The Musafir

Taruma Buffalo Warrior

MANTINGAN AND the North River Angel did not wait until morning arrived to continue the journey. However, the empress' entourage continued to move without being able to know that the two were resting.

So that at midnight, they sped at high speed among the trees on the roadside. Without additional lighting, it is actually rather difficult to dart without hitting the tree trunk. But it can be overcome by the sharp hearing of Mantingan, which is much sharper after his seven chakras are filled with inner energy.

The silvery robe of the Mantingan was reflected by the moonlight that was equally silver, making the robe as a guide for the North River Angel.

Mantingan does not carry a map, even the bundle is still hanging on the back of his horse—if the group does not release luggage in order to move quickly.

It was clear that the horse had escaped with the queen's entourage.

Other than the Sword Kiai Kedai and the coffers contained a Magic Throw, a pack of poisonous needles, and some medicinal nape, he did not carry any other objects.

Bidadari Sungai Utara. The girl only carried the White Pigeon Sword and a few needles.

But as two warriors, they could survive even without carrying anything. A swordsman can replace food with energy. If not carrying a sword, then the swordsman can use hand science.

Mantingan was not worried about supplies, but he was really worried whether the road he was taking with the North River Angel was wrong or right.

The tracks of wheels and horse treads the group had left behind had disappeared. This place seems not to be flooded with rainwater. Traces of horse-drawn carriages will be difficult to stick to dry ground.

If so, then the only thing Mantingan can do is go towards Mount Kubang, then, but it will take a very long time to go to the North Wind College in the Mount Kubang region without carrying a map.

He and Bidadari Sungai Utara had to stop from one village to another. Ask the direction of the road that can be passed to go to Mount Kubang. Not only that, it is likely that the Mantingan will be challenged by warriors in the village.

There are more warriors living in civilization than green forests.

“Mantingan, there!”

Mantingan looked back after hearing the voice of the Northern River Angel. He saw the girl pointing to the left side of the road with her hand, then immediately Mantingan stopped the pace before perching on a branch of a tree. The Angel of the North River did the same, not far from him.

The mantan looked up at the girl staring. He saw a horse carriage that fell into the thickets of the bush. Mantingan examined the shape of the horse carriage he felt he had known, how surprised he was like seeing a demon. How could she win herself if all she saw was the empress' horse carriage!

Cana and Kina joined the queen's entourage, and now the chariot that had fallen into the thicket seemed to be uninhabited.

And so with a rage, Mantang flashed towards the chariot with a sword drawn from its cage. His anger trumps his common sense and wisdom.

When it stayed a little longer for Mantingan to reach the roof of the horse carriage, suddenly the roof exploded. Crushed to pieces. He saw a human figure coming out of the perforated roof. The silver glint from his sword emitted a moon shadow.

So with anger that has accumulated in the crowns, Mantingan attacked the figure very fiercely. His mind raged, alleging that the figure who had come out of the roof had killed the entire entourage and was now inside the horse-drawn carriage to trap him. Then there is no mercy that Mantingan will give!

The mantan slashed his sword directly towards the neck of the person, who was instantly driven away using his sword. A deafening clink sound and a fire melt were created.

In that one gunfight, the sword of the opponent has no power to resist the violence of the sword and the anger of its user, so it breaks in two!

The mantingan did not stop even though his first attack was foiled. Returning his sword slashed, this time leading to the opponent's waist. But once again, his attack was successfully repelled, and the opponent's sword was broken again until it became very short.

No matter if his attacks had been thwarted twice. The mantan pulled his sword back to provide the deadliest force of his attack.

“Hero Man! Stop!”

Almost Mantingan shakes the Sword Kiai Kedai which certainly will not be stopped anymore and will obviously kill the figure. Mantingan still had time to hear the sound so that he had also held back his movements.

They floated downwards as light as cotton strands. The mantan did not sheathe his sword just in case. He still did not recognize who the person in front of him was even though it was clear that the person recognized him.

The darkness of the night plus the shadows from the shady trees had covered the figure. From his heavy voice, it seemed that he was already middle-aged.

“Who are you?!” Mantingan asked loudly, because indeed his anger was still difficult to appease.

“Hero Man, calm yourself and lower your sword first!” Another voice appeared disarming, making the mantle's forehead wrinkled.

“I won't do it as long as I don't know who I'm dealing with. Enemy or friend, say name!”

“Do not be presumptuous! Know that the one facing you is Sri Cakrawarman, Hero Man!”

The mantle's forehead is getting wrinkled. Who is Sri Cakravarman? With the title “Sri” in front of his name, Mantingan can guess that this person is not necessarily not a random person.

“Do you not know about me, Hero Man?” The heavy voice sounded. “Padahan I've known your name for a long time.”

The mantan felt an incredible pressure emanating from the sound. What is really going on in that place? Who was Sri Cakravarman who was able to make such a terrible air from just his voice, but had the ability to fight below or at least at the level of the Mantingan?

“Truly Danger not knowing who you are.” Mantingan lowered his tone.

After he said that, the Angel of the North River arrived right behind him. The girl seemed to be alerting the sword and was in a state of being ready to fight, but the Mantingan signaled the girl to resist his attack.

While the heavy voice returned to reply, “Hmm, maybe it is not your fault, this is my own fault that is not too famous among martial wells and martial forests. But let me introduce myself if you do not know, Hero Man. Dakulah Cakravarman, Patih War Tarumanagara, younger brother of Sri Maharaja Punawarman.”

The mantan was very surprised. Sri Maharaja Purnawarman and Patih War Tarumanagara? Why had he never heard his name mentioned?

Without lingering any longer, immediately sheathed her sword. And bow down he. But had a Cakravarman known, the sword of the Mantingan was not fully sheathed. Mantingan was still suspicious of the man who claimed to be the Patih War Tarumanagara in front of him.

Because in a down state, vigilance will be reduced a lot and negligence increased sharply, the opponent can stab when it happens.

“Ubsolutely both of you, I am not a king who needs to be treated like that.”

“Pardon me who has been hasty towards you.” Mantingan apologized sincerely.

“No. It's not your fault. You must attack first. However, forget that question.” Cakravarman suddenly had a long tweet. A moment later, there was a loud sound from the direction of the bush and from the top of the shady trees. “We've all been looking forward to you, Hero Man.”

MANTINGAN SAW dozens of shadowy figures coming out from behind the thickets, the trunks of trees, and the darkness of the forest. They walked towards him, or rather they approached Cakravarman. Stand behind the big man.

“This is the Taruma Buffalo Warrior, a group of special forces containing the most reliable experts warriors.” Cakravarman continued his words in a friendly tone. “We have been waiting for you in this place. One of my soldiers will explain to you more fully, now we must move.”

***

MANTINGAN FLASHED from the top of the tree to the top of the tree with dozens of Taruma Buffalo Warriors. The Northern River Angel moved right to his right; while on his left was a soldier explaining everything that had happened to the empress' entourage right after the Mantingan left him.

“Based on the direction of the person who named himself as Jakawarman, Sri Empress's entourage immediately moved. None of the goods or people left behind other than you and your friend,” he said. “At the same time, we are moving at full speed towards Tanjung Kalapa from White Wind College. A few soldiers from the White Mask Army are with us. Our goal at that time was to catch up with the Empress after we heard the news of the betrayal from a soldier. We did not expect to meet the group at Agrabinta, because it should not have crossed the line at Agrabinta.

“But after we got a brief explanation of what had happened, we were quick to carry out a sixth-grade rescue. This is the highest level of rescue after the seventh level rescue which is devoted only to one Maharaja. At that time, we were all a hundred warriors including an additional five warriors from the White Mask Army. We split people. Eighty to bring the entourage to the White Wind College; twenty to settle down by the wayside, wait and restrain the movement of the enemy.”

On the eastern horizon, Mantingan saw a slight orange tinge. The dawn has arrived.

The soldier continued as he continued to dart, “The horse-drawn carriage was abandoned, the empress was forced to ride a horse for the smoothness and safety of the trip. We use it to outwit the enemy. Sri Cakravarman came with us, the group waiting for the enemy, because he was too brave to escape with Sri Prameswari's entourage. We hid without moving much. Sri Cakravarman waited right inside the horse-drawn carriage, with his beloved sword blade always alerted. One day one night we keep waiting at our respective place.”

After getting an explanation from the soldier, Mantingan began to understand where he and this army were aiming. They should be following the queen's entourage which may be far ahead.

“We are waiting for the enemy, but we are actually waiting for you and your friend. All the good and sacrifice you give will surely get the right reward from Sri Maharaja Punawarman. Your name will be glorified as the hero of Taruma.” Country

Mantingan smiled awkwardly after hearing the compliment. According to him, he only did what he was supposed to do. Kiai Guru Kedai advised to always spread kindness wherever his feet rest, Kenanga also said that.

They keep flashing. Creating a black shadow in the middle of the forest that began to fall into the sunlight. Passing the birds flying in groups.

The road is on their left side. The road was a path crossed by the empress, so that twenty troops never moved too far from the side of the road.

Mantingan and the Northern River Angel glanced at each other. Then smile broadly. How he realized, that only they were looking decile among others. Their clothes were covered in mud stains, so thick that they covered their original colors. However, this is proof that only the two of them are fighting.

***

THE SUN HAD risen, but it was too early to be said to be daytime. Mantings, the North River Angel, and the Taruma Buffalo Warrior were showered with great joy.

The queen's entourage has been seen. Horses are tethered on the left side of the road. While the soldiers of the guards seemed to gather in a field. One tent was set up.

They all immediately shot up to land around the group.

The North River Angel immediately embraced Cana and Kina who were sitting pensively, initially thinking that Jakawarman was hugging them.

“Stop hugging us, Kaka Jaka! It won't make them both appear here.”

But when the Angel of the North River whispered something that Mantingan could not hear, both of them burst out with excitement.

All the warriors and warriors who were there were drawn to the new ones. Then at the same time, they were only to Spell. It clearly made the young man nervous because he had never been treated in such a way. Nevertheless, Mantingan keep penjura reply.

After that, there was a negotiation to exchange news. For the past day, they had been separated without knowing the news of each other.

But there is no longing among the soldiers, only interests. So when they carry out negotiations, really what is discussed is only important.

Jakawarman and six white masked warriors approached Mantingan and jutted. Jakawarman then said, “Can the Hero say how the fate of the Twins of Gomati is?”

Mantingan smiled and said, “They died as tough warriors, it's a pity I didn't have time to make pancaka for them.”

Jakawarman and six other masked soldiers exchanged information and news of the college. From that conversation, Mantingan knew a little about the Twins of Gomati.

The twins from Gomati are siblings who are really twins. They have the nickname White Eagle and Black Eagle because they are considered to have complement each other. The Black Eagle does not hesitate to kill its enemies; while the White Eagle values human life and promotes peace negotiations before starting a fight.

As the name suggests, these two twin brothers are from the Gomati River, a river that was once repaired by Rajadirajaguru—kakek of Punawarman.

It is thought that they only live a kara on the banks of the river. Some villagers saw they were always catching fish by bubu on the river bank to fill the stomach. But when the two had entered their teens, the villagers no longer saw them anywhere. His hut was uninhabited with all the things that were left behind.

A dozen years after their disappearance, then the name Twins of Gomati sticking out in the jungle as warriors in the flow of independence. The two became famous after successfully completing high-level tasks perfectly.

But their short path is not to seek perfection of life, but profit. It is not recorded that both of them make the challenge of fighting if they are not paid dearly.

“Jadi ... they are independent stream warriors,” Mantingan murmur. He thought, if it were just that the Black Eagle was facing him, maybe the situation could have been different.

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These are two episodes that are made into one. Number of words: 2148