Story of Maung Kulon

Train Tanding

Right after the Cakra Buana managed to master himself, suddenly from the direction he had been heading, appeared a tall man who was very handsome and handsome with a slightly high stocky posture. His face was white with a soothing look. His eyebrows are rather thick describing courage. She wears fancy clothes and wears a beautiful crown.

"Uncle .." said Cakra Buana rather startled. He immediately jumped in front of a man who was none other than his own uncle, Prabu Katapangan Krishna.

"I'm sorry Cakra. I have interrupted your training time," said Prabu Katapangan Kresna with a smile.

"No uncle, no. I should be the one apologizing for being so rude. I had dared to attack you, but really, I had no idea at all that the one who attacked me was uncle. If you know, I will definitely not do as before," said Cakra Buana while bowing respectfully, but soon awakened by Prabu Katapangan.

"You're totally innocent Cakra. You are doing your duty to protect yourself. I'm just testing you, it turns out that people's words about your greatness are not nonsense" he said, holding Cakra Buana's shoulder.

"Ah no uncle. People are overreacting. I'm not who they think I am,"

"There is no need for you to lie to your uncle" said Prabu Katapangan with a laugh.

The two then stepped closer to the two black round stones under the asem tree. They both sat there.

"Cakra, who really hurt you yesterday?" ask Prabu.

"Hemmm .. Cempaka Biru and Grandpa Bunchback uncle,"

"You fought with both of them?" Prabu Katapangan was shocked to hear the confession of Cakra Buana.

"Certain uncle. What's wrong with them?"

"No, it just feels weird. Both are people who have names in the martial world. They rarely appear if there are no significant events. But why suddenly they can appear, even together. There must be something behind all this" said Prabu Katapangan. His eyes looked far ahead.

"Uncle's guess is not wrong. Both of them came because there was something. And that something was me, myself,"

"You mean?" Prabu increasingly does not understand the words of Cakra Buana.

It turns out that the news of the competition held by Prabu Ajiraga Wijaya Kusuma, the king of the Kawasenan Kingdom, has not reached the ears of Prabu Katapangan. So that he does not know what Cakra Buana means.

"Actually some time ago, Prabu Ajiraga held a competition. Whoever catches me or brings my head before him will be given 10,000 gold pieces. And whoever succeeds in obtaining the God's Heirloom Sword that is now on me, then that person will be given an even greater reward,"

"Wait, what's the reason he wants you dead?"

"Because he already knew that I was the child who was entitled to occupy the king's seat and because I was a disciple of Eyang Resi Patok Pati. If it's a matter of the king's seat, they're afraid that someday I'll reclaim that right. And when it comes to teacher's eyes, maybe they're afraid I'm avenging my teacher's death. Because I know, that eye guru died in poison by their side,"

"Civilized. People really don't know the return. Though the merit of your teacher to the kingdom is no longer counted,"

"Hemmm .. Let uncle. It's free to talk about anything. Humans are like that. Man is always influenced by greed,"

"You're right Cakra. But, how is the competition related? Have you been constantly bullied by warriors who are interested in following the contest?"

"of course. Even some martial world grandfathers also contributed to this competition,"

"Huh? Aren't you kidding me?" Prabu Katapangan was shocked to hear the words of Cakra Buana just now. If it were true like that, of course his nephew was in lurking danger at all times.

"Do I look like I'm joking? I'm serious uncle. Some time ago I had a chance to clash with four grandfathers of green jungle. One of them got killed in my hand,"

In his heart, Prabu Katapangan praised the science of Cakra Buana. Although he himself had not seen it, but at least he had a little picture.

"I was helped by some uncles,"

"Goodoo. You have to deepen your knowledge again Cakra. Right now the land of Pasundan needs you. Don't let you die, how about I keep my Godly Sword in a safe place. At least this can reduce the risk,"

"Free uncle. They're still gonna be after me. My head is expensive. At least with the Godly Heirloom Sword always with me, I can use it if the conditions are really emergency" Cakra Buana said.

"You're right. Be careful in your every step. You must remember that you are the chosen one to unite Pasundan,"

"Good uncle,"

Prabu Katapangan silent for a moment. His eyes looked forward again, then shortly glanced at Cakra Buana. He said, "Cakra, uncle wants to know your prowess. You want to practice a match with uncle?"

Cakra Buana did not answer immediately. He hesitated a little. "Don't hesitate. It's just a sparring exercise. At first, there is no one here but the two of us" said Prabu Katapangan when he saw the doubt on his nephew's face.

"Then so good uncle. I'm willing," said Cakra Buana.

Prabu Katapangan nodded happily. He jumped first into a spacious place. Cakra Buana jumped. Now the two are facing. Their distance was at most only three spears adrift.

"Don't hesitate to unleash your Cakra abilities. As long as it's just practice, I'll serve you" said the king.

"Good uncle. I hope uncle is not generous to me either. I'm the young one for guidance" Cakra Buana said, bowing respectfully.

The atmosphere became quiet. The wild beast that had been noisy, had now disappeared. As if they already had a feeling that in that place there would be extraordinary match practice.

Cakra Buana and Prabu Katapangan Kresna still standing upright. The two secretly gather energy in order to protect the body from dangerous attacks. After finishing fortifying himself, Prabu Katapangan Krishna then gave a cue.

"Start …"

"Guard …"

"Guard …"

The two warriors shot out simultaneously. The two met in the middle and immediately fought blows in the air until landing. Prabu Katapangan Kresna has launched an attack in the form of punches or kicks that contain high energy.

On the other hand, Cakra Buana could only survive all of his uncle's attacks for now. Wherever the hands and feet of the prabu move, then there is an accomplice Cakra Buana ready to fend off.

"Guard …"

"Nrank …"

"Nrank …"

The prabu began to speed up his attack. His one hand he clenched firmly. While the other forms a solid site like a rock cliff. From those two hands, there was a high level of energy.

Cakra Buana is getting serious. He was no longer fooling around even though this was just practice. The Maung Kulon warrior was unwilling to disappoint his uncle who had believed completely.

"My turn uncle" cried Cakra Buana as the onslaught of Prabu Katapangan rained down on him.