The Musafir
Defeat of Opponents
WHEN the blade of the knife held by the old man was almost stuck in his own stomach, Mantingan's hand grabbed the old man's arm so that his movement was completely stopped.
He saw Mantingan with a hateful face.
“You have insulted me by not killing me, and now you have come back to insult me by preventing me from committing suicide! Anyone will know that your attack was deliberately not directed precisely at the batok of my head, but it means a great humiliation for a true warrior! What do you want now?!”
The mantan still did not take off its grip on the old man's arm. “For did you throw away lives?”
“It is better for me to waste my life while there is still honor, than to live with shame and humiliation! Move aside you young swordsman!”
“Honor belongs to those who continue to live until death itself comes to him. Not even approaching his death. That's where Mr. Swordsman will live with high honor.”
“For a true swordsman, honor is gained from defeat in battle!”
“Bapak did not lose the fight, I did not beat you. You just want to die silly by killing yourself!”
“You have insulted and harassed this old man, so it is appropriate that it is interpreted as a defeat from an opponent who does not respect his opponent!”
“Absolutely I do not mean to insult or harass the Father, I did that so that this fight does not need to drag on again and then lead to bloodshed!”
The wind is getting stronger even though the sun is still comfortable nestling between the cracks of the hills. The birds still chirped beautifully, flying here and there over the three peaks, not one of them realizing that death would stab them if the two men on one of the peaks were to fight again.
“Father Swordsman, it is very noble that you have sent me a letter containing beautiful words but ended up in a battle challenge. I have no problem facing my Father, because I believe I will learn many lessons in a fight. But, I have absolutely no intention of killing someone like Mr.”
“But you have insulted me in the same way that killed me, Son ...”
“The one I killed was not the body or soul of the Father, but the personality of the warrior Father. Think of it that way because not a single bit of me hurt the body or hurt the life of the Father. Therefore, the Father has absolutely no right to kill the Body and the soul that dwells in it. What was killed was the personality of the Father, so that a new personality can appear at any time jua.”
The old man glanced at the kneeling Manten in front of him. Only briefly, but it exuded a doubt that could be captured very clearly by the eyes of Mantingan. That's why he went back on with his words.
“The world is far more vast than we think, Father. If only we move further north, past the Land of the Roof of Heaven, then, so the rule that states that the honor and perfection of a swordsman lies after he dies in the fight does not apply and will be very difficult to apply. Then we can know together, that the size of perfection cannot be determined by humans.”
The mantle removed its grip from the old man's arm. Then he turned around and then stepped foot. But his steps stopped when the old man called his name.
“Whatever I will do next, I make sure that it will not hurt those you love.”
The mantle nodded its head before returning to the legs. Leaving the three-peaked hill as the sun rose to the top. The sky was fluttering with a orange tinge. The mist slowly blurred along with the young man's steps. And the crowing of the forest chicken echoed, combined with the chirping of the forest birds.
“So, why don't you let me just do that?”
KANA asked as she walked as Mantingan recounted the course of the night until dawn battle.
“I am obliged to prevent murder and spread affection.”
“That means, You love him?”
“Please love.” Mantingan deliberately emphasized his voice on those two words.
“Can I do that if later I face the enemy?”
“If the circumstances allow, then you must prevent your enemies from killing people, including killing themselves.”
“But I'm not forbidden to kill, right?”
Mantingan took a deep breath before saying long in length anyway, “If you are fought and in a state of persecution, then you have the right to defend yourself by fighting them as well. If you are killed or killed, then you have the right to choose the second option, which is to kill. But always remember that peace is more valuable than anything else, so try to make peace with your enemies to prevent war. Do not be too naive, if the enemy rejects peace, then fight them not to cause chaos again. Peace almost always demands war.”
Kana digested Mantingan's words before finally nodding slowly. “For that, immediately train me to become a swordsman so that I can create peace.”
The mantle frowned as it stared at Kana. “That means, you want to fight?”
“Yes! I think it would be a lot of fun to fight for peace!”
Mantingan shook his head while clucking a few times. “If you like fighting too much, then maybe you will fall without knowing the end of the battle you live. Isn't that terrible?”
“For me it is the most commendable sacrifice a human being has ever made. I was still amazed by the soldiers who had no hesitation in sacrificing their lives for the realization of a common goal, which they would not feel the slightest if they fell on the battlefield. Like the word, they are like shields and lifeless swords, which in their daily life never feel security and comfort.” Kana said with her hands clenched tightly. Spirit overflowing.
Both of them continued to walk in the middle of the jungle without passing through a single street. The forest has not been touched by civilization at all. Let alone the great road that horses and buffalo pedati can take, no path is there. Not even a single piece of tree branch was found.
There are no approximate height of shrubs. But with the Blood Wind Palm Force that had been considerably reduced in power, the Mantingan very easily brushed off the sea of scrub without turning them off. And since the Blood Wind Palm He unleashed was not as powerful as his strength, the Mantin did not need to expend much energy within.
Seeing how this forest is so eroded, it is natural that Dara paid a heavy price to the collector of news about the existence of the three-peaked hills, because indeed its existence is very rarely known to wide-ranging fantasies.
