The Musafir
About Magic Science
Rama took Mantingan to a basement in his house. He said that this was a secret room. There are many books neatly lined up on the shelf, many heirlooms hanging on the wall as deliberately for display.
“There are several books suitable for sword users like yourself, Son of Man.” Rama said as he went down the bookshelves.
“Chairman, don't give your book to me.”
“Why, Son Man? Do not be shy and feel bad like that, it is my obligation as chairman to give teaching knowledge to his students.”
“It's not like that, Chief. It is not good that I bring the books from White Wind College whereas I will face a fight in a moment.”
The words of the Mantingan were not without a base. If only he died in the fight later, and in his bundle there was the science of the White Wind College, it would be very dangerous. In addition to the science that would fall on the black flow, the existence of the White Wind College could have been exposed.
Rama nodded slowly. “I've checked your strength, I've also tried to match you. That way, I know to what extent your abilities are. Son of Man, you can defeat five White Mask Swordsmen at once with your abilities.”
Mantingan wanted to say something, but stuck to his throat.
“I'm sure you won against them, Son of Man. However, I advise you as much as possible to avoid the challenge of fighting in the future. Really taking people's lives when not in a desperate condition is very unjustified.”
The mantan nodded his head in understanding. Rama took some books of martial arts on a shelf, then gave them to Mantingan.
“In these books not only contains the science of playing a weapon like a sword, in here there is also the science of making any bends as a deadly weapon. This is a black book, which I tried to create while you were practicing.”
Mantingan received the books with great respect, then he said, “Thank you, Chief, this I will study very hard until one day I can be useful to the college. Chief, may I borrow some books on witchcraft?”
Rama scrunched his forehead, but a moment later he looked happy. “Child Man, are you interested in magic too?”
“It looks like so, Chairman, but I still don't have much science on it.”
Rama nodded. “I have one-two books of witchcraft. But before that, I want to explain the basics of magic ..”
Chief Rama then explained. Witchcraft is not a science that feeds on a certain flow, although there is black magic and white magic, Mantangan can still use everything without a flow.
Witchcraft is a very confusing science. Not all magic can be controlled. There are not many warriors who master magic completely.
The reason is, witchcraft is a science that transforms the inner energy into another form. Sometimes the energy in it becomes a perfect form, sometimes it also becomes a failed form. Not infrequently magic that even endanger its own users.
Magic is usually in the form of curses, tips, characters on certain pillars, and so on. That is why in Pasar Ayam Jago there are magic spouts or sirep. Rama added, the average magic comes from the Land of the Roof of Heaven, some developed in Dwipantara as a form of adjustment.
By chanting a spell, magic power can be created. By writing a script, magic power is created.
Rama gave the books of magic that he had. That is all, given to Mantingan. He also gave some magic spouts that could be tried by himself later.
“Chairman, it looks like this is too much ...”
The mantan asks for only one or two books, while he is given ten books by Rama, plus dozens of magic spouts that can be written magic spells. All the books that Rama gave him made his bundle full.
***
After finishing the conversation, Mantingan said goodbye to Rama and his wife, Rama's son had long slept because the night was late.
“Do not hesitate to always stop by White Wind College. Come here when you need protection, and come here when college needs protection.” Rama laughed while patting Mantingan's back.
“I'll definitely do, Chairman.” Warm smiling coat.
“Whatever you are looking for and hoping for, hope you get.” Rama's wife smiled too.
The mantle nodded once. “I beg of you, Chairman, Mother Chairman.”
Rama. The mantan turned and faced the two dozen White Mask Swordsmen that Rama had prepared earlier. Mantingan took a deep breath before saying, “Please support.”
Hearing Mantingan's words, the two dozen warriors sighed. The White Mask Army was an army trained to hear orders, in a serious situation like this, the Mantingan could still be courteous to them.
The mantingan himself realized how ridiculous his words were, only being able to scratch his non-itchy head.
But in the end, they still left.
It was midnight after the celebration. Some of the oldest students were seen cleaning up the rubbish that was scattered after the celebration. Although in the rules of the celebration say garbage should not be thrown away, still things like this cannot be avoided.
Mantingan wanted to help the oldest students, but he realized that the time he had was not much. The oldest disciples understood after seeing the two dozen White Mask Swordsmen herding Mantings, to them it meant that there had been an important secret task.
After arriving outside the gate of the college, the Mantingan along with the two dozen White Mask Swordsman shot into a white shadow. Because Mantingan still wear clothes given college, then of course the shadow becomes white anyway.
Those who saw them would probably have thought that it was a passing ghost, not high-skilled warriors. But to fellow warriors, they could quite clearly see how Mantingan and his two dozen bodyguards passed by. But in a forest full of such cold mist, were there warriors hiding and spying on them?
It didn't take long for them to make it out of such a foggy forest. The twenty-five warriors jolted their feet firmly at the sight of the cliff before them. Like an eagle they darted upwards, before clinging to the footing of a cliff like a pedicab, once again jumping and finally they reached the top of the cliff.
To enjoy the view, Mantingan along with two dozen other warriors were silent for a moment at the top of the cliff. From here they could see the dim light of the city, and above them the moon shone with its silver light. Justjust wonderful.
