The Black Pirates

CH. 38 – Exercise Methods Given By Qaisha

Cloud particles are cloudy. The wind was calm. The ocean, moreover, never ask about something that is not in the textbook. This age is bitter. The feeling is very common, will not hurt. His face was tired already, a burning pain in the heat of the fire thousands of kilometers in the mind.

A terrible black fire. The heart was tossed in the distance.

“They're talented kids.” Qaisha muttered slightly with a saliva gulp holding back the thirst. Hot weather, imagine that there were very few trees growing there. Can't clear the air with the view there.

The current Qaisha continued to notice the movements of the three of them. Special glowing face guessed. One by one the movements were noticed in more detail with a burning spirit in his soul. Haha.

“It feels like the only time I've ever looked at a student directly like you. Some of my students back then, almost all of them were not good at digesting all the directions I gave, but the three of you are different from all of them.”

Qaisha gave a speech that inadvertently made Tabra grow excited when she heard it. This is the words of a teacher who gives encouragement.

That's enough to make him a good class coward. Diving at the base of no man. Breathe out to drown.

“Of course, we are special. You just found out!” Tabra.

“Tabra, you're too confident!” Aisha answered tightly, not liking.

Tabra laughs. “Indeed here I am, confidence is certain. You have to be confident to keep moving into the future!”

“Truely so, Akma?” tanya Tabra looked at her with a warm look.

Aisha crossed hands, giving a flat face. “Heleh. Basic you—”

“Already, already. You two go ahead, don't argue, I'll jewel your ears.” Akma Jaya.

“Hahaha, here jewel!” Tabra sticking out her tongue. Then running. “Come, come after me, Akma!”

Tabra ran, waving. His hands were amazingly moving crazily, laughing.

“Eh, Tabra. Wait, I'm going to do you!”

Akma Jaya ran after him. Tabra repeatedly turned to laugh, running like the wind.

“You won't be able to catch up with me, Akma!” Tabra exclaimed with a happy face. The run is getting faster.

Akma Jaya is trying to catch up. Runs. Yeah—larinya fast enough to speed up the run until his breath is now gushing. Tired, tired and mixed feelings at that time. Tabra did not stay still in place, seeing Akma Jaya his spirit grew to keep running and laughing. Laughing at Akma Jaya who can't catch up to him at all.

“As usual, Akma. Your run is slow and not fast like me, if there is a running race I must be the champion!” Tabra exclaimed with a silly look.

Beuh, bad. That's how they are now running to and fro. Qaisha daritadi was silent and seemed busy watching them. A moment of sound. They both looked as if they understood when they heard Deheman's voice.

Akma Jaya facing the takzim. With a guilty face. “Sorry, we were wrong.”

“Force us. We both admit guilt.” Only he stood facing.

That is the voice of Akma Jaya admitting her mistake. Different from Tabra who are filled with suspicion. “Maclum, different age.”

“If the running thing feels guilty, you're champion one, Akma. No one matches you in this, including me who has run as fast as the wind.”

He's late. Akma Jaya first gave a respectful attitude. Their training is delayed and fun running around.

Tabra laughed approaching. “Qaisha, please understand our behavior.” He bowed with a takzim temperament.

“You need to know, we are currently still in training. And I hope you all understand the meaning of how seriousness and seriousness are very important in learning and all kinds of things you face, you must be good at sorting and choosing things. With a firm attitude and dare to make a decision, you will be ready to face this strange world.”

Qaisha spoke firmly and she felt an aura of tenderness present on her. His face looked calm.

Stared at. Incredible, tomorrow or later to fall to the times to know the taste. Gosh gosh? Chaotic even though stared as if it had been destroyed by the tenth or twentieth pole of meaning, also nestapa who was present blindly nirvana said.

“In so many events and love caresses that did not arrive. You guys know there's a lot of weird stuff in this world?” Qaisha talk.

Tabra elbowed Akma Jaya's arm, whispering into the ear. “Hei, Akma Jaya. You understand what he said?”

“No. Listen, he's our teacher now. You should listen to it.”

“Hahs. I'm tired of hearing him talk like that, you know, back in our village. That old grandpa who was lecturing sucks.”

“Hussh... you two.” Aisha stopped them.

Qaisha knew the three of them were indeed not focused on learning. “Don't think of anything I said before. Sometimes some time I often lose control of saying sentences, maybe this is an old habit when singing.”

“Wah, you can cheer, Teacher?” Tabra was happy to hear it.

“Try to show us, teacher. We want to hear it.” Aisha said beside Tabra.

“Now I have no interest in singing out a note, maybe at a later time. When that time comes, we will be able to together start the tone of the verse with a smile and a laugh.”

Tabra has a lethargic face. “Yeah—then, yes it's okay. We like whatever you say, do not dispute it.”

“Other times I'll cheer for all of you, but not for now. How about the exercise we connect?”

Qaisha asked. The three children nodded in agreement after hearing it.

“Alright, we will start the next exercise with physical test practice of sword fight and fight matches so that when you can face the enemy, not afraid and undaunted in fighting against him. You're both. Tabra and Akma Jaya will prepare against me and Aisha you are quite a spectator and pay enough attention to us.”

The three of them agreed with this. A face with enthusiasm. The waves also smashed by the wind and clouds on the surface of the horizon look beautiful.

***

Stand up upright position. Staring at the thousandth daydream of a vacuum million. Soul rebar. Hope one that formed the determination and spirit of life all this time. Soul and soul. Taste and Taste. Messed up. Alive. Exhaustion. Hollowly. The great umpteenth of taste in burning the body. A life that is filled with tears. Shouting for help.

“Akma Jaya's. Sailing through a sea of thousands of castes is not as easy as you think. I know you want to sail, but it can't justify whether you're worth it or not in this.”

Captain Lasha was honest with a ferocious attitude. Approach. Slaps. Akma Jaya bounced far into the sand. At the end of the beach with a bright sheen plastered in front of his eyes.

Sad feeling present. Life is sometimes confusing. Why are there tears? Why are there cries that tear the soul. Upset and so on piled up in the chest, sipping in all shades of hollow, gray. The black and the whole stanza that never reaped its meeting point.

Here's hope. The choppy ocean formed a roll of paper. Beautiful glow with the reflection of the sun.

Sometimes some feelings do not give more in the soul. In the grief that drains in the dam. Come on, isn't this easy? Isn't this hard? Or what? Why and why? This happens in the umpteenth of despair that tears in so many deep wounds of divorce.

Poetry. Meaningless stuff in this? “Dad, you know what I haven't known. Explain today what's the reason why you didn't let me sail?”

“It's not clear. You're a piece of trash who doesn't deserve to be a pirate. The trash that doesn't deserve the title of pirate. You better help your mother there who is busy with flowers that she takes care of every day.”

“Dad, you know a lot of things there. Can you explain a little bit about what happened, about the various events there?”

“Enough, Akma!” Captain Lasha looked at Sangar, especially sangar.

The father's figure does not at all reflect the father's true figure living in fear.

The past is proliferating in Akma Jaya's brain. At first glance the question that until now has not been answered by him, why can a father do that to him? Wh why? The past appears uninvited.

***

“Hei, Akma. You daydreaming?” Tabra patted Akma Jaya's head slightly hard.

“Eh? Yes.”

“Don't be busy daydreaming, did you hear what the teacher said?”

“Then I heard. Obviously, I heard it.” Akma Jaya replied with a straightforward smile.

“Ayo, fast. Our training will begin.”

They both ran to Qaisha's place first there. Aisha is in the shade of a shady coconut tree. Cool with the wind. With a glance, the face looks like a sheen of color at the end of the afternoon. Beautiful with a charming face. The whistle of birds that squealed in the sky, also hope that at that time hung with the sunset.

Swords in their hands. Akma Jaya and Tabra sat briefly with a compact smile. Sighs deeply to dare without fear. And about that, illustrated with the millions of despair and superfantastic that they stared at.

“We won't sacrifice many weapons, will we?” Tabra talk.

“No, Tabra. We are not training, but honing our skills in style.”

“Hahaha, you could have joked.”

“Of course I'm not joking, you see with your own eyes about my very great ability.”

Tabra laughed again. “Do you really have the ability?”

“Sure, I have. You never saw me train this long?”

“It seems like indeed I have never seen you train, alone?”

“Iya, I trained alone. At midnight, since that day I've been practicing.”

***

Akma Jaya explained. In the past, he trained hard at night, not even knowing the weather was either rainy or not. The cold night wind, the slash of the sword was blindly attacking.

Time has passed. Qaisha gives a lesson. The clock on the interest in a fight, goes on.

The word is spoken as a teacher. While the debate continued, Qaisha repeatedly advised. Tabra had no choice.

Tabra nodded. Akma Jaya. Aisha followed the impact of nodding. Inwardly, the voice blames Tabra who started it first.

That's Aisha who doesn't like to stare at Tabra now. Different much the same Akma Jaya who does not know anything.

Moreover, it feels like they have just learned today, also do not understand about seriousness, what seriousness is like.

“The three of you must know in learning anything you must have a strong determination to be serious and serious in listening and in the true sense you must not take it lightly and busy yourself. Also playing around with something that makes you fun yourself to subconsciously make you out of the lesson and become unfocused.” Qaisha explained.

Hopefully, the three children will understand the meaning of his words. Aisha raised her hand. “Teacher, this is all Tabra's fault. Because he was the one who started it first.”

“Eh? I—aku?” Tabra chokes. It was as if there was dust in his nose.

Aisha glaring. “Yes, you're the one who started it first!”

“Enak only, download carelessly!” Tabra ruffled waist. Exactly Akma Jaya in the middle they sighed.

“Haduh, you guys are not in an endless fight. Come on, make up so be more familiar don't fight each other. You two are brothers!” Akma Jaya.

Intercede between their debates. The figure of Akma Jaya is no more considered them as a figure. Aisha did not accept Tabra's treatment before.

“All this is indeed the wrong Tabralah. Because he started it first!” Aisha continued to talk alone.

With an innocent attitude, Aisha complained to Qaisha the figure of the teacher who was now just speechless and busy paying attention. More precisely Qaisha had not given any response regarding Aisha's words.

Tabra sighed. “Alright, this is all my fault. Whahuh? Satisfied now!”

“Heleh. Admitting wrong, but your tone sounds insincere!”

“Ikhlas or not, you don't need to know!”

Tabra shrugged her shoulders. “Ya, already!”

Qaisha returned to the heart. “The two of you since I've noticed it seems like a fight. And this you need to know the quarrel is reasonable, but preferably after the quarrel is over, you must quickly make up so as not to widen the problem to various things.”

“I used to wander around a lot of places to places. I found all kinds of things and often at that time I met a fight that happened and thankfully not for a long time. I could expect twenty-four hours a day and afterwards they forgive each other and in that case it seems somehow so I like.”

“What I liked was the moment that I remembered and felt the impression that I remember until now. Even when I look at you two as if I'm back to the past with Kaira.”

Qaisha explained. He said that now he reached the point of his experience first, remembered again.

“Hmmm ... Past time.” Tabra answered flatly. “What is it?”

Qaisha smile. “The past is events that have passed, sometimes often come and approach you when your mind flies to the corners of the region and various kinds of charm.”

Tabra heard him not understanding. Slight cringing. “Hmmm ...”

“Hmmm ...” Akma Jaya just doesn't understand.

Aisha moreover. “Hmmm ...”

CRICK! CRICK! CRICK!

Qaisha scratch the head. “Hihi, you don't understand.”

“Hmmm ...” Tabra stared hard.

Qaisha looked at understand. “Looks like we should continue training, talk too much. Later there will be a lot of confusion and forgive me for my inability to adjust the conversation to your age.”

“Yosh, it's time we practice!” Tabra. Akma Jaya is happy. Aisha is the same, they are excited.

Back training they do. Qaisha continues to provide direction and learning that is fairly well digested by all of them.

Even now the swing of the sword Akma Jaya began to improve, tirelessly trying to restore the ability of his sword, he said, while Qaisha now continues to focus on training Aisha who is still unfamiliar with the weapons in her hands.

A few minutes went by as if it had passed very quickly. Tiredness filled the atmosphere. Sweaty Tabra poured out, Qaisha stared at understandably.

The figure of the teacher understood the fatigue that his student was experiencing.

“It looks like this exercise, we've just got here! You have tried hard, rest so that your fatigue is gone!”

After saying that, Qaisha left, giving them time to rest.

Akma Jaya and Tabra. Also Aisha, the three of them rested from fatigue after training and regardless of fatigue, the three of them breathed a sigh of relief because Qaisha gave a rest that seemed to understand the situation they were in.

***

The next day. The sun was shining beautifully, breathing deeply. Even the peaceful and serene air that feels, even charming. The three of them now return to training, Qaisha gives them three cards in three colors consisting of red, green and yellow.

The three cards are a sign that they are officially students of Daida Academy, the three cards are symbols that show courage, toughness and happiness.

Qaisha has given it. One at a time is dealt with the same number, three cards. Each holds three cards.

Tabra felt confused, for a moment scratched his head. “What card is this?” the question was plain to Qaisha.

“And why did you give this card to us?” Tabra was confused by what Qaisha had given her.

Three cards. Red, green and yellow. Three cards he now holds. Wonderful? Why the teacher gave the card. There was no explanation, before Qaisha had just given it.

Qaisha cleared slowly. “These three cards are symbols of Daida Academy, the three of you are already officially my students!”

“Three cards have their own meaning behind their color. Red has the meaning of courage, green toughness and yellow happiness. You have held three magic cards that you must remember anytime and anywhere that you have officially become a student of Daida Academy.”

“Although now you guys are not training in the academy, but your spirit is still the same as my students in the Daida academy used to be. Ever-increasing spirit.”

The three of them were happy to hear it. It's too beautiful to talk about more. They continued their training a little differently than usual.

Spirit certainly. Plus Qaisha gave the three methods of training to the three of them. After it was decided by her Aisha got the first method in training. The second method was obtained Tabra then Akma Jaya in the third method.

“For Aisha, you will shoot the coconut fruit that one of the crew dropped from the top of the coconut tree. Cleverly aim at the target.” Qaisha gave Aisha a way of training, such a way of training was very helpful to aim at the target precisely and quickly.

“As for Tabra, you will train on board and the ship will be rocked by the crew. You should be able to balance yourself there while slashing and moving the sword.”

Qaisha provided a way of training for Tabra, a way of training that was very useful so that Tabra could adapt to the fight in the middle of the waves.

“Then for Akma Jaya, you will practice in the sea water. Practice your hand movements and your ability to hold a weapon.”

Qiasha provided such a way of training so that Akma Jaya could adapt to the fight in the water. A slightly complicated ability. It is rarely found with one eye. This is actually as an amplifier he said to restore the ability of the Akma Jaya sword that had been lost somewhere.

The three of them started the training method given by Qaisha. One by one began to move with determination and passion.

“You all have to remember in the fight the main thing is to be focused and alert, as Captain Lasha said strength without ability is rubbish. And most importantly do not let your guard down!” Qaisha exclaimed as she gave directions to the three of them.

Akma Jaya was a little lost when she heard her father's name called Qaisha. Tabra was holding a gun.

“Baaiiiklah!” The three of them answered Qaisha's call together.

Akma Jaya enters the sea. Swinging the sword there, the distress experienced by Akma Jaya was only one about breathing. Sometimes it comes to the surface for a short breath and then continues the exercise.

Meanwhile, Tabra was on a staggered ship, unable to swing a sword. Different again Aisha who has begun to get used to holding the weapon firmly and correctly because Qaisha seems to be focusing on Aisha training.

Now, Aisha has managed to shoot three coconuts dropped by the crew from the coconut tree. One by one they were shot. Aisha cheered cheerfully, it didn't take long for her.

Qaisha looked to pay attention to the training of the three of them. “It seems there is progress for Aisha, while Akma Jaya and Tabra, they both have no progress.”

Qaisha holds chin. “I don't think this is bad either. Just two days, they have been growing rapidly like that.”

After focusing on Aisha's training. Now, Qaisha is back on the road wanting to focus the exercises on Tabra who is overwhelmed by the ship's sway.

“Tabra, for you strengthen the footing and install the horses!” Qaisha exclaimed as he approached Tabra.

“Horses?” Tabra is confused, scratching her head. “Eh, if you are talking better clear talk, I do not understand.”

Right too, Qaisha muttered staring. “Tabra, the horses are body supports so as not to waver, like this.”

Qaisha did an example move. Tabra took a serious look, tried it immediately. One time failed. Failed twice. Three times still failed, not giving up.

“Alright, I'll try it again, again and again!” Tabra replied as she continued trying to strengthen her footing.

Qaisha. Until the tenth time Tabra tried and now also managed to get used to it.

Even now his footing had been strengthened. Slowly Tabra again swung the sword in the midst of the powerful swaying of the ship. The footing of Tabra is now solid. As powerful as it seems it will not overwhelm him, now getting used to it.

Qaisha was still paying attention. “It looks like Tabra is getting used to the exercises I gave her. It's good, it turns out he also has talent and it didn't take long for him to digest what I've learned.”

Qaisha muttered happily. The brothers now if seen more carefully. Their movement and training have both improved. Now Qaisha looked towards Akma Jaya. Approaching in the style of hands folded backwards.

Akma Jaya is still there. Swinging sword. Keep trying and keep trying.

Akma Jaya has difficulty in her training. Qaisha shouted out loudly. “Akma Jaya, keep trying and keep your movement. Follow the flow of water around you!”

Akma Jaya tried the direction Qaisha had given. Slowly he must have begun to master the movement and follow the flow of water around him.

However, Akma Jaya breathing is still limited, momentarily going up to the beginning to take a breath and then returning to continue his training in the water.

Qaisha continued to pay attention to the practice of Akma Jaya and gave some direction, Akma Jaya also tried to digest and do whatever Qaisha directed.

Slowly surely Akma Jaya was getting used to her training, now she could also hold her breath longer than usual. The progress of the three of them training was enough to make Qaisha cluck in awe.

“These three turned out to be talented. In just two days, I was able to master the exercises quickly, it turns out my time is not wasted!”

Qaisha muttered, staring at those who managed to train with the training method he had originally given.

After a while later. Altha approached Qaisha. “Are you satisfied with their progress, Qaisha?” Altha asked with a cramped face.

“Altha, I'm very satisfied—I'm really happy to see their progress. Indeed, I admit what I saw seemed like they had talent. With it they can digest the directives I give and run them in no time.”

Qaisha momentarily stared at the waving coconut leaves. “I used to think I'd retire as a teacher. No, it's not today, even I witnessed it myself. All three of my new students have succeeded in a short time.”

“Altha, I want to thank you today because you are the one who brought me here with that I can be a teacher to those who are so skilled.”

“Ah, forget it—is not the time now for lunch? You guys have not eaten in the morning.” Altha shifted the topic.

Smiling with his beard. “Don't be too busy with this exercise. You know for yourself those who can digest it easily. So, I hope the training is taken to relax.”

Joking moment. Qaisha just thinned her lips. “I feel so too. Exercise for them does not need to be heavy. In accordance with the level of ability that must be trained.”

“Alright, looks like it's lunch time. Exercise this time also seems to be enough and will get here only.” Qaisha replied while nodding.

Qaisha called out to them to stop the training. “You all. Today's training is enough here, it's time for us to rest!”

The three of them heard the pleasure. What Qaisha said was like a breeze. Cool and thank goodness.

After the words of Qaisha. Altha invited them all to lunch together. Tabra cheered happily, jumping off the ship.

They laugh happily.

“Ahh ... so tired, how about the training of the two of you?” Tabra laughed with laughter. Complaining from his training made him exhausted. Then asked Akma Jaya and Aisha about their training.

“I'm the same as you, but my training has made little progress!” answer Akma Jaya. Calls with spirit. His hands clenched. Smiling warmly.

Aisha also explained. “If my training is a little complicated, different from yours. You know my eyes hurt from being too focused on the target of the gun, while the coconut fruit that was targeted by me fell quickly and I had to shoot it, several times failing as if I wanted to give up.”

The explanatory sentence was quite long. One by one, they are described with strength and confidence.

“If you think about it. Oh, yes why the exercises the three of us can be different huh?” ask Tabra to them.

The results in that training he did were quite challenging to his soul and body. Full of emotion.

Meanwhile, Qaisha who was walking in front there slightly heard their conversation.

Qaisha smiled in a wry manner at what she heard.

The three of them were still talking. “Don't know why either. Don't mind it, Tabra. What is important right now is that we have to train hard!” Aisha answered Tabra's question, while Akma Jaya seemed silent with it all.

“Yosshh ... The three of us will definitely be able to get through this exercise!” Tabra embraced the shoulders of the two of them with her smile that seemed to widen, vast as the ocean.

“Tabraaa, come on, let go of your embrace! My neck is chuckling!” Akma Jaya.

And so is Aisha. Both are the same, “I–iya, Tabra. Release your embrace, my neck too!” They both have flat faces because of the work of Tabra who never let go of his embrace.

“Leave it, you two should get used to my attitude!” tabra answered continuously embracing them, while Altha and Qaisha walked far ahead of them.