Story of Maung Kulon

Four World Patrons

After feeling his body fresh fit, Cakra Buana immediately finished his bath. He began to put his clothes back on the black rocks.

The day started late afternoon. This means that the Cakra Buana has long soaked in the river. In fact, he himself felt that he had just plunged himself into the river.

I don't know, sometimes there's someone like that. There will always be someone who feels comfortable and calm in solitude so that they do not feel that time continues to run fast. Usually, they are people who actually have something that is not necessarily owned by humans in general.

The person will feel that solitude is more pleasant. They feel that loneliness is a crowd, and a crowd is loneliness. Maybe they do it because they feel like no one else understands them.

Are you among those who are happy in solitude from the crowd?

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A month of the "catastrophe" in the Duchy of Ciporoan has passed. During that month, more and more chaos occurred in various Pasundan tatar areas. Be it robbery, rape, kidnapping, and so on. In fact, all of these actions do not reflect human behavior at all. It is even more appropriate to call it animal behavior.

But that's the real fact. In fact, all these events have become "heritable traditions" on this earth. Those who do so are a pack of demons incarnated in human form.

As the saying goes, there is night and day. Likewise in the world of peace. In every chaos, there are always noble warriors who liberate the people from disaster. The warrior always helps the weak and oppressed selflessly.

So they have a fragrant name in the eyes of the people. On the contrary, while the rulers had a bad image in the eyes of their own people. This happens because the people assume that the rulers cannot guarantee the welfare of the people.

They are more self-centered than their people. From day to day, the turmoil that occurs in the Pasundan tatar is getting bigger.

But the most horrendous was the news about the spread of the God's Heirloom Sword which is now held by a young swordsman named Cakra Buana.

The news continues to be heard to the corners of the country. In fact, the current name Cakra Buana can be called as a fugitive of the whole country. Because some time ago, Prabu Ajiraga Wijaya Kusuma spread the announcement of the competition to the corners of Pasundan.

"Whoever will he be, for him who has captured the Sword of God's Heirloom and at the same time brings its owner, Cakra Buana, alive or dead, then the person will get a reward of 10,000 gold pieces. In addition, he will also be given several other prizes such as a position of power,"

About that's the contents of the contest announcement letter made by Prabu Ajiraga Wijaya Kusuma which was then disseminated by the soldiers of Kawasenan Kingdom.

The result of the competition was great. Not only are they warriors who move, not even a few ordinary people who want to try to follow the competition.

So that every day, even every time, Cakra Buana must always be vigilant. He should always stick his ears sharp. Anytime and anywhere, his life could be threatened.

Fortunately, for the past month, the ones trying to kill Cakra Buana were those warriors who had low-level intelligence, so it was not too difficult to fight them all.

Currently, the Swordsman Maung Kulon, aka Cakra Buana, is sitting under a large kiara tree on the edge of the ravine on a hill called Pasir Luhur. The day is still early, so it is very suitable to enjoy the beauty of the sunrise from the top of this Sublime Sand hill.

Cakra Buana's gaze looked far ahead. Breaking through the mega to the far. His mind was constantly raging, the events he had been going through for the past month, always lingering in his mind.

Cakra Buana muttered to himself. He wondered what had happened recently. The young man in white already felt a great deal of harm to the innocent. Although he rarely killed ordinary people who followed the contest, but if he often hurt, what difference does it make?

Either way, Cakra Buana is a human being. His heart screamed when every time it had to kill another person. Although it is one of the obligations of a swordsman, killing is still a prohibited act.

If he said he was able, it would be certain that Cakra Buana would leave the martial world right now. Or even he would just throw away the God Heirloom Sword. So that he does not need to worry about himself who is always in the pursuit of people.

If he could, he would rather live to be an ordinary person. Be a farmer for example. So that he can enjoy and live more how beautiful life is.

But unfortunately, that wish is very unlikely to be accomplished, at least for now.

Destiny says something else. God has written down the terms for the life of Cakra Buana.

Inevitably, disliking, he had to accept fate as a swordsman.

"Hahhh .." Cakra Buana sighed heavily.

"Let's go, maybe this is my way of life. The path of life is filled with the fight of life and death, or perhaps the path of life that is always full of blood" he murmured himself.

In the end, after pondering for some time until the morning sunlight had hit his body, Cakra Buana decided not to regret what he had done so far.

After all, he did everything on the basis of good intentions. He will not kill if he is not threatened with death. He would not bother if he was not disturbed. He did it all for one purpose. That is to achieve the unity of the land of Pasundan.

Cakra Buana then stood up. He intends to continue his journey back. The all-white young man wanted to get to Tunggilis Kingdom as soon as possible.

He could not bear to see the people become victims of the rottenness of the rulers. It feels, Cakra Buana is eager to tear apart or even destroy the Kawasenan Kingdom alone. Unfortunately, this is not easy, or even impossible.

But before the Cakra Buana stepped on its feet, suddenly, six unknown people sprang up from behind the bushes.

Shortly after, four old men reappeared. Currently, the number of people blocking Cakra Buana are ten people. Everyone dressed up as warriors.

The warrior Maung Kulon was distressed by the aura coming out of the four warriors or old figures. Especially from the clothes they wore, Cakra Buana seemed to recognize who the four old figures were.

When a moment of remembering, the more surprised he was when he already knew who the four old figures were.

"Four grandfathers of the martial world. Pimply. If this is the way, I can die here" muttered Cakra Buana. He became extremely daunted when he realized who the four old figures were.