The Musafir

Reappearance

MANTINGAN WENT ON to ask, “Then why did you stop here?”

“We are waiting for your arrival.”

The mantle frowned. “You shouldn't wait. We are all warriors, it is a very easy thing for us to catch up with you guys, right?”

“Indeed right,” answered. “But that's not the only reason that makes us have to stop.”

The mantel raised his eyebrows. Is there another problem when his body desperately needs rest now?

“There is a battle far ahead there,” said Jakawarman as his finger pointed eastward. “Some of the Agrabinta soldiers guarding the road stopped us and advised not to pass. A group of black streams were charging the Agrabinta team with disdain. The one who was with us was Gusti Empress. So, of course we do not continue the journey.” Jakawarman took a deep breath. “Hero Man, we are waiting for twenty warriors who went to help you, we are also waiting for the mighty Sri Cakravarman on the battlefield, and specifically waiting for your presence to be the main key to win the battle. With all this power, I'm sure we can win the battle very easily.”

Mantingan took a deep breath before nodding his head slowly. Jakawarman smiled widely at the nod that meant the approval.

Although the Mantingan's rest period had to be replaced with a battle, the Mantingan felt unencumbered. This is his necessity to fight evil for the creation of good. A tired body is a sacrifice that is nothing compared to the results that will be obtained later.

“When can we start moving?” ask Mantingan later.

Jakawarman opened his mouth to answer, but a cry restrained his speech and attracted all his attention.

“All warriors assemble!”

Mantingan, Jakawarman, and six swordsmen in masks—who had more silence from earlier collected with other Taruma Buffalo Warriors. They quickly formed several rows facing towards the Cakravarman in front of him.

“I hope you know that the enemy is waiting for our sword to be drenched in his blood. And we've been waiting for that for a long time. Prepare your swords, brave soldiers! We are going to wipe out the black-flow thugs for the sake of making peace in this land! Go ahead always and refrain from retreating before the enemy is defeated!” Cakravarman shouted out loud. His voice was accompanied by a deep force to reassure his soldiers, but it did not have much effect on Mantingan who was a level swordsman or even higher than Cakravarman. “Eighty warriors come with me, twenty others keep Gusti Prameswari here. While the soldiers who are not warriors, stay here and keep an eye on the surroundings. Whatever task you take on is equally honorable. Disperse and get ready!”

The troops dispersed. Prepare for battle and divide the group. While the Mantingan was definitely at the forefront of the battle, so was Jakawarman and the six White Mask Army warriors.

Mantingan quickly approached Cana and Kina who were still with the North River Angel. He had not been able to meet them before, and now had to separate again.

Kana and Kina moved first hugging Mantingan tightly before shedding her tears full of haru. The mantle laughed and stroked the heads of both.

“One more time, once again Kaka broke the promise.” Kana said ketus.

“Kak Maman keep fighting as if not dear life!”

The mantis was increasingly made to laugh by that word. “Yes, I admit that I have indeed broken a promise to you. To make up for it, I'll spend you good food at any time. Do you agree?”

“Good food? An offer that is not interesting at all. But after Kina considered it, it was better for Kina to accept it. How about you, Kakanda?” Kina answered while laughing.

“As you say, Adinda. The offer was not at all interesting, but this poor me had no other choice but to accept it.”

Chuckling coat. How aware now, he is so loving these two very special children. In fact, there was a desire in the depths of his mind to endure the departure of the Angel of the North River, so that he could always be with Cana and Kina. But what is the power if Yawabhumi is showing his unfriendly side?

The Angel of the North River approached him. Mantingan knew that he was smiling, though clearly hindered by the veil. How much beauty the world cannot accept.

“Can I come with you?”

Bidadari Sungai Utara got a stark answer. He also learned that Cana and Kina could not be abandoned anymore, too cruel if he did that. Moreover, the battle feels very easy to win because of the presence of Mantingan, Cakrawarman, and a combination of two special forces at once—The White Mask Squad and the Taruma Buffalo Warrior.

Although there were only eighty warriors, it was more than enough to fight against five hundred medium-skilled warriors.

The coat asks Kana to take her bundle on the horse's back. Kana's indecision made the bundle up quickly in her hands. The mantle refilled his coffers with items from his bundle, such as poisonous needles, flying knives, as well as tying up the ejection storage box on his right thigh.

“I have to go. Take it easy, it won't be long,” Mantingan said with a smile on his lips. “When I come back later, I don't want to see any of you getting hurt.”

Kana and Kina nodded steadily despite enduring the grief. Together with Bidadari Sungai Utara, both of them released Mantingan.

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MANTINGAN AND Jakawarman darted next to each other. Eighty other warriors shot out at the same speed. Cakravarman darted in the vanguard with a new pair of swords that out of nowhere he got them.

Tarumanagara's war master did not show his anger at all even though Mantingan had destroyed a beloved sword. It was as if I never remembered the event. How his mental level is indeed worthy of a position as a coach of war an empire.

Some of the soldiers who were assigned to guard the streets could only gape at the prowess right on top of it. But in his mind, they were really shouting in excitement. Their belief that the battle would be won was very high.

Not far east there, Mantingan could see a plume of black smoke rising high at some point. It was obvious that the black smoke was not a sign of a village, but rather a great battle. The mantle felt a rumble in his chest.

“Mantingan, do you remember me?”

When Mantingan heard a voice, he immediately turned his head. But then it was realized that the voice was not coming from any direction.

The eyes of the mantingan then widened. The voice felt he had known. A voice capable of nourishing his soul in all circumstances. Doused him with an outpouring of advice when the situation was pressing for him. How later it was realized that the voice was once part of his tribe.

“Rara!” scream in the mind. Full of joy beyond measure.

“Apparently you haven't forgotten me either.” The voice came back with a soft tone.

“Whatever happens and whatever my age, I can never forget you.” The mantle countered as it continued to flicker, the black smoke becoming more and more apparent.

“I will never forget you either.” Rara who was in his mind laughed. “Then you must not forget the incident on the beach, right?”

The smile of the mantis slowly faded away. Highlight his eyes—people must know—emitates sadness. “When I remember your name, that's when I remember how you were killed.”

“Be honest with me, Mantingan,” Rara said in a strange tone. “Can you really forget that grudge?”

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