The Lightning King

7

Seven full moon has been passed by Jaka to adjust to the heirloom of the King of Lightning. There was no more shivering feeling that hit his body when the golden yellow heirloom box was opened. Similarly when the golden yellow color belt known as the Lightning Belt is wrapped around his Waist. No longer felt that the belt seemed to want to remove the contents of his stomach.

Jaka himself was actually amazed at the heirloom that he inherited now. A golden yellow belt. And when used, it can emit a beam of silvery light like a lightning that is able to scorch something that is struck.

Likewise, a pair of yellow bamboo tied to his left wrist, which has different uses.

On the other hand, Nyi Selasih was so proud to witness the fatigue of change experienced by Jaka. Until not felt, eighty-nine full moon back rolling, offset Jaka's misdirection in learning and inheriting the relics of the late King of Lightning. And on the last full night....

"Make all your abilities to process the aji 'Kukuh Karang', Jaka. The Princess will throw this sword with full power. Concentrate all your sensibilities," said Nyi Selasih.

Without being ordered twice, Jaka immediately raised both of his hands overhead. Then his breath was drawn without making a sound, along with the stretch of his hand that caused a crackling sound. The steel muscles of Jaka immediately appear to be mooning along with the clenching of fingers. Then, bring both hands to the front of the chest crosswise.

Yellow rays that wrap the head to the chest, and yellow rays that wrap the knees to the ends of the feet, appear to radiate after Jaka completed his movement with full exertion. And, in front of him now about five spears stood Nyi Selasih. His right hand was holding a short sword.

At first, Nyi Selasih's face was red. But a moment later, his face turned so hard. From her body that seemed to shiver, it was seen that the old woman was exerting all her inner strength.

"Yes"

Soong...!

The short sword clasped in the hand of the loosely dressed white granny was instantly unleashed. His speed was very difficult to follow with ordinary eyes. And the weapon continued to slump rapidly towards Jaka who was ready with his 'Weduk Sukmaraga' aji. The sound of the wind coming out of the floating short sword was able to get rid of pebbles as big as the thumb of an adult man. And when the short sword touched Jaka's skin, then....

The truck!

Sparks of sparks instantly illuminated the cave room. The impact of the thrown object accompanied by the power of full deep force made the short sword flung far away and hit the wall of the cave. Even the short sword was now split into two parts.

Jaka seemed satisfied with what he had obtained. His handsome face seemed to shine brightly after taking off his breath that was held in his stomach.

However, the brightness of Jaka's face was lost while Nyi Selasih looked drooping. And so, he approached her immediately, the grandmother.

"You all right, Princess?" ask Jaka worriedly.

The loosely dressed, white-colored grandmother shook her head with a pinched lip of a smile.

"It's okay, my granddaughter. Its alright. I just felt my whole body not being drained by a single bit of energy. I was too full to flow my energy into that short sword. But I'm satisfied, my granddaughter. Very satisfied."

Nyi Selasih then wiped his sweat as big as a grain of corn, then developed a smile again. Apparently he was satisfied to see Jaka who suddenly sat in front of him with legs crossed and head down.

“Thank you, Princess Eyang. Thank you" said Jaka Parau.

“On the creator of this universe you should have said that phrase, My grandson. Not me. For without the way of the Almighty, I am nothing."

Jaka lowered his head. How truly the old woman before him was greatly respected. He taught her to be what she is today. So great is his service....

A water scroll from behind Jaka's eyelids. Tears must come from the sincerity of an old woman before him.

"Tomorrow, before sunrise, you must leave this place. Walk towards the North. There, you will find things that can forge you to become a wise swordsman. There too you can find the evil that is running rampant. So, use the opportunity to practice what has been obtained so far. Show yourself as a warrior who always defends the truth. And my advice is, don't use the King of Lightning's heirloom while still being able to use other means. Except, it's forced."

Jaka raised his head slowly. Her tears have been dry since. And when the surface of his face kissed Nyi Selasih's back, his body felt a great tremble His mind was carried away by the torrent of his feelings. Should he part with someone he so loved and respected?

*

A strip of yellow light immediately flicked the white curtain covering the mouth of the cave. For a moment, the white curtain hangs due to the yellow light created by Jaka. But when the yellow shadow line caused by Jaka's movement with the science of running fast, the hanging white curtain back down and back shut the mouth of the cave.

"Goodbye, Princess! We will definitely meet again," said Jaka as the lesatan of his body left the cave covered by a waterfall. His voice sounded reflected off the walls of the cave.

Through high internal exertion, Nyi Selasih replied to her disciple.

"Good way, my granddaughter. Take good care of yourself!"

*

Ten years after Jaka was rescued Eyang Legar from the confinement of the fire was missed. And I don't know where the boy who had become that handsome young man wandered.

The day is so fast, leading the sun to its height. While elsewhere, he stood right on top of the crown, with his sharp radiance like he was about to burn whatever was beneath him. A village that looks still surrounded by large trees, not closed in the heat that broke through the cracks of the leaves.

"It feels like today is so different, Kang?" said a short man as he grabbed his drinking glass.

"Yes. It may soon rain" said the man dressed in black.

Judging from how to sit and how to dress, it seems they are martial people who are in a tavern and at the same time a place of lodging.

"Huh! Why is this inn so low on the roof. So narrow," said the man of short stature again. Sipping the drink, then put it back while taking a deep breath.

While in another place, on a table located in the corner of the room, there appeared a young man of about twenty years old was engrossed in enjoying the dish before him. He was wearing green leaf clothes. A pair of sickles seemed tucked in the left-right of his waist. Apparently, he felt unperturbed by the talk of another short-bodied guest.

"Kang," call the short-bodied man.

"Today I feel bad. Ever since we stayed at this inn, my heart has been dug unworthily. What's going on, Kang?"

The man dressed in all black smiled at the short-bodied words of his colleague.

"You're feeling too much, Wiratma," he said, rubbing his partner's head.

"I know why your heart is dug like that."

The short-bodied man named Wiratma scrunched his forehead.

"You must be thinking too much about Mirah. Ha ha ha...," ledek man dressed all in black as he widened.

The young man dressed in green leaves looked over. He saw the cuteness of the black-clothed man who was being crushed.

"Prophey yes, Wiratma. Soon we'll be at the store. And that means, soon you'll meet the Mirah who you think is the smartest woman to make sambal. Ha ha ha...."

"Not that, Kang Jalu. Not that!" selak Wiratma while holding back the laughter of his colleague.

"Then, what?" ask a man dressed in black who turns out to be named Jalu.

"My gut is saying that something is going to happen in this place" Wiratma said.

"Nhd!"

"He's right, Kisanak!" hatch the big tall man who suddenly appeared in the inn courtyard.

"The feeling of your ball-like friend is really sharp. In this place, if you all do not comply with my wishes, there will be a flood of blood!"

The appearance of the large tall man dressed in blood red was quite shocking to Ki Lunta who happened to come out of his room. The old man who owned this shop and inn knew who the tall burly man in red was.

"ah! Sorry, Mr. Bontan. This once, please do not disturb my guests," lamented Ki Lunta stammered.

The burly man who turned out to be named Bontan smiled cynically.

"How dare you say that, Ki Lunta! You know, what's the consequence of your ugly words just now?"

The tall burly man dressed in blood red was the accomplice of Gantangga, a heretical figure who ruled this area. He then patted his left and right chest. Shortly after the clap, flashed three red shadows that knew had stood upright beside his left-right.

The three men dressed in red who had just come were immediately following Bontan's orders. Once a delay they were already in front of Ki Lunta. And that's all a sign that Sarkam, Bayong, and Warman are quite master of martial arts.

"In front of us, you better shut up, Ki Lunta!" sarkam jolted while aiming his fist.

Ki Lunta was unable to dodge when Sarkam's fist hard enough landed on his face. The old man's body staggered backwards. However, the owner of the inn and the restaurant was still able to control themselves, so as not to fall. It's just that, the unkempt from his face that was hit hard by Sarkam was also flowing blood from between his lips.

Sarkam stepped back towards Ki Lunta. His hand that was still tightly clenched, was again directed towards Ki Lunta's face. The old man who owned the shop was only able to be scattered.

“Receive this, Grandpa Peot!"

The truck!

"Ukh...!"

Sarkam was suffocated when an object blocked his hand. The contours of his hands felt like tingling. Sarkam's face turned red.

"Bad!" ma ki Sarkam's. His eyes were as if he wanted to get out, aimed at the short man standing near the man in all black clothes, who was blocking his attack.

"How dare you get in the way of my wishes, Gentong Busuk!" Sarkam immediately launched an attack on the short-bodied man who had foiled his intention.

A nod of his hand that led to the heart of the short-bodied man only found an empty place. Sarkam's face was getting red. Back his punch was directed at the face of the short-bodied man named Wiratma.

Wiratma was ready to take the attack. Then his body was immediately lowered. And along with that, his fingers, which formed like cones, were thrust into the leaping heart of Sarkam.

"Akh...!"

Sarkam Kontan staggered backwards in a hand stroke by Wiratma.

"You're trying to attack again?!" challenge Wiratma.

Sarkam snorted furiously. Directly her waist was touched. And so, a beam of white light flashed out from the sheath. Sarkam has now pulled a machete, ready to launch a counter-attack.

"Receive this, Bushy Gentong!" peekik Sarkam was angry.

The bulge in his grasp was instantly slashed towards Wiratma's neck. However, back the short-bodied man lowered his body. So the slash of Sarkam's machete hit the empty place again.

And when his body was low, Wiratma quickly thrust his right elbow into the heart of Sarkam.

"Aach...!"

Sarkam Kontan strangled to receive the right elbow of the short-bodied man. Then his body returned to the back.

Watching Sarkam overwhelmed with short-bodied men, Jalil and Warman come to the aid with unsheathed cleaver.

"Well..!"

Seeing this unpleasant situation, the man dressed in all black who was Wiratma's brother also immediately helped.

"You guys love to play crackers!" grunting Jalu while wielding his weapon.

"Hm.... Apparently you also want to hurry mam pus!" jalil.

"Receive this!"

"Well...!"

"Uts!"

Trang! Trang...!

Jalu is now busy fending off attacks that are endless. The same goes for Wiratma. Then the unbalanced fight also occurred when a tall and burly man named Bontan came down to the battle arena. Until on one occasion, Bontan saw a vacant field in Wiratma's stomach. The opportunity was really taken advantage of. So., ik.,..

Blessings!

"Aach...!"

Wiratma kontan strangled hard. His body was lined back with his right hand cradling his stomach which was hit by the stab of Bontan's weapon.

"You.., jaha nam!"

Watching his friend lying in a bath of blood, Jalu got up.

"Take this, Jaha nam!"

"Yepy...!"

Trang!

"Hey! Hiya...!"

Trang! Trang!

Bugs....

Bret down!

The black-clothed man staggered three steps, after his right rib was slammed into Sarkam's weapon.

"To the rat...!" ma ki Jalu regardless of her slightly bleeding ribs.

Bontan back on the ground. His weapon swung towards the neck of the black-clothed man.

Beto!

"Yep...!"

The hammer brought down his head. A few more hairs, the black-clothed man's head was separated from his body. But fortunately, his movements were slightly faster than his attackers. But who would have thought that the movement of Sarkam's legs came so quickly towards his chest.

Dugm!

"Akh...!"

The hammer staggered as far as three spear rods. Because no power to withstand a hard enough kick, then his limp body immediately hit the table occupied by a young man dressed in green leaves.

The table that was hit by Jalu's burly body was destroyed instantly. Then inevitably the food that is on it clings to uncertain directions. Even some of them litter the clothes of young people who occupy the table.

Seeing the reality unfolding before his eyes, another man dressed in blood red immediately hunted down his already helpless opponent. He had indeed intended to finish off the life of this black-clothed man.

"Yeah...!"

"Wait!"

Suddenly, Jalil stopped his movements. His bulge that had already swung in the air, instantly came to a halt.