The Musafir
Fall apart
LIKE what Mantingan faced tonight. The warriors from the Land Inn continued to hunt him down. Not only that, they had also once killed Mantingan. Mantingan actually wanted to forget the incident without any revenge at all, but the Land Inn would not seem to be inexhaustible to make a case if Mantan had not been killed.
If indeed the short path like this, the Stoic Mantingan stoicly lived it. Although Kenanga did not allow him to kill, what if Mantingan was killed because he did not want to kill? Isn't that how no one delivered the Kembangmas to him?
Whatever punishment from Kenanga will also be received with fortitude. Kenanga never told her to become a swordsman, because she knew that the short path was always filled with blood spots. But fear and cowardice made Mantingan choose his path as a warrior.
However, it could not be the reason for the Mantingan to continue killing and killing. He would kill if it was for good. Not the good of himself, but the good of the universe.
The fast-moving mantis passed through the enemy soldiers who were moving forward. A worried mantel is no play when it comes to not seeing 13 brave soldiers on top of the city walls. Don't let them come down to provide the last refuge for the magic spell.
Justright. They're down. Everything down. Thirteen of them went down. Only five of them are still standing. With wounds all over his body. The sword that is still being lifted even though life forces it to come out.
Mantingan's heart felt completely crushed at the sight. Memories with the 13 soldiers could have been played, but Mantingan delayed it. Mantingan delayed his sadness and anger.
The Mantin threw his sword over and then unleashed dozens of Blood Wind Palms at the enemy soldiers surrounding the five warriors. Dozens of attacks on the site not only hit the enemy soldiers near the five young soldiers, but also all the enemy soldiers in front of the city wall. His sword was re-arrested after Mantingan had finished his attack.
As a result of the attack, not a few of them collapsed without being able to get up again.
The mantan walked with limped steps closer to the five standing warriors. Those who survive are Putu, Mandu, Arya, Asoka, and Darma. They can no longer stand up straight, using the kelew as a buffer so as not to fall. Arya and Asoka could not stand any longer, kneeling with the blood that was running out.
“Brother Man ...” Putu said intermittently, but he kept trying to smile. “Hopefully ... someday ... we can have dinner ... together ... together again.”
He closed his eyes and fell to the ground. Darma, Mandu gave his final smile before catching up with Putu who fell to the ground. While Arya and Asoka do not seem to move anymore in a state of calm.
The mantans turned and faced the enemy ranks who slowly began to retreat by bringing their comrades who could still be saved. They could not move too fast after being hit by the Blood Wind Palm from the Mantian.
The mantan hears the roar of arrows from above it. Hundreds of fiery arrows were fired from behind the wall and targeted the enemy soldiers. Unfortunately they could only lift the shield as a last resort, their broken legs were simply unable to compromise. The arrows were freely stuck in their bodies.
***
That morning many pancakas were established. Many were burned. Black smoke billowed high, people who understood its meaning would regard it as the bearer of great sorrow news.
Mantingan did not attend the burning ceremony of the fallen city soldiers. In the courtyard of his residence, he made 13 pancakas according to the number of young brave soldiers who died. With a heavy heart Mantingan burned the 13 soldiers and stared for the last time the faces of the soldiers on the pancakas.
Mantingan wants to say goodbye. But it only reaches inside him. He could not express the farewell words. His tongue was too faint to speak.
True to the words of Rara in his mind, the lives of 13 soldiers in his upbringing could be in danger if the Mantingan remained firm on his stance.
However, Mantingan was late. Being the strongest warrior was extremely unreliable. So why is he in this city? Look at the thirteen brave young soldiers who died. They could not have fallen if only the Mantingan did not insist on his stance. Maybe they'll have a dinner together.
“Mantingan, why are you sad?”
When she heard Rara's voice, Mantingan was still silent without answering. But when he heard Rara's voice, Mantingan felt himself slightly improving. For her the voice of Rara can always make her calm, in whatever situation it is.
“Heh, you won't answer me?”
Mantingan let out a long sigh before saying in a mutter, “Rara, please understand, the current situation is not doing well.”
“What's not okay?”
Back Mantingan sigh. “Rara, the 13 warriors closest to me fell. They died for my fault.”
“You did not listen to my advice ...”
The man no longer answered. His gaze was completely blank now, and his mind was equally empty.
“Heh, empty gazes and thoughts are home to subtle creatures. Later you entered them, do you want?” Rara laughed a little. “Again, stop blaming yourself for the death of others. You also blamed yourself for my death on the beautiful beach. Now you're doing the same thing, blaming yourself for someone else's death. You can only take lessons from this event without much regret. You cry until the blood comes out even if they won't come back.”
“And you won't come back either, Rara. The one in my head is not the real you. I just talked to myself and was answered by myself. That's what always makes me sorry, Rara, when I lost something I couldn't get back.”
“You've learned how to make peace, Mantingan. You did it once. And it's great that you made it. But now, why did you go back to your old self?”
“Rara, making peace once may not be too difficult. But if you make peace many times, it's difficult. Can't one peace be forever?”
“If the world is peaceful forever, then you will never know what peace is. That's what makes the price of peace so expensive.”
The mantang breathed out for the third time. “Then what should I do now, Rara?”
Mantingan seemed to see Dara who was smiling warmly. “Do not stop letting go. Don't be tired of looking for peace. And keep creating peace. One day you will understand how peace feels worth the high price.”
