The Musafir
The disappearance of Jakawarman
JAKAWARMAN DIRECTLY darted towards the thickets that grew lush on the side of the road. Mantingan shook his head slowly before returning to write the characters on the ejection sheet to continue his book.
Many felt the need to write, because since leaving the Wind Bell Village, Mantingan never wrote again. While the journey continues, sprinkled with stories that he thinks are interesting enough to be included in the script.
The mantel suddenly thought. Who will read this script? What if the imaginary doesn't like the script at all?
Mantingan felt that he was not a good writer. He must admit, that there are many errors in the script. Even the grammar is slightly different, it is not possible to attract many people.
But then he realized that he was writing not so that people would enjoy the story of his journey full of fight like the stories made by the authors about the swordsman's life that always must be filled with fight. Mantingan wrote to let people learn a little from his travels. That way, he felt the script would be much more useful than a mere made-up fairy tale.
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THE GROUP STOPPED at midnight in an upset state. A squad of thirty strongest warriors was immediately created, the Mantingan himself leading the squad.
Without lingering any longer, the 30 warriors immediately shot rapidly westward. Down the road they went through before.
Dozens of Throws of Light Magic scattered his radiance. It creates a beautiful scene while the warriors carry it at high speed like lightning. But what really happened, the mood of their minds was not as beautiful as the scenery.
Especially on Mantingan who was pounding his heart. He was the most worried of all the warriors who were with him. Eagle Eye Science is used, as well as the Science of Hearing Dew Drops. Even if the two styles are used together in full, the mantingan will be overshadowed by the dependents of deep wounds that can be deadly. But the worry of his heart had surpassed his common sense.
Shortly after, the mantingan stopped spitting. 29 Warriors behind him also stopped. They spread out on both sides of the road. The eye looks at all the places where it is possible to be seen.
“Convince here, Hero Man?” A swordsman from the White Mask Army asked beside Mantingan. Although he was a special soldier, but his tone sounded quite anxious.
“Yes, I'm sure,” Reply Mantingan, “in this place, Jakawarman said to me that he was going to pee. But there's no way he's spending time on a rice cooker just to pee! Where is he now?!”
“We understand the circumstances, Hero Man. Let's comb this area more calmly. With tranquility, the slightest trace must have been discovered.”
Mantingan did not answer but immediately darted into the forest. He grasped two Light Magic Throws to give him additional illumination. Seeing that, other warriors also began sweeping.
Mantings darted between the branches of the trees. Every now and then, he would hit a tree branch. Not without reason, he did that to create sound waves. When the sound waves bounce off a surface area, the Science of Hearing Dew Drops will capture and translate it into a form after the shape of the field reflected by the sound.
In such a way, Mantingan seemed to be able to see objects far away even though it was covered by the pitch of night. Mantings can sense the presence of hundreds of trees, night bats that fly after moths, snakes that reach trees, large rocks, weeds, to dewdrops that are hundreds of spears from where they shot.
But not once did the Mantingan sense the existence of a human other than his own team. The mantan is getting restless.
As Mantingan darted further and further into the forest, his eyes caught a golden glowing object among the short grass. The mantan immediately shot down towards the object that deserves it.
After successfully landing, Mantingan without lingering again quickly reach the small object in a way that can be said to be a little rough.
Lightning exploded right above his head. His hand trembled violently until the golden piece of matter floated down to the ground. His lips were stammering, wanting to say something that did not meet success.
Unlike what was thought, the object he just held turned out to have a surface that was very soft and seemed very very fragile. Flat-shaped; as thin as a strand of clothing.
“Developes!”
The heart of Mantingan is beating faster. No doubt, that's the Kembangmas! The mantel took the small box that he always carried everywhere in his robe and opened it. Inside the box, there was a piece of clothing that emitted a golden light as well. That's a petal of Kembangmas that Uncle Birawa gave him!
His nose was attached to the petals of the Gembangmas. Deeply inhaled in its aroma. The mantle widened his eyes. The same scent as the scent he found!
When Mantingan wanted to pick up a golden flat object on the grass, his gaze unintentionally caught another golden light some distance ahead of him. Mantingan eyes are widening. The mantle immediately shot towards the light.
Again, the mantingan was surprised. He came back to the same thing he had met. Not only that, his eyes again caught some golden light that was in front of him.
With his forehead beginning to frown, the Mantang placed the two Light Magic Throws on his caping. After that, Mantingan pulled out the blade of Kiai Kedai Sword from his cage.
Although fate gives clues to the object he has been looking for, the Mantingan does not really lose his mind. If what he found was the petals of the Gembangmas, then it should have been around and it could have meant distress!
Mantingan recalled the story from Uncle Birawa that Kembangmas can be wild when feeling threatened, so it's good he put the sword alerted. Didn't in the days of Salakanagara before, Kembangmas managed to kill hundreds of magic warriors who were looking for his existence?
Isn't that way, Kembangmas can kill Mantang as easily as turning the palm of the hand?
Nevertheless, his common sense was not really healthy either. When his common sense tells him to step back, then curiosity leads him to go further.
Sometimes, common sense does want the best for yourself. But curiosity sometimes leads people to sacrifice themselves for good.
The mantle continued to slowly walk. There were more than five golden luminous petals that passed through him. The forest is getting bigger.
The golden lights formed a long barrage and led him to pass through the valley adjacent to the high ravine. The mantan did not care, he continued forward following in which direction the golden lights were taking him.
Until the Mantingan arrived right on a large rock. No more golden glowing petals were caught by his eyes. However, another object was seen lying on the rock where it stood. The mantel approached and looked at him as carefully as possible.
The object is nothing but and not mistakenly a set of all-white clothes. It just sits on a cold rock. The mantel breathed that thing without the slightest hesitation.
“It's Jaka clothes,” murmur slowly.
The howls of the coyote sounded long. Mantingan pitched his head, looking at the full moon that shone unobstructed mega-mega. The wind blew so strong on the edge of the ravine, waving the young man's robe and hair.
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note:
Does anyone smell Kembangma—, I mean the aroma is about to end?
