The Musafir

The Fire Spear College

“I know very well that a traveler like you would not feel at home staying for long in a house like this. You have a very strong wandering soul.” Satya laughed long with her trademark. “But for one night, it doesn't seem like a problem. I only have one room, but you can rest anywhere.”

The mantle nodded slowly.

“I'll go a little far from here to prepare a party tonight. Don't try to get out of this area without me, later you can get lost.” Taking a deep breath with a smile, Satya continued, “and might just die.”

“No, no.” The mantan laughed awkwardly while shaking his hand. “I'll be waiting for you here. And I make sure I won't ruin anything here.”

“I don't mean to scare you, Mantingan, but you can really die if you come out without my guidance,” he said. “Alright, I'm leaving now. Take care of yourself!”

Satya took off all her luggage before darting quickly out of the house. There was a confused looking mantan in the middle of the room. Satya had said that he was free to rest anywhere, but Mantingan still felt awkward if he had to explore Satya's house further.

On the other hand, Mantingan was still on guard against Satya. He still did not understand what reason made the young man so good to him, even going to have a meal later tonight. That unknown reason was what made him wary of Satya even after he saw her already down the hill.

For after the Mantingan entered the world of adventure, he was struck by the qualities of various people. What he often encounters today is a trait that is full of tricks, so Mantingan feels that the nature of Satya seems to need to be watched out as well. It could be that the young man of responsibility had a ruse to trap him.

“It's good step I get rid of that thought and make sure it's directly here.” The mantan muttered softly before stepping down through the living room.

The wand originally tied to the bundle is now removed and tightly grasped as a defense as well as attack. At first he went through the room downstairs, but he found nothing but a few empty rooms or a room filled with tools for gardening and hunting.

Heading upstairs, Mantingan did not feel any traps on the stairs. Everything looks mediocre. The rooms are on the second floor. Nothing is dangerous. Only Satya's room looked so comfortable complete with a fireplace inside.

The mantel feels guilty. How could a person as good as Satya be suspected? Does his kindness not prove enough that no one is trying to trap him here? Was with this, Mantingan had betrayed Satya's trust?

Mantingan took a deep breath before deciding to be honest that he had checked the entire room in this house. In fact, he will also say that he has suspected Satya.

***

That afternoon. Mantingan is on the second floor terrace of Satya's sweet home. Look at the sun sinking among the high green hills at the end there. The sky is rising, the birds are coming home in droves. Cold air becomes cooler in the absence of wind.

“Hai Mantingan! Beautiful twilight, isn't it!”

Mantingan turned his head down and found Satya there. The young man of responsibility waved his hand with a wide smile. In both hands there is a lot of luggage, as well as on his back.

“Finally you're back, Satya. Forgive me for hitching a ride up here.”

Shortly after the sun completely sunk between the cracks of the hills, and the sky began to darken, then Satya entered his house. The mantel would inevitably descend downwards.

“Do you hunt?” Mantingan asked in wonder, because Satya's luggage was not like the result of hunting.

“Hunting will take a long time, Coat. I shop in the market.”

“I thought you were a jungle boy.”

“Biarpun me a jungle boy, but I still depend on the market.” Satya laughed a long time, then stopped laughing and said really, “Mantingan, I think our party will be interrupted later tonight.”

The mantan also changed the look of his face to be more earnest. “There's a problem, Satya?”

“This is my fault actually.” Satya let out a long breath. “When I was shopping at the fruit shop, a student from Fire Spear College came up to me...”

However, Satya shook her head slowly and did not seem to want to continue the story. Mantingan kept asking because this was about his safety as well. “Then what's wrong with Fire Spear College?”

Mantingan had long known the name of the Fire Spear College. The school belongs to the white school that strongly condemns all the actions of black groups. Fire Spear College was the college that fought the most against the black school. Not a few black schools were destroyed. The college is located in Kanoman near Bumi Sagandu, but its students are widespread throughout the Taruma region to kill every black warrior they meet.

For what white college has a problem with people as good as Satya? The mantelan felt the need to know.

“Lately I have often heard that their college continues to be discussed because it has a lunge that is considered too fierce to kill black warriors. They are considered inhumane. Even the word of the wafting birds says that they have killed five white warriors because it is thought to be a black warrior.” Satya took a deep breath. “And now I feel for myself the truth of the news. They thought I was a black warrior. I was considered to have a black college that could not be absorbed in the interior of the forest, even though I only built a house here. That disciple attacked me, and I had to break his hand. He did retreat, but while saying that his college will attack midnight later.”

Face Mantingan deteriorated. “Are we going to be safe? Don't you have a lot of traps?”

“Indeed true, but I don't want to kill humans anymore.” And I don't know why Satya grabbed her own hair. “Alright, Mantingan, I'll tell you the real you!”

Satya's tone raised a sign of anger controlling some of it. But the anger was clearly not shown to Mantingan, but to himself. Mantingan did not feel offended at all, instead showing compassion.

“I am a student of a white teacher. I am a white swordsman. But how can I be called a white swordsman if I have killed many black people? Especially when my teacher came to remind me that I did something wrong, I killed him! He already thinks of me as his own son, and what have I done? I killed him, Mantingan. I KILLED HIM!”