.

Somehow the grandmother who used to talk jerked this suddenly entrusted this task to him. He can't refuse this way. Because she knew basically the good grandma.

"When do I go, Grandma?"

"Tomorrow in the morning!" Nini Bedul turned to Puspasari.

"I'm sleeping, Grandma!" Puspasari immediately answered the grandmother's gaze.

The grandmother's gaze became gentle towards the tall girl. It's like showing pity. Of course, the grandmother could read the heart of Puspasari.

"Yes, come on in, you'll accompany her there tomorrow!"

Puspasari smiled happily. Finally he saw the delicate side of the notoriously scary Nini Bedul.

"You're looking for your own resting place!" send the grandmother to Adijaya. "Don't mess with the girls here, or I'll make yours useless!"

Adijaya shuddered at it but she laughed instead. Then he went to the big stone that the other day used to talk with Puspasari. He slept there.

***

Every heirloom item whether it is a weapon or a book or whatever its shape must be the seizure of martial figures. Whoever it is, where it comes from will definitely try to get it.

As happened on the slopes of Mount Sembung. In the morning when the light of the universe is half-emerged. About twenty martial figures from the eight winds gathered in a place that was quite roomy but tilted because it was on the slopes of the mountain.

That was the Thunder Sword, the heirloom sword that became the target of all the silat figures present there.

In the middle of the stage was standing a thin but sturdy man dressed in all green, his headband and waist were black. His face is oval taper with thin mustache already somewhat wrinkled because he is almost close to old age.

"Thank you for Ki Sanak's willingness to wait until this morning" began to say this thin all green. "According to the agreement for the sake of mutual justice, today there will be a competition for the heirloom sword that sticks in the stone. Thunder Sword.

"As per the rules there will be a one-on-one fight on this stage. The most powerful, the longest, and the invincible on this stage, he who would possess the Thunder Sword. For that, the competition starts soon, please to Ki Sanak who will start first?"

Then this skinny man came down from the stage mixed with other characters.

For a while, no one went on stage. Most are hesitant to be the first player to perform. In addition to the lack of energy early will also be known weaknesses in silatnya science.

Among the crowd, on a flat and short rock. Sit Adijaya and Puspasari. For two days they traveled to get to that place.

"You sure you can beat them all?" ask Puspasari.

"I'm not sure..."

"You mean?"

"I'm not sure how to fight over a sword is this easy,"

"Easy, you say?"

"Yes, it's easy to outsmart the warriors to fight each other,"

"Isn't this how it's not going to get messed up later when fighting over each other,"

"Yes, right, but in this way people don't know how to take the sword, or it is deliberately hidden for a certain purpose."

"Mmmh.yes.yes.yes.yes...!"

"We'll see!"

Finally one figure jumped up showing off a body lightening style then landed in the middle of the stage. Men of medium stature are not thin nor are they stout. Shirt black vest whose bottom goes into the loop of the belt yellow color. His pants are black too.

Soon someone darted off again knowing he was standing next to the first person. His movements seemed to be faster than the first person.

"Who is Kanak?" ask the first person.

"Purana Table!" answer the second person whose stature is the same as the first person. She was bare-chested, her belt red wrapped around the top of her blue sontog pants. His hair was shoulder-length with a batik headband. In his right hand was clutched a whip gun made of rattan webbing.

"Oh, you're the so-called Fire Whip Swordsman?"

"Yes, am I dealing with the Black Claw?"

"More, let's see who deserves that sword!"

Two participants began to show their abilities. The Black Claw began to flaunt its long, sharp and jet-black fingered fingers in accordance with its nickname. While the Fire Whip Swordsman prepared with his weapon.

The fight began with a whip that was up to one and a half lances long grabbed onto the face of the Black Claw which immediately dodged and then his right claw tried to grip the middle of the whip. But the grip misses because the movement of the whip is very fast passing.

It turned out that the movement of the whip twisting caused a powerful wind blow very quickly back to snatch, this time leading to the shoulder. The Black Claw dodged by rolling forward to approach the opponent while slashing its claw into the opponent's stomach.

The Fire Whip Swordsman hurriedly retreated while continuing to twist his whip.