The Musafir
The Friendly Relationship of White Wind College and Taruma
WHEN the attack was in plain sight, the Mantingan was indeed unable to dodge in the same manner anymore. But it has hundreds of other ways of avoiding it.
The mantang bends its two knees ninety degrees, so that its body is like sleeping in the air, with its feet still treading the earth. The Angel of the North River passed by just above him, of course, with buying eyes.
After that, Mantingan stood up again. He only needed to exert one hand to catch the cup sliding beside him. The tea in the cup was not at all reduced even though it had been thrown into the air.
Even for throwing cups, Mantingan has a special way of keeping the throws balanced.
The North River had just finished landing. His chest was up and down, his breathing was panting. Not because his attacks are draining, but more because all his attacks can be avoided Mantingan without moving the hand even a little from behind the back.
“In attack, all we have to consider is time and accuracy.” The mantel slowly. “In pressure, all we have to consider is time and accuracy.”
The Northern River Angel did not dare to show his face in front of Mantingan. It's too embarrassed. If allowed, all he wanted now was to dig a hole and hide in it. How could the entire attack be avoided by Mantingan without feeling the slightest difficulty?
“Error is not a problem, because it is still a practice, but if in a real fight, mistake can mean death. With more and more of you facing problems and mistakes in training time, then you will easily face similar things in real situations.”
The Angel of the North River still could not overcome his embarrassment. He simply said without facing the mantangan. “Can I go?”
The mantle just nodded. The swamp angel did not move from his place. Of course, how could he know that Mantingan was nodding while he was facing somewhere else?
“How can you know what your opponent is doing if you don't dare to look at him?” The mantel said slowly. It was quiet, but it could be heard clearly in the girl's ears, as if Mantingan was standing next to her.
The Northern River Angel breathes the air deeply. After his courage was gathered, he slowly turned around. His eyes were timidly facing the young man who managed to dodge all of his attacks
The young man looks to be nodding. There was no longer anything holding back the Northern River Angel running into the inn while carrying his sword.
Mantingan again faced towards the two mountains, contemplating what a good exercise would be like for tomorrow.
“Ah, looks like the same exercise only. She looks like it ..”
***
That night. The condition of the inn could not be said to be quiet since the merchant group rented many rooms in it. Various sounds that Mantingan can hear from his own room, if he uses sharp hearing. Starting from every mercenary chat about the present Sundanese situation, to the sound in the merchant's room.
The Mantingan did not want to hear the voice in the merchant's room. He found it impolite, and of course, made him nauseous. The mantan only wanted to hear the conversation between the mercenaries. That's valuable, because the news of what the situation is like today largely determines what Mantingan should do in the future. Then Mantingan had to hear all the sounds he could hear.
“Ya, yes. I heard that there was indeed a movement of hundreds of black warriors to the west to occupy areas other than Sundapura.”
“Either should I be grateful or call them unintelligent. Split strength is the biggest weakness.”
“Jeez, your round belly is always funny, as always.”
Manten shook his head vigorously to repel the voice that perched in his ear, again he focused on the conversation of his soldiers only. And hopefully only the soldiers.
“Taruma said rise. They did not have the prestige of asking for help from white schools to help him. Some even say Tarumanagara established a friendly relationship with White Wind College.”
“What? White Wind College?!”
The mantelan was as surprised as they were. Really he did not expect White Wind School to be mentioned in the conversation. Even the news they brought was not bad news. Isn't it with ‘that friendly relationship, White Wind College can more freely spread the good in this Taruma Country? That's really good news, Mantingan was happy to hear it.
“True. But there are other universities that do not agree with the resurgence of the White Wind College in Taruma Country. Fire Spear College did not play around in that refusal. When the White Wind College official was on a visit, there was a member from Fire Spear College who was carrying stones towards him, fortunately that person could be intercepted in time.”
“So it seems, you yourself are siding with the White Wind College?”
“Must admit. Yep. It does. They are not the kind of school that other people used to say. Their teachings can quench my thirst for the science of true truth. They can explain the truth in real terms, not grandiose like a mere fairy tale. What they teach can be applied in the real world, not in the afterlife that we ourselves do not know exists or does not.”
They were silent for a moment. The silence was filled with other voices that Mantingan would never dare to write the voices heard into his story.
“Yes, I heard that too. I myself got a little teaching from one of their members. Too bad when I want to listen further, the task is waiting, then here I am now, on duty. But there is one question in the depths of my mind that is stuck and has not been answered ..”.
“What is it?”
“They do not explain about life after death. They just say that life after death does exist, but really do not explain what it looks like.”
“No man has died and risen from his grave, and recounts nature after death. It was still shrouded in a fog of mystery. Maybe that is how Sang Hyang, so that people do not fear death, even miss him.”
The next conversation Mantingan no longer listen, they began to enter the discussion about his family at home. It was not that Mantingan thought the conversation was worthless—the whole story was precious, but the other voice was too distracting that Mantingan decided to stop eavesdropping.
But just as he was about to retract his sharp hearing, Mantingan heard the North River Angel conversing in his room. Mantingan felt a great need to hear it, on whom the girl spoke stirring up was important.
