Story of Maung Kulon

The White Rajawali College

Inevitably the two men stood in accordance with the words of Cakra Buana. Both of them looked even more frightened when they looked at the eyes of the all-white young man. The eyes of the Swordsman Maung Kulon are like a sword that can stab at the heart of a man.

"Tell me the truth, who killed my horse?" ask Cakra Buana. His eyes are still sharp.

"Anu, sir, anu …"

"What anu?" the Cakra Buana.

"Pardon me, that did not do us sir. But, but ... the culprits are our friends named Ladu Welang and Dadi Awug," said one of them.

"Who are Ladu Welang and Dadi Awug? Are still those Snake College Spoons?"

"Really and. They're master teachers,"

"Hemm deserves to be brave. What you said yesterday about the plan to attack the White Eagles, is it true?"

Both silent. They were afraid to answer the question Cakra Buana just now.

"That's .. euu .. anu sir,"

"Reply answer. Don't you want to see the world anymore?" threaten Cakra Buana while strangling the necks of the two people.

"Don't sir. Golly, geez. Okay, we'll say it. What you heard yesterday is true, we're going to attack White Royal College,"

"Hemm, when will the attack take place?"

"Two more days, counting from today,"

"Are your words trustworthy?"

"Surely sir. We dare not lie, really," he assured Cakra Buana.

"Good then, now go. Don't come back here, if you don't obey me, don't blame me for being cruel" Cakra Buana said.

"Okay sir, fine. We're leaving now" said the man and left.

Cakra Buana then approached the Thousand Swordsman who had just watched it. He was sitting casually under a slightly inclined coconut tree.

"What did you get the prince?" ask the Thousand Hands Swordsman.

"I got important information. Uncle, if we leave now for White Royal College, when will we arrive?"

"Morning day. Yes, the afternoon. That's even if you ride a horse and if there's no obstacle,"

"Alright, then please find two horses, for me and for you. We need to get there right now. For two more days Serpent College Spoon will attack White Royal College. We don't have time anymore, we have to go there immediately to tell us about this heinous plan" Cakra Buana said.

"Good prince. Then I go find a horse first" said the Thousand Hands Swordsman.

Cakra Buana nodded. He was waiting alone under the coconut tree. After about a drink of tea later, the Thousand Swordsman had already returned with two horses. This time it was all black. Looks haunted and dashing.

"Sorry prince, I can only bring you a dark horse. There are no white horses,"

"No problem uncle. Let's go now" said Cakra Buana as he mounted his new horse.

"Good,"

Both were beating horses. Two horses galloped down the forest and village streets. Along the way, Cakra Buana and the Thousand Hand Swordsman saw the lives of the people who had enough. The two had already nearly entered the border village between the two kingdoms.

Towards the afternoon just when the sunlight turned red copper, Cakra Buana and the Thousand-handed Swordsman just arrived at the destination village. Both of them chose to go to the diner and took a break.

The shop is just a small shop. Cakra Buana and the Thousand Hand Swordsman entered the tavern and directly ordered food.

"Okay sir,"

While waiting for food to come, the two had told me some things related to White Royal College. According to the Thousand Hand Swordsman, the distance to the college was near. So they can relax a little to fill the stomach first.

As told earlier, White Eagles College is famous because of the nickname of its great teacher who is quite famous in the martial world. Grandpa Rajawali is known as an old figure who upholds the truth and most opposed to evil.

In his youth, Grandpa Rajawali already had a decent intelligence. So that many green forest people are amazed by him, especially he is famous as a selfless swordsman.

Grandpa Rajawali is famous for his "Head Wing King" style that is able to fly rocks and even fly trees to the roots. Unfortunately, he had long since retreated from the martial world, and chose to create a college that is now known as White Royal College.

But even so, the green jungle people still respected him. Although Grandpa Rajawali is famous for the greatness of his knowledge, but if there are many attacks, then the story is different.

This is what makes the Thousand Hands Swordsman and Cakra Buana worried. Because in an attack, it will certainly take a lot of lives.

After the two finished eating, they immediately continued on their way back. It didn't take long to arrive at the college, just as the new sun was sinking, Cakra Buana and the Thousand-handed Swordsman arrived at the gate of White Royal College.

The school is a middle class college. The building is not very large, only medium-sized. According to the information, White Eagles College had only around seventy students.

The gate was guarded by four disciples. Everyone shone a sword on his back. Cakra Buana and the Thousand Hand Swordsman descend from the horse to give in.

"Sampurasun .." said Cakra Buana.

"Rampes. I'm sorry sir, what's the need for this afternoon to our college?" ask one of the gatekeepers.

"There's something important we want to say to your master teacher. Please allow us to meet with him" said the Thousand Hands Swordsman.

"Sorry before, who are these gentlemen?"

"Ah, sorry. I forgot to introduce myself, it was rude. Introduce, people call me the Thousand Hands Swordsman, and this is my nephew, Cakra Buana," he explained while hiding the identity of Cakra Buana.

"Ah, it turns out that two famous warriors. Let's go in. It just so happened that the teacher was in the back room" said the gatekeeper's student.

The two were then escorted by a disciple to the place of intent. When entering, it was seen that the students were doing afternoon exercises with several teachers. Cakra Buana and the Thousand Hand Swordsman are directly in between to meet Grandpa Rajawali.

"Excuse me, sorry teacher, someone wants to meet" the gatekeeper said.

"Hemm, who's that guy?"

"They claimed to be named Cakra Buana and the Swordsman of the Thousand Hands. He said there's something important to talk about,"

"Have them come here" asked Grandpa Rajawali.

The disciple nodded, then went outside to meet his two guests. After obtaining permission, Cakra Buana and the Thousand-handed Swordsman entered the room.

There was a man about seventy years old sitting looking at Mount Kapol accompanied by a cup of bitter coffee. His body was rather tall, his muscular remains when young were still clearly visible. His face was quite handsome with long hair passing over his shoulders and in pigtails. The old man was wearing white clothes with the eagle emblem on the front and back. He was Grandpa Rajawali. Cakra Buana and the Thousand Tanga Swordsman then gave their greetings to him.

"Sampurasun .." said the Thousand Hands Swordsman.

"Rampes" answered Grandpa Rajawali and turned his body.

"Ah, it turns out that I have two famous warriors. Sit down" said the old man.

"Thank you uncle,"

The three then sat on a round bench made from the trunk of a fairly large asem tree.

"I'm sorry, according to my students, you brought something important. If you may know, what is meant?" ask Grandpa Rajawali without further ado.