The Fragrant Soul

Chapter 5: A Surprise

Padepokan Rajawali Sakti is a silat and kanuragan college that is the most famous in the archipelago world. The founder of the Mangkara Dharma monk who was a prince of Madangkara. After returning to study from Tibet, he founded this temple about 80 years ago.

Now this padepokan becomes a powerful and highly respected padepokan. His disciples were all highly educated and dignified and straight. After the Mangkara Dharma monk resigned 50 years ago from the martial world, his hundreds of disciples became great warriors in the martial world. Many people ask them for help. It is certain that Sri Murti asked them for help.

That very night, they began the journey to Padepokan Rajawali Sakti after burying all the victims and

clean the house. Sukma Harum tears if you imagine the atrocities and massacres that have just occurred.

He became acquainted with the seven warriors, and came to know their names: Ringan, Satoh, Tamuri,

Newsletters, Nambans, Wastu, and Dharma. From Ringan, Sukma Harum also knows the name of Sri Murti's sister. The poor young man was named Reksa Bauweda.

The trip to this place takes 2 days and one night by horse. This place is located in the Madangkara kingdom which borders the city of Madeung. Its location

at the foot of Halimun Mountain.

They used Sri Murti's car in the house. Sukma Harum with Namban was in the car to keep Reksa who was still recovering. Every time Sukma Harum gave him a power line and fed him with medicine and porridge. Others were escorting the car from outside.

It rained very hard that day. Lightning blared and the wind blew. In the Sukma Harum train

pray that his sister does not face a storm in the ocean. The journey eventually became somewhat stalled due to the rain and extremely heavy storms. Sometimes they have to rest and take shelter in some places.

After traveling for 3 more days, finally it looks also padepokan Rajawali Sakti from afar.

The building is large and looks very spacious because from a distance seen the white wall that surrounds the entire area of the city.

“Very big for you guys, Mr. Namban,” said Sukma Harum.

“Yes. Our members are already almost 3 thousand people.”

“One great. The number can even be made war troops.”

Namban did not answer. Pride looks right on his face. Sukma Harum continued, “In the martial world, the Mahaguru bhiku elder Mangkara Dharma is the greatest and most powerful. The science is unparalleled. I would love to meet him.”

“She has been resigning from college for a long time. He is isolated and

hermit moksa.”

“Ah that? It was very wise of what he did. To such a degree as his master, the world and

all this content is just dust on his feet,” Sukma Harum continued again, “What we heard in the martial world, currently the head of Padepokan Rajawali Sakti is the elder Aji Satya. Since the first lunge he was very dashing!”

“Yes. Our seventh Swordsman Rajawali is a direct disciple of him,” Namban said.

There was heartache in his words, because the look on his face looked very grim. All his life he studied

a sword, but with just one move the whole science is meaningless.

Sukma Harum understood the feeling of the man in front of him, he just said, “Not many people are willing

facing the ranks of the sword of Rajawali.”

“But master is willing,” he said that sentence with mixed feelings. Angry, sad, disappointed, sad,

even amazed.

“That's because my teacher once taught me how to break the ranks of the eagle sword.”

“What? Tell me who your teacher is!” almost jumped Namban heard this. Because of the line of swords

is a special science that is only passed down to the disciples of Padepokan Rajawali Sakti, and to be able to break it, one must really master the style.

“Sorry. I promised my teacher to keep his name a secret. So I can't tell you.”

The secret of the name of the teacher or the name of the college is quite common in the martial world. Many reasons why warriors do it. Therefore Namban did not ask any further. He just said, “If so, you could say we still have a sibling relationship in the relationship!”

There was a feeling of relief in Namban's heart.

Sukma Harum does not care that sometimes he has to lie to just please people who are in trouble. His teacher never taught him the ranks of the eagle sword. But his teacher taught an unbeatable science of finger touch that is capable of facing any weapon on the face of this earth.

So does Sukma Harum lie?

The storm has subsided. The rain is still falling. The twilight slowly began to come. The fog began to shrink.

The view at the foot of Halimun mountain is very beautiful. Seared paddy fields in a row. Trees are growing. The houses around were built in neat rows. Big name and awesomeness Padepokan Rajawali Sakti make life around the college for the better. The sense of security and tranquility in this area is much better

than any area in Madangkara that is still struggling with the power in the palace.

The atmosphere of this area reminds him of the atmosphere of his own hometown. Pajajaran with all his greatness has been able to give the best for his people. The taste of haru filled his chest.

Why is it that all the people under heaven are not able to enjoy the same things? Is it because the great Lord does not give it to everyone? Or is it because of his own people who neglect to keep the gift?

He looked at Reksa who until now had still not recovered his consciousness. Sometimes the young man opened his eyes, but then fainted again. His injuries were dangerous but he was lucky

the wound did not take his life.

When Sukma Harum channeled his energy, he became aware that this young man was disabled since childhood. Left foot

limping, and his left hand was also not functioning properly. Apparently the left part of the body has been paralyzed for a long time.

Finally they arrived at the gate Padepokan Rajawali Sakti. The gate was huge but impressed

simplistic. The white wall of the fence stands firmly covering what is behind it. This wall was all the way to the end of his view. The area belongs to this college. There are almost 3 thousand people in it. Stay there to deepen the science of silat and kanuragan, as well as the science of Buddhism.

The group is allowed in. Ringkan, as the leader of the group, explained everything to the chairman of the college. Hearing this, immediately they were ordered to bring the body of Reksa Bauweda who was still unconscious to be taken to the treatment room and guarded very tightly.

The current head of the college is a monk named Aji Satya who is about 65 years old. He is the grandson of the founder of Padepokan Rajawali Sakti, the master of Mangkara Dharma. Now Sukma Harum stood before him. The chairman sat cross-legged on a small stage at the end of the room.

“The famous Fragrant Sukma....,” Aji Satya's voice is slow but very clear.

“Dare not,” said Sukma Harum while raising his hand and menjura.

“Have often heard your master's valour act. How high is knowledge and understanding. Straight word with action. A kind of praise decorate the name. Now meet directly the figure in the story,

this heart is not disappointed.”

Hearing the speech of Aji Satya, Harum Sukma becomes a skeptic himself. This style of language is an old style that although still widely used, but requires knowledge and habits to be able to pronounce it fluently. But he just smiled and lowered his gaze. Then he said, “What does puja mean and praise if it turns out all is mortality? The story is just a word of emptiness that the servant

I can't believe hearing it myself. Please the great monk forgive if there is a discrepancy of view.”

“Ah, young generation who know how to base and crew. Very kind. Servant is very satisfied,” said the monk

his beard had reached his chest. Continue, “Hamba please you are ready to settle in this small paddle of goods for several days. Let me hear your master's story about the life of an awesome master.”

Sukma Harum smiled, “How dare I refuse the great teacher's panuhun (request)? Only I worry pabila add great repot and brothers.”

“Where might add trouble? It is precisely we who are ashamed because our dishes are only the appearance of Ijoan (vegetables).”

“Ah, even that kadhemenan (favorite) servant, O Great,” laughter Sukma Harum.

“So? Alright. I almost went in for dinner. Please master eat with servant.”

Food was then delivered there. It is only a vegetable because Buddhism forbids monks to eat meat. This teaching is applied to all students

this pade. They were all allowed to eat vegetables for the rest of their lives. Sukma Harum suspects, this has something to do with the canuragan exercises they went through. There are their own restrictions that they must avoid when studying the typical science of Padepokan Rajawali Sakti.

“How are you doing dad and mom? Healthy sentausa hopefully poured out,” asked the bhiksu.

“Ah praise God, Ramanda and mother healthy no less anything. The great teacher knows them too?”

“Last meet the mother of the master when the Queen Ayu (the name for her mother Sukma Harum) is still a teenager. Even Ratu Ayu came here to say hello,” said the monk. There was a bitter laughter implied on his face. Seeing the look on the face

the monk and knowing the lunge of his mother when he was a teenager, Sukma Harum so understand that maybe his mother had come and fought in this place. She just laughed and then said, “Teenager's time was indeed the Queen's mother likes to adventure. After marriage, they become like nuns. Serving at home

and shut yourself.”

The point of Sukma Harum's words is that his mother is now very different from her football when she was a teenager.

“As a teenager, no one denied that Ratu Ayu is a knight

pawestri (female warrior) nan jaya matra (without opponent) in his era. I am maha digdaya. If glued, do not know escape. Ratu Ayu certainly sent down all his knowledge or goods one or two moves to the master,” said the monk.

Sukma Harum knew the meaning of these words. Of course the monk had heard that the massacre at the house of Sri Murti's daughter was carried out with Kujang weapons.

“Despite learning a thousand years, it is impossible for me to master the science of Kujang Arka Kencana belongs to the queen's mother,” said

Sukma Harum full of seriousness.

“There are others who also master the science of Kujang?”

“Know that the servant who prints the science of calling Kujang is not revealed to outsiders. There is also a jurus

Kujang belongs to the other party, only limited to the science of sabetage only. No one is used to throw or squash.”

“And paragana is judged accordingly,” added Sukma Harum.

“Pardon wiser. But all are rights that kailangan (lost). Seeing his actions are so angkara, of course the hookangan quite difficult to forgive.”

The monk spoke a soft and gentle word. The way he spoke was very calm, the language was beautiful. But Sukma Harum

feeling as if he was cornered with those bhiksu sentences. But even though he felt bad in his heart, Sukma Harum was calm as if he did not understand the direction of the speaker of Padepokan Rajawali Sakti.

That night they chatted while talking about the state of the martial world that was getting more and more fierce

his competition. News about the holy book on the south coast also had become a subject of conversation.

“Hamba is worried, the story of this book is just empty news. There is a hidden purpose behind

gathering of warriors fighting over the will,” said Sukma Harum.

“What does that secret mean?" ask the bhiksu.

“Entah, the almighty. No servant dares to think. No servant can do kejaba (except) save worry with meetings.”

The monk just smiled. His smile is very calming.

The dishes have been eaten. The stomach of Harum Sukma is full. The great monk said a good rest and ordered one of the disciples to take the Fragrant Sukma to rest in the guest room. Relieved also his heart after entering the room because since then he felt his mouth sore because he continued to speak beautifully with the great monk.

In a padepokan, let alone a huge one like Padepokan Rajawali Sakti, there is always a separate area devoted to guests. Usually this area is separate from the main area of the college. The goal is so that guests can not watch the training of college students. Things like this are common in the martial world because outsiders are absolutely not allowed to see other people's silat exercises.

Now Sukma Harum is in a jayengan (place to entertain guests) which is quite large. There are dozens of rooms reserved for guests. There is a pool with beautiful candlelight, there is also a saung (gazebo) where guests relax to enjoy the scenery while chatting and snacking.

The night is getting late, Sukma Harum is not interested in doing anything. He just wants to sleep. From

all the things he likes most, sleep is number one. Because by sleeping, he can calm the mind and gather energy. If other people can not sleep because of many problems, Harum Sukma actually more slumbering.

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He's been there two days. Enjoy the beautiful scenery, chatting with the students, and enjoy the special food they serve. Everyone in the store knew who he was, and some people wanted to get closer. Harum Sukma received them kindly and warmly.

The name of the person, some are polite and kind, some are a bit arrogant and dismissive. Usually because they do not believe in the greatness of the Fragrant Sukma they hear through

wind news.

“I heard, sir can flick any weapon with the fingers of the almighty master,” asked one

the students who were alone came. Apparently he saw Sukma Harum sitting alone there so he considered this a good opportunity for him to ask things that make him curious.

“I haven't heard anything like that,” replied Sukma Harum with a wry smile.

“Can I try?” his sword was struck at the waist. His hands were already itching to pull out the sword. As soon as Sukma Harum said “Please!”, quickly his hand was already moving pull the sword.

But how surprised he was when it turned out that the sword had disappeared before he held the handle. I don't know

how, the sword was already in the hands of Harum Sukma. “Good is your sword too? Made by mpu around here?” asked Sukma Harum while looking and observing the sword.

The students were trembling. He never thought that he would even have time to use the sword to attack. Sukma Harum was 2 spears from him, how the famous swordsman moved and took his sword, he could never possibly answer it.

With a single light throw, the sword had already entered back into its sheath at the disciple's waist

sandblade. His eyes still wide open could never recover from the shock of his soul.

“Do not just pull out the sword. Go,” said Sukma Harum while again downing a cup of afternoon tea. The student went off on a ridge without daring to turn his head. Even saying a word he was no longer able to.

Pride must be faced with pride. Maybe because of this soul shake, the man can change

his haughty attitude. Sukma Harum always believed that.

Before long, someone came to see him. “Master, the great teacher called for the master to meet soon. Prince Reksa is aware.”

Glad he heard the news. Rushing he followed the man who drove him to the treatment room. There the higher-ups of Padepokan Rajawali Sakti have gathered. Their faces are so grim. When Sukma Harum entered the room, they all looked at him with a very blasphemous look.

“That's the killer! That's itaaa!”

This is the voice of the prince of Reksa. He's not crazy, he's not imagining. He remembered that the man who

just entering this was the person who massacred his older sister and the entire occupants inside the house.

Sukma Harum. So shocked to hear this astonishing surprise. It doesn't feel like he's surrounded.

The disciples were standing guard outside the room. The elders were now surrounding him.

Bhiksu Aji Satya, the leader of Padepokan Rajawali Sakti looked at him. There was a piercing look very deep. But his voice remained calm.

“Now all is clear, Mr. Rakantara Gandakusuma,” he mentioned the real name of Harum Sukma.

The brain of the Fragrant Sukma works very quickly. He had all sorts of possible conjectures for what had happened in all of this. One of them was that someone who disguised himself as himself, came to the house, then massacred everyone. That was why they all seemed to have no time to fight because they thought the murderer was Sukma Harum.

Sukma Harum now understands. That was the reason why the assassin had purposely left Kujang there. And the

most importantly, that was why the assassin had purposely let the prince of Reksa stay alive. To tell him what he saw.

A fake Fragrant Sukma!

“Catch himaaa!” the orders of one of the elders.

The students move. But their movement stopped. Because they saw in Sukma Harum's hand there was a Kujang. The shape is very beautiful, colored a mixture of gold and silvery that sparkles beautifully. Kujang Arka Kencana.

The steak circled between the fingers of the Fragrant Sukma reflected quite a dazzling light.

No one dared to move and speak. Because everyone there knows, if

The kujang was hooked, so the Kujang never disappointed its owner.

“He only has one Kujang! Let's attack together!”

The call made a lot of sense. But still no one dared to move further first.

For whoever moves first, he will die first.

Harum Sukma stood up straight. There was no tension in his body. Feel calm and relaxed. The fingers are still twirling the Kujang Arka Kencana. The light from me was still dazzling. As long as the light was still glowing, then no one would even dare to move his fingertips.

Even breathing seems to them not dare.

The story of Kujang Arka Kencana has been famous for decades. At that time the owner was still

is a beautiful girl who was nicknamed Satria Ayu Jayantara which means a hero without a match. Because I never let her down.

Now Satria Ayu Jayantara has had a beautiful and handsome favorite son and sakti mandraguna. Even

her name is more famous than her mother.

Who dares to complain of fate by trying to move first?

Even a leader of Padepokan Rajawali Sakti who is said to rank 5th as the most powerful person of silat and canuragannya science throughout the archipelago is still not moving. Because the golden light is still shining.

There is only silence.

You might even be able to hear everyone's heart if you were there.

Braaaaaakkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!!!!!

The roof of the room was broken!

Harum Sukma had floated up and escaped out through the roof.

In the martial world, no one can measure the height of silat and pandekar

handsome, so that no one can put it in any order in the list of the highest people in silatnya science at that time.

But one thing was certain, everyone had already understood to what degree the science of lightening his body was. And they also already know in order to how much science to relieve his body. Of course at the top!

So it was very difficult to chase after him because only the elders were able to shadow him from behind. Besides, the,

the other students were left far behind. Moreover, that golden light was still independent!

Glowed beautifully in the afternoon, emanating from her matchless fingers!

Sukma Harum already knows where to go. During these two days despite looking relaxed and enjoying life in a jayengan (place of receiving guests), he has noticed and memorized the entire ins and outs of the area. He knew that there was a small area where none of the disciples dared to come to him.

There's a building there.

That's where the goal is!