Story of Maung Kulon

Meet the Thousand Hand Swordsman

The day goes by quickly. One year has passed again. During that time, Cakra Buana continued to wander without a destination. There were a few small fights he had been through.

Whether it's because it helps people, or it's he himself who has problems. In this age, especially in the martial world, every problem will be solved by fighting. Before anyone dies between the two men, the fight will never stop.

And during this odyssey, Cakra Buana has somehow experienced several defeats and victories. The grudge that had been ingrained in flesh, was a little bit avenged.

All that remains is a matter of great grudges and grudges against famous warriors, or those with great influence.

But besides that, of course, there are also many people who do not like Cakra Buana. I don't know how many people want to kill him, and I don't know how many people want to get rid of him.

It's still early today. Life has just begun. The villagers began to do their duty every day.

Some time ago, it turned out that Cakra Buana was already in the Land of Java. A country neighboring the Land of Pasundan. A country that he said was always turbulent. Both in politics, and in politics.

Since Cakra Buana had already been in the Land of Answer for several months and had gone to and fro, few of the martial world's people had known him.

Now he is in a restaurant. As usual, he always had breakfast. The money his uncle had given him had long since run out for his living. But even so, he can still get it again by working to help others.

The situation in the store is quite crowded. There were some warriors doing breakfast as well. From the looks of it, these people are not good people. But since Cakra Buana has no grudges with him, then of course he will not look for trouble.

After breakfast, he left the store. I don't know where he's going, which is clear he's going to go with his two legs.

While in the middle of a rather small and lonely road, Cakra Buana paused for a moment. He felt something strange. The young man looked around, but there was nothing suspicious.

Cakra Buana walked back, not far away from his feet, he again felt things like before.

This time Cakra Buana closed his eyes for a moment. He concentrated on using his abilities.

"You who are in the branches of the tree, come down. Don't just follow me. Please show me who you are" said Cakra Buana calmly.

For a moment there was no suspicious incident. But before long, sure enough, from an asem tree, a man wearing all-black clothes with a red belt, jumped and went down right in front of him.

"Do you still know me?" ask the new person who came.

Cakra Buana was silent for a moment. He looked at the man with great care. From top to bottom, he looked carefully.

"Uncle of the Thousand Hands?" cakra Buana asked a little surprised.

"Hahaha, finally you still recognize this old man," said the man who was none other than the Thousand-handed Swordsman.

The two laughed merrily, they hugged for a while to let go of the longing that had been soaked all this time.

"How did you know I was here?" ask Cakra Buana astonishment.

"Of course you know. Because anyone who is close to me, then I can find out where they are," replied the man all black.

"It seems I have to learn from you" said Cakra Buana full of laughter.

"Hahaha, you're this. How are you?"

"Okay, how's uncle?" ask Cakra Buana.

"Okay, but yeah this is how it is. I keep getting older, hahaha,"

"What about the others (the important people of the kingdom)?"

"They're good too. But I don't know for now, because I haven't been back in the kingdom for a long time" he said.

They returned to the scene while continuing their journey. In the middle of the road, the two continued to joke.

"Is uncle having a problem?" ask Cakra Buana.

"Right, I'm facing a problem. And the matter is quite complicated, which is why I'm looking for you. Because I feel sorry to ask for help from others. After all, your position is much closer," said the man.

"If you may know, what question is Uncle Lingga facing?" ask Cakra Buana to the Thousand Swordsman whose real name is Lingga.

"Who dares to slander you?"

"People from Wingit Pigeon College. I was slandered for killing one of the teachers there, and worse, the dead man was my own little friend,"

"Aishh, how did that happen?"

"I was visiting him in college, a few days I stayed there and nothing suspicious happened. But as soon as I left, the next day some college students came after me and thought that I had killed my sahabt,"

"In that case, something must be wrong. Maybe they wanted to destroy your name on purpose, uncle" said Cakra Buana.

"Maybe,"

"You explained everything?"

"It has. But they don't believe it, even they intend to kill me,"

"Hemm, if you may know, what were you talking about when you went there?"

"I told my best friend that there are some people who want to try to betray college,"

"Does your friend believe?"

"certain. He knows who I am, which is why he said he would investigate the matter. But unfortunately, before he acted, he died first,"

"Hemm, then, surely the one who betrayed him already knows everything. Therefore, in order to remove his bad tracks, he deliberately killed your best friend and slandered that you did it,"

"That's possible. But why didn't they just kill me?"

"Because they know where you have the knowledge" Cakra Buana said confidently.

The Thousand Hands Swordsman pensively. He seemed to be thinking about something, for a long time he was pensive so that several times Cakra Buana called him but was not answered.

"Uncle," he called a little tight.

"Eh, yeah, why?"

"I called you from earlier, you're still not listening,"

"Hahaha, I'm sorry prince. I was thinking,"

"What are you thinking?"

"I was thinking that this matter should be resolved immediately. There are a lot of other problems going on. The martial world in the Land of Pasundan again churned,"

"Hmm, I'm also facing some problems. But never mind, we better solve your problem first" said Cakra Buana.

"You want to help me?"

"Of course,"

"Thank you prince," he said, kneeling in salute.

"Here, don't be like this. I was covering myself. We better get to Wingit Pigeon School right now" Cakra Buana said.

"All right then. Let's follow me," said the Thousand Hands Swordsman.

Finished saying, the two people immediately went towards the South. Cakra Buana himself does not know the location of the college to be addressed. But for him it is not a problem, because helping people, let alone their own friends, for him it is an obligation.

To note, Wingit Merpati College is actually a middle-class college. The college stands on the southern border of Tanah Pasundan.

Merpati Wingit College is one of the colleges that are quite influential in the martial world and are in the free or middle class.

Cakra Buana and the Thousand Hand Swordsman use the science of lightening the body to get to its destination immediately. According to the all-black man, if there are no obstacles during the trip, it takes at least three days to get there.