The Musafir

The Battle of Satya that Finds Meaning

“Welcome to this house, guests do not need to hesitate to sit.”

Indeed there are no benches in the house Satya, but instead it was held a large bamboo mat as to cover the cold wooden floor. The two guests looked at Satya with condescending gazes before reluctantly sitting on the mat. Mantingan could understand that people of their level would have been reluctant to sit on without a bench, they had become accustomed to sitting on a high bench while others were sitting down under it.

“How abundant are you until the bench is not provided?” Saying in a mocking tone, the Flame Spear College elder snorted as well.

The insinuation did not get a reply from Satya, even Satya almost like he had never heard the remark.

The food that was originally on the table began to be lowered down one after another, right in the middle of the circle where guests and hosts were sitting cross-legged. From the eyes of the two guests, there is no visible content of appetite. They again disgustedly stared at the food.

After most of the food was lowered down, and after Satya sat down cross-legged to his guest, he opened his mouth. “We know you two don't like pleasantries. So it is better to convey the core of this problem as soon as possible ...”

“I don't think you need to explain anymore. As has happened, you have broken the right arm of my disciple.” The elder said in a sharp tone.

“I was forced to do it.” Satya took a deep breath. “Please understand, Father, that I did that in self-defense. For if I do not deflect, then I will break his arm. Who would have thought that the tank was too tight to make the hand of one of your students was broken, Mr.”

“So, you mean to tease my student whose knowledge is more shallow than you until he broke his hand just because of a stalk?”

Forehead Shriveling mantle. Didn't even the elder himself reveal the weakness of his disciple without even a hint of Satya saying that?

Aware of his mistake, the elder's face was red. In order to keep his self-esteem low, he said again in a rude tone, “Where do you hide your other students? You black schoolgirls should be wiped out in our hands tonight too!”

“The Father of the Elders has seen it for himself, I have nothing to hide. There was only one building in this area, and it was my home that was too small to be called this college. I don't have any students, let alone college.”

“Then who is he?!” His index finger pointed towards Mantingan with a sharp eye gaze.

The mantel that had refrained from speaking finally opened its voice. “I am his friend who will stay here for the night. Will I ask when a woman stays in your bed?”

“Business!”

The old man grabbed his leg. His body floated forward with a very difficult movement followed by the eyes. The mantan only saw a shadow moving towards him. He had not even had the chance to change the look on his face as his body was blown strongly backwards by the massive wind thrust!

With his heart pounding so strongly, Mantingan looked in front of him. Satya stood a few steps before him, who apparently had resisted the attack of the elder who was targeting his head. What a powerful attack so strong that the wind alone was able to push the Mantingan. It was inconceivable how it would have been if the attack had hit him in a landslide.

Satya's hand gripped the elder's arm until the attack stopped. The wind is created by the impact of two large deep forces. Satya stared intently at the old man, while his opponent's arm trembled.

“Do not force me to do more than this.” Satya took off the elder's arm before approaching Mantingan and helping him get up.

“No, Elder.” The oldest disciple who was in fact named Cakra shook his head calmly. “His problem with me is far from over. I want to challenge him to a fight. ”

“Terussle!”

The elder passed away leaving the house as if he was sure he could get out of the forest without getting lost. While the Cakra is still in a cross-legged position and folded forward hands. He closed his eyes, but saw a sharp look from behind his eyelids.

“Do I still have problems with you, Brother?”

“I'll challenge you.”

The mood was silent for a moment.

“Then, sorry, I must reject it. Better now Kisanak Daku deliver with you to get out without getting lost.”

“I don't need your permission. Watch out, I'll attack!”

After Cakra moved and the wooden floor creaked slightly, at that time his body became a black shadow that could not be captured by the eye clearly. Satya also disappeared from her place, becoming a shadow. The fight inside the room was simply unable to notice Mantingan. Both movements are very difficult to follow the tail of the eye, and move around is not necessarily a place.

The whiskers of wind sounded every time they made a move. A knock was also heard along with a clashing sound that was not from Satya. The invisible fight continued for a while, The mantan slowly retreated to the edge of the wall.

The sound of a loud clap is heard along with the banging of Cakra's body into the wall. Mantingan saw Satya floating in the air like a person who had finished off the tread attack. Satya lightly came down to the floor, shortly after Cakra's collapsed body did not move again forever!

“This is how it ends, Mantingan.” Satya turned to Mantingan who was still trying to digest what had just happened. “I killed him. People like him deserve to be killed, deserve to be lost from the earth. He would always challenge people to fight with him. Until he is not dead, he will not be satisfied. Such is the life of the warriors, Mantingan.”

Mantingan digested Satya's words for a while before finally nodding slowly. Swordsmen will challenge each other. If death had not picked him up in the fight, he would never have been satisfied.

“In the fight earlier, I got an answer to my question all along. I did kill my teacher, and I admit that I was wrong; it was sinful. But not that it makes me shut myself up here without caring about all the affairs of the world. Let my sin be sin until I redeem it. I will remain devoted to my teacher, not to his body but to his soul and his teaching. In accordance with his message when his soul is still in the body, I will do good in every place I tread. Please bear witness to me, Mantingan.”

Mantingan could see the burning spirit like an eternal flame that would be difficult to extinguish in Satya's eyes. Although Satya is seen talking to him, but actually Satya speaks to his own soul. It is true that the body is only a temporary dwelling place for the soul, while the soul will continue to live in the form of its teachings or goodness; in the form of heresy or evil that the person has done.

While the body that was lying in the corner of the wall was proof that Satya was not an arbitrary swordsman. Whoever Satya's teacher is, must be a talented swordsman. It would be a shame to be killed at the hands of his own disciples, but now the sin seems to have been atoned for.

“I'm a witness against you, Satya.”