Munding - Legend of the Wolf Fighter

Chapter 28 - 'He' is there

Munding opened his closed eyes. He felt the same sensation as when he was fighting with the Saud group back then.

Munding could see further in the darkness of the night. He could see rows of ants walking on the wall carrying sugar they knew where they were coming from. The sound of water gurgling from the small river that flows next to the mushola to the rice fields that are behind there.

Munding sensed that all his senses had grown much more sensitive.

Munding also felt a sensation of strength flowing within his body. The sensation that once made him believe that he was invincible and made him believe that he could destroy a block of ice with a punch of his hand.

Mr. Yai smiled in front of Munding. Sweat was dripping from Mr. Yai's face. Showing how much he was really worried about what they had just done.

“How do you feel Le?” ask Mr. Yai.

“It feels weird Mr. Yai. Same as Munding experienced when ..” Munding stopped his sentence and looked doubtfully at Pak Yai.

“When you beat up Sukolilo's market thugs?” continue Mr. Yai while chuckling.

Munding lowered his head, he did not expect that Mr. Yai knew what he had done that night.

“Father forced you to train harder after coming home from RSUD because of that. Kapolsek Sukolilo came to the Father a few days after you beat up the thugs,” said Mr. Yai.

“How dare they report to the police ..” Munding's anger suddenly overflowed and he could feel his body as well as if following Munding's change of emotions, he said, something was going off and wanted to be released from there.

“Enough!!” cut Mr. Yai before the Munding sentence is finished.

“They will not dare to do anything to the Father. So your business is both the thugs and the police stopping here. Know??” said Mr. Yai firmly.

Munding nodded his head and as the fury wore on his chest, his body also gradually became just like before. Munding looked at both of his palms. Then he tried to clench and open it repeatedly. Trying to be more familiar with what he feels with his body.

“Le, you practice silat too short. Supposedly, it would take a dozen years of training his body and soul before he tried to have what you feel now. But maybe you're a natural wolf fighter. You were worried that you failed in the middle of the road,” said Mr. Yai slowly.

Munding was silent in confusion. He didn't know what Mr. Yai was saying. Seeing Munding's confused face, Pak Yai just smiled.

“The most important thing now, you've made it through. Remember Le, because your training time is too short, your body has not been maxed out to enter ‘mode fight’ like now.”

“Never try to do what you are now doing unless you have no other choice and your life is threatened. And even then you can only enter ‘mode fight’ no more than five minutes,” said Mr. Yai.

Munding nodded his head, at least he understood Mr. Yai's message just now.

“Now, release your ‘mode fight’. If it was when you entered ‘mode fight’ by using negative emotions such as anger, sadness, fear. To release ‘mode fight’ use positive emotions. Try to remember what makes you happy or the most beautiful memory you have,” said Mr. Yai.

Munding closed his eyes and tried to recall what memories were most beautiful to him. Shortly afterwards, Munding saw himself accompanying his father who was hoeing in the fields. Every now and then you look at Munding and smile that will be returned a small hand Munding.

Munding felt his predatory instincts begin to weaken and like he was about to fall asleep again in his body. Munding memories then continue to flow, the beautiful memories of Munding as a child with his Father reappear one by one.

It was like a movie playing back and Munding watched it with a happy smile. Then Munding saw a scene where his father held a scythe and smiled at him, ‘Bapak want to find grass first Le, you will go home by yourself huh?’ and Munding nodded his head in response.

But little Munding felt there was something strange, where is the grass basket?

Munding shouted and chased after his father, he wanted to tell him that you forgot to bring his grass basket. But you kept walking, as if the voice of Munding was not heard by him. And Munding could only see his Father's back disappearing in the dark sky.

Munding suddenly remembered, that was the last time he saw his Father.

The instincts of the predator Munding who was about to fall asleep suddenly wriggled back up. He felt the sadness and anger of Munding. Munding's body shook. Blood bubbling. Both of his hands clenched hard. Munding wanted to roar with all his might to release the anger in his chest.

Munding tries to rebel against the predator's instincts that are trying to control his body. He quickly forced his brain to try to dig back into the beautiful memories he had.

And suddenly Nurul's face appeared on Munding's head.

The little veiled girl who patiently taught him how to teach. Who would wait for him to practice silat every day. Who will laugh as Pak Yai slapped his bread into Munding's body. Who patiently applied the medicine to the wound on Munding's body. Who always clapped his hands to encourage Munding.

The little girl who was smiling happily while enduring the pain after giving her upbringing to Munding.

This time, Munding managed to get his predatory instincts to fall asleep again. But, ‘dia’ did not return into its hiding place that was in the farthest corner in Munding's soul. ‘Dia’ lying still in Munding chest. Munding could feel it clearly there.

‘Dia’ is there and ready whenever awakened by Munding.

Munding opened his eyes.

Bouttttt. Ctakk. “Aduuuuuuuhhh.”

Munding stroked his head which had just been hit by a rattan sabetage of Pak Yai. He could see that Mr. Yai's face was filled with sweat. Anxious look was clearly depicted on Mr. Yai's face.

“What part of my talk do you not understand Le?” ask Mr. Yai with a face full of anger.

“Positive emotion I said!!! Positive emotions!!” continue Mr. Yai.

Bouttttt. Ctakk. Bouttttt. Ctakk. Bouttttt. Ctakk.

“Aduuuuuuuuuuuhhhh.”

Munding moaned long and Pak Yai took a deep breath after she swung her rotations three times in a row. He looked somewhat relaxed after venting his anger by smashing his bread into Munding just now.

“You know that just now it was very dangerous?” asked Mr. Yai who was greeted quietly by Munding who was still stroking his head.

“The biggest problem faced by a fighting wolf when you were there were two. First, he could not find his predatory instincts. It has no side effects. But that means he failed to become a fighting wolf,” said Pak Yai.

“The second problem, much more dangerous. Your self-awareness ‘swallowed’ by your predatorm instincts. You know what the effect is? You will be like a beast without self-awareness. You become like a whole animal.”

“The solution is just one, you are executed. Because ‘kamu’ no longer exists. All that remains is a wild beast that controls your body. That is the biggest reason why fighting wolves can only be trained by other fighting wolves. To execute in case of failure while awakening,” said Pak Yai.

Munding just fell silent and timidly he looked towards Pak Yai, “Pak Yai, from earlier Munding it did not understand what Mr. Yai said. Wolf fighter, awakening or whatever the name is.”

Pak Yai reflexively raised the rattan in his hand, but then fell silent. What Munding said is not true. He himself forced Munding into a premature awakening. He had not even told Munding about the existence of the fighting wolf to his adopted son.

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Note Author:

Actually, Munding's biggest secret became a psychopath because he was too often beaten by Mr. Yai with rattan.

Try counting from class 6 SD to class 1 SMA. If for example rata2 he hit at 10x a day how many times has he received a rattan punch so far?

If it was caught by Kak Seto, Mr. Yai must have been led to KOMNAS Child Protection.

Buahahahahahaha.