Story of Maung Kulon

Who Dares Kill My Horse?

Night had arrived, Cakra Buana and the Thousand-handed Swordsman had just finished their dinner. When they finished, the two entered the room. Because the rooms in this inn were full, Cakra Buana and the Thousand Swordsman were forced to sleep together.

The room was not large, only of medium size. Seen the room was well maintained. Although it is simple, but the room provides comfort. Originally the Thousand Hand Swordsman wanted to reserve a special room for Cakra Buana. Given that the all-white young man was a prince.

But Cakra Buana refused it. He often sleeps anywhere. Sometimes in the woods, in trees, or even in rickety old huts.

The two are now sitting on the floor of the kamai which is based on a board. The atmosphere of the room was dimly lit because it was only illuminated by a kerosene torch. The Thousand Hand Swordsman had yet to find out what information Cakra Buana had obtained earlier, so he decided to ask.

"Prince, what were the five people talking about? I'm very curious," said the Thousand Swordsman who had been haunted by curiosity.

"Before, did uncle know where the White Eagles College was located?" ask Cakra Buana.

"I know where. Because before serving in the kingdom, I was also very fond of wandering," replied the Thousand-handed Swordsman.

"What do you know about White Eagles?"

"All I know is that it is a border college between Kawasenan Kingdom and Tunggilis Kingdom. It is located under the foot of Mount Kapol. The school is led by an old man named Lakapati. He is known by the nickname Grandpa Rajawali. And clearly, this college is in white," said the Thousand Hand Swordsman explained about the White Royal College that he knew.

"Hemm .. it turned out so. The five people were the Spoon Serpent College people. They were planning to attack the White Eagles College. And from the information I got, they've kept their men at White Eagles College. Most likely the members they put in the college have the duty to deliver the poison,"

"Then the problem is, this is the prince's department,"

"That's how,"

"What are you going to do, prince?"

"We help them. You're an old man in the martial world, I think Grandpa Rajawali knows your uncle. We're going there to tell you this" said Cakra Buana.

"Well, when are we going there?"

"Fastly. Uh, did Uncle Katapangan not say that he should deliver the letter within a few days?"

"No, you just calm down. We are given one week late. Anyway, there's you coming with me. So even if it's a little late, I don't think it's a problem" said Pendekar Seribu Diri.

"Then, tomorrow morning we leave for White Royal College. We have to help them, who knows in the future can establish cooperation" said Cakra Buana.

"I followed what the prince said" said the Thousand Hands Swordsman.

As the two were busy talking about tomorrow's plans, Cakra Buana heard the sound of people walking on the roof of her room. As fast as lightning, Pendekar Maung Kulon came out through the window and climbed up on the tile.

But as soon as he arrived at the top, he found no one.

'Hemm .. who has stolen the chat. I'm sure there are two people, but who they are, even the science of lightening his body is also good. Are they the people of the Spoon Serpent College?' inner Cakra Buana wondered as she looked around.

Before long, the Thousand Hand Swordsman followed Cakra Buana nakk to the top of the tile. He did not understand looking at the behavior of Cakra Buana who was like a confused person.

"What's the prince?" ask the Thousand Hands Swordsman.

"But there is no prince here. Let's get in, maybe just your feelings,"

"Eitherway. Let our uncle come in," Cakra Buana asked while thinking about who the eavesdropping person was.

After returning to the room, the Thousand Swordsman soon fell asleep. Maybe he was exhausted. Cakra Buana cannot sleep. The warrior Maung Kulon was thinking about who the two people were. Even until the rooster crowed, Cakra Buana still could not close his eyes.

By morning, his gut feeling said something had happened. What the premonition was was was still uncertain, which was clearly the premonition about bad feelings.

The Thousand stone Hand Swordsman woke up as the sunlight shined down on his room. While Cakra Buana still can not sleep even though he has closed his eyes.

"Prince, aren't you sleeping?" asked the Thousand Hand Swordsman when he saw that Cakra Buana's eyes were slightly red.

"I can't sleep uncle. My premonition says something has happened," Cakra Buana replied honestly.

"Hahhh .." The Thousand Hands Swordsman sighed. "I'll clean up the prince first, after breakfast later we will immediately go to White Royal College,"

"Good uncle. You just clean yourself up, I'm later," said Cakra Buana.

The Thousand Hands Swordsman nodded, then he went to clean himself up. While Cakra Buana is still thinking about who the person who was on the tile last night. After the two cleaned themselves up, they then headed downstairs to order breakfast.

Even though it was still morning like this, but the atmosphere in the store was quite crowded. Other traders have opened their stalls, some have even opened aqpqulmua since before the rooster crowed.

Cakra Buana and the Thousand Hand Swordsman sat at a table near the entrance of the tavern. Before their food came, suddenly from the outside there was someone running in a hurry to get to him.

"Master, sorry sir. Is the master the owner of the white horse and the brownish black horse?" ask the man who looks like a horse keeper.

"True, my uncle and I own our second owner. What's wrong with both of our horses?" ask Cakra Buana.

"Anu mister .. anu, it's better that you guys come with me for a moment" he said slightly trembling in fear.

Cakra Buana and the Thousand Hands Swordsman followed the horse guard from behind. The horsekeeper took him to the back of the inn, for there the horses of the visitors were taken care of by the horse keeper.

"Is this really the horse of both masters?" ask once again the horse guard, this time the hot and cold sweat poured down. His face even turned slightly pale.

Cakra Buana did not answer. He was shocked to see his horse and the Thousand Swordsman's were killed. His feeling really happened. Both horses died. Both men loved the horses very much.

Cakra Buana clenched her hands hard. His teeth were rustling and the veins instantly stood out. Seeing the Cakra Buana thus, the horsekeeper grew more fearful. In fact he was immediately berlutu in front of Cakra Buana and the Swordsman of the Thousand Hands.

"I'm sorry, master swordsman, sorry. I ... I really don't know anything. Forgive me," said the horsekeeper somewhat pleading.

"Uncle, wake up first. Come with us to eat," asked the Thousand Swordsman while glancing towards Cakra Buana who was replied with a slow nod.

Who would dare kill my horse? Motherfucker. I will not spare the man who killed my beloved horse, ' Cakra Buana's mind slightly suppressed his anger.