Rajawali Sakti Swordsman

Prahara Girl Tumblr Eps. 06 Bag. 1

The night air is hot. The wind seemed reluctant to blow. The red sky was burning. Signs tonight it's gonna rain. This unfriendly situation, does not make Rangga depressed. The warrior Rajawali Sakti seemed to sit quietly, leaning on a large rock and covered with thick grass like a carpet spread. His eyes glared far away, staring at a village that looked quiet and calm.

According to a wood seeker who was met earlier this afternoon, the village was named Pasir Batang. It looks like the houses of the residents are only lit by rainbows from the fruit of the distance, lined up neatly along the main road of the village. The view of Rangga stalled on a house that was bigger and brighter than other houses. Four torches are set at each corner of the front yard.

Through the open doors and windows, it looks the inside of a crowded and bright house. Perhaps the house belonged to a wealthy merchant or the Village Chief who was having a party. Some people were watching around him. The guess of the Swordsman Rajawali Sakti is almost true. The big house that is now his concern, belongs to the Head of Pasir Batang Village.

But there is not a party, but a kind of trial. Several leaders and prominent figures of Pasir Batang village gathered at the invitation of Ki Brajananta, the Head of Pasir Batang Village. In that spacious room, Ki Brajananta sat with great authority. His eyes were rather glaring at the guests.

An old man dressed in a puth sat beside him. He is Ki Gandara, a great teacher of Padepokan Pasir Batang. Her clean face brightly reflected the dignity. In front of them were six more.

"There are seven days left of the seventh full moon" Ki Brajananta said slowly, somewhat muttering.

The six people sitting in front of Ki Brajananta looked towards him. They were able to guess the direction of the conversation. There are always seven full moons.

"Seven days is not a long time, we are not ready for anything" said Ki Brajananta again.

"This has been going on for a long time, Ki. Why is Ki Brajananta moody and restless?" asked Sawung Bulu who sat right in front of the Head of Pasir Batang Village.

"Do you not know, Sawung Bulu? For the full moon this time, it is Goddess Purmit who must be offered!" Bangka Putung.

"That's it, Ki?" Sawung Bulu was shocked. His eyes glared and lit up sharply.

Ki Brajananta nodded weakly.

"Hhh...!" Sawung Fur sighed long.

All eyes looked at Ki Brajananta and Sawung Bulu alternately. They all know that Dewi Purmita the only daughter of Ki Brajananta is the lover of Sawung Bulu, the mainstay student of Padepokan Pasir Batang.

"This can't happen! We have to fight!" suddenly Sawung Bulu said loudly.

"Fur Swallows!" Sangkala did not lose hard, while standing he kicked the table. Red face. His eyes were staring at his nephew. Sawung Bulu stared back sharply as well.

Blood Sawung Feathers boiling. His heart revolted when he heard that Goddess Purmita would be made an offering for the demon who named himself, King God Angkara.

Actually, it is not only Pasir Batang village that is plagued by this kind of anxiety. Previously, a village adjacent to Pasir Batang village, had tried to oppose the tradition of sacrifice of one virgin girl every seven full moon. But as a result, the village was crushed to the ground. No one is left alive. The virgin girls vanished without a trace. The incident made other villages around the foot of Balakambang mountain, thinking a thousand times if you dare to oppose the will of the King of Gods Angkara.

The words of Sawung Bulu that were based on that hot day and the turmoil of young blood, indeed made everyone present there shocked. More Sangkala, uncle Sawung Bulu. Ki Gandara is no exception, the teacher and substitute for Sawung Bulu's parents. But his attitude was very calm. His eyes only stared intently at his beloved disciple.

"I will challenge the King of the Angkara Gods! If she is able to defeat me, then I just willing Dewi Purmita to be the sacrifice!" loud and firm voice Sawung Bulu.

"And! Have you gone crazy, Sawung Bulu?" Sangkala.

"I'm sane, so I dare to challenge!" sahut Sawung Bulu remained firmly his voice.

"So, you think we-we're not sane, huh?!"

"I didn't say so, Uncle." Sawung Bulu turned his gaze to his teacher.

While Sangkala again sat down after his hand was pulled gently by Rangkuti who had been sitting quietly next to Sangkala.

"You know what the consequences are against the King of Gods Angkara?" still soft, calm, and authoritative sound Ki Gandara.

"I know, Ki," said Sawung Bulu. "I'm willing to give up my life for the truth."

"I'm proud to hear it, Sawung Bulu. It's just that you misplaced your satirical attitude."

All quiet. Sawung Bulu slowly sat back down It feels all sad that Ki Gandara has spoken. No sound was heard.

"Never have I taught you a lesson about short, self-centered thinking. You can oppose the King of the Gods Angkara. But, try to think about the wider consequences. Not only you will be killed, even the entire village will be destroyed by your carelessness. Remember, Sawung Bulu. You and all of us stand for the benefit of the Pasir Batang villagers we love" Ki Gandara said with dignity.

"But, Ki...!" Sawung Bulu tried to argue.

"You don't want Goddess Purmita to be the sacrificial offering?" cut Ki Gandara.

Sawung Bulu just stared. His heart did not want his lover to be the offering of the devil.

"Look at Ki Brajananta, Sawung Bulu. Goddess Purmita is her daughter. Of course his love and affection surpasses yours. He also did not want his daughter to be a sacrifice, as well as other parents whose daughters became victims. We are all unwilling, sad, and eager to rebel. But the safety of the residents of Pasir Batang above everything else. We still have the power to curb the anger, even if it hurts you understand Sawung Bulu?" at length Ki Gandara gives understanding to his students who are overwhelmed with emotions.

Sawung Bulu fell silent. Subdued head. Those gentle and authoritative words touched her feelings. His heart felt dwarfed against Ki Gandara. It's so narrow in the eyes of his heart if he can't see the situation around. But his heart still whimpered and cried. Sawung Bulu is not willing and wants to rebel, but as a result the entire population of Pasir Batang will feel the wrath of King God Angkara.

Sawung Bulu increasingly not passionate to follow this conversation. His mind was confused and only focused on the beloved Goddess Purmita. Seven more days the girl will be the sacrificial offering of the King of Gods Angkara. The night is getting late. The talks continued despite the faltering.

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Rangga squirmed his body a few times. The sun was shining warmly from the Eastern horizon, waking him from a deep sleep last night. His eyes immediately looked forward, towards Pasir Batang village. With the knowledge of Voice Divisor, he had heard all the talk at Ki Brajananta's house last night.

Swordsman Rajawali Sakti then stood up, and again wriggled his body. He yawned widely while rubbing his eyes. After tidying up the clothes, Pendekar Rajawali Sakti stepped towards the main road of Pasir Batang village.

"Seven more days. Not a long time," murmured Rangga as he stepped.

Some of the residents had already started heading towards their fields. This morning life in Pasir Batang village went normal like nothing would happen. They seem to have become accustomed to the events of sacrificial offerings for the King of the Gods Angkara. Events that have been for years to take place so that it becomes an inevitable tradition again.

"Uh... Hungry too. I didn't eat last night! Where's the diner, huh?" Rangga muttered to himself while patting his stomach. His eyes are looking for if there is a restaurant that is open in the morning blind like this.

Somewhat annoyed also he, along the road that passed by did not see also the tavern while his stomach continued to flock to ask for fill. Rangga grumbled alone.

"sorry. Sir. Can ask?" Rangga intercepts a middle-aged man who runs into Riya.

"Oh, yes. May, Den," the middle-aged man observed Rangga from the head to the ends of the hair.

"Is there a diner in this village, sir?" ask Rangga.

"Oh, ada. Adena, Den. It's at the end of this corner of the road, right under the walnut tree."

"Thank you, sir."

"Together."

"Who is that young man, Mr Bolang?"

"Oh!" the middle-aged man who turned out to be named Mr. Bolang was surprised "Bikin just surprised you. Yum!"

"It looks like he's not our village man, sir?" Half a mumbled.

"Yes, like a traveler" said Mr. Bolang.

"Who's he looking for?"

"Dining shop" said Mr. Bolang. "Ah, stop! We'll have our luck in the fields."

The two men stepped in. "Seven more days, full moon yes, sir!" Ujang said after a long silence.

"Yes, the seventh full moon" replied Mr. Bolang slowly.

"Who, who would be the victim of the show later?"

"Obviously not my family. I don't have any more girls. Everyone is married" Mr. Bolang felt grateful that no one from his family was the victim

"For a long time can run out the girls in this village."

"Yes, don't think about it, Jang! We just work." said Mr. Bolang walking away.

Rangga aka Pendekar Rajawali Sakti sits facing a table full of food and drinks. His meal was calm, but the corner of his eyes had since noticed two young men sitting not far from his desk.

They are disciples of Padepokan Pasir Batang who wear all white and tight clothes, not Iain is Sawung Bulu. While the other was wearing a tight-fitting yellow ivory dress on the waist each tucked a short stick, with a gold ring in the middle. Rangga did not know them. But the conversation of the two young men caught his attention.

"Whatever happens, I have to fail that devil ceremony!" the voice of Sawung Bulu was somewhat depressed. "You may not approve of my resolve, Badara. But I need a friend to take down King God Angkara."

"Have you spoken to the teacher?" ask Badara.

"Free, your father would never approve. Especially Uncle. He was clearly opposed!"

"It's hard to agree to your good intentions, Sawung. I'm sure everyone won't support you."

"They're too resigned to fate. In fact, if we want to unite, the devil will not think twice about our village. They are also ordinary people like us. What to fear?"

"The King of the Gods Angkara was very powerful. Against his accomplices alone, all Padepokan students do not necessarily win. Do you remember the events in Kenanga village? The village also has Padepokan which is famous for its high-educated people. But in one night alone, the village was destroyed for defying the crazy offering! Moreover, we who only rely on Master Gandara's Father? I think it's a waste of your efforts, Sawung..."

Sawung Bulu took a deep breath. And there is also a point in Badara's words. Will Pasir Batang village be destroyed as well, just because one person feels not willing to be his lover made the sacrifice of King God Angkara? Only one person was saved, but sacrificed the entire village. Nah! Sawung Bulu shook his head.

Sawung Bulu did not want the entire population to be victims. But he also did not want Dewi Purmita lover was a victim. Sawung Bulu is really like eating simalakama fruit. All wrong.

"I understand how you feel, Sawung. You're not the only one who feels that. But this was already the will of the King of Gods Angkara. No one dared to oppose it. Be aware of that, Sawung," again Badara tried to resuscitate this fellow student.

"I will still be against. I will walk on my own behalf, and will not involve anyone from either Padepokan or the villagers!"

Although with a worried heart, Sawung Bulu remained in his stance. His resolve is round. Whatever will happen, he will have to face the demon God King Angkara!

"Sa...."

Badara had yet to continue his words, suddenly a spear struck right in the middle of their table. With simultaneously these two disciples of Pasir Batang Padepokan jumped in shock. Everyone in the restaurant was surprised. They knew the spear.

For those with little guts, run straight outside. In the restaurant, it was an average resident. Then with a flash the tavern became deserted. Sawung Bulu stared intently at that hltam spear.

"Okaya, the King of the Gods Angkara already knows," muttered Badara with a slightly pale face.

Rangga was still sitting in his place. He was more interested to know the continuation. His eyes could not help but look at the two young men who were still staring at the black spear. They looked handsome and handsome, but they trembled as well.

"Fleeve Swallows..," Badara's voice trembled.

"Go!" firmly Sawung Bulu. But his tone trembled a little.

Badara, who did not want to interfere, left. His feet had just stepped two acts suddenly a spear came back sliding and stuck right at the tip of his foot. Badara jumped in shock.

"You've made a disaster, Sawung Bulu!" Badara's a little upset.

The second spear that had come blocking his steps, had already touched his intent. There's no other choice. He's been indirectly involved in this mess. There was no way the King of Gods Angkara would give up a single life.

"Forced must be faced together," lamented Badara.

"Sorry, Badara!" said Sawung Bulu.

"Forget it!" sahut Badara's.

"Good!" suddenly a heavy voice sounded. "The disciples of Pasir Batang Padepokan apparently have guts too!"

The surprise of the two disciples of Pasir Batang Padepokan has not yet disappeared, suddenly from the roof of the tavern jumping four people dressed in all black with a picture of carcass flowers on the chest, red. In the middle is also a picture of a golden scorpion.

Four people, known as members of the King of Gods Angkara, stood around Sawung Bulu and Badara. Their faces were covered in a piece of black cloth, except for the eyes. Each holds two trident. A thrilling appearance.

"The King of the Gods Angkara is pleased to forgive, if you are quick to apologize" said one of the men wearing all-black clothing from head to toe.

"Why didn't the devil himself come? I don't need worms like you!" hum Sawung Bulu. For him there was no other choice but to continue with all his intentions against the devil.

"He.he..he.., your teacher is not necessarily able to defeat one of us."

"Devil! Killed you!" madam Badara heard her father insulted. His heart was hot for a moment.

Without saying much more, Badara immediately jumped up while pulling out his short stick. He attacked with mainstay moves to the one who mocked his father. Seeing that situation, Sawung Bulu did not want to miss. The fight is now running one on two.

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