The Musafir
The Book of Savrinadeya with Its Unapplied Ease
MANTINGAN rubs his nose which really feels itchy. He had just sneezed a few times, indeed the sound produced was so thunderous that it echoed hundreds of times in the Thousand Drops of Water.
“Huasssuuu!” The mantle sneezed back. “If it goes on like this, I will never be able to finish this golek.”
Mantingan put down his sculpting knife and stood up while rubbing his nose. Indeed, at that time, he was making a Soul Golek that would later be shaped like a statue of the statue, which had just completed the arm only.
The mantel is not lazy to continue. Really he is not lazy, even can be said to be happy during making Golek Soul. It was just that his body had felt a little need for rest, because he had not slept for three full days since returning to the Thousand Drops of Water. If not for the help of internal energy and prana energy, of course Mantingan will collapse without anyone coming to help him.
His initial mantle wanted to create a hand-shaped Soul Golek to replace his right arm. However, Mantingan remembered that the Soul Golek must be controlled by the fingers. It is impossible to move the fingers on his right hand just to move his left hand. After all, it requires an extraordinary concentration of mind. And despite that, Mantingan does not know how to make a Soul Golek in the shape of a hand. So it was felt that getting an artificial hand with the Soul Golek was something that was extremely impossible.
After entering the main building—yang located in the north, Mantingan immediately flashed towards his room. Indeed, if flashing is needed, because the building is large enough with a winding hallway, so it will take a short time to get to his room.
Flashing, Mantingan only took less than two eye jolts to arrive at his room.
The young man threw himself in the bed. Close your eyes, intending to go to sleep as soon as possible. But when his eyelids had been perfectly closed, so that it seemed only darkness and nothing but darkness itself, at a glance then dyed the shadow of the North River Angel which however made the eyelids of Mantingan open again.
He felt that his eyes had turned around for the real reason had been clear but not the slightest bit willing to be revealed.
How the departure of the Angel of the North River had created a void in his mind, which he desperately tried to ignore, but gradually re-creating misery in the mind which nevertheless has no antidote other than the presence of the North River Angel itself.
Then Mantingan began to think, is it natural what he experienced this? Does every warrior in the martial well feel the same, namely heartache in the face of love? Or just himself?
However, the North River Angel is the only female figure who is able to make Mantingan amazed and comfortable with him. While Rara, it is not worth saying that, because her friendship with the woman is only a moment, not even more than a full moon.
Then Mantingan realized, that his pain was not caused by an external disease, but by an internal disease, which is nothing else and nothing is not a breakup.
***
I DON'T KNOW how many days it's been since Mantingan fell asleep. Could it be only two days? A day? Or less than half a day?
Indeed, in the absence of the sun in the Thousand Drops of Water, Mantingan could not count the days so precisely.
Indeed Mantingan had scratched the walls forming lines to count the days that had been exceeded from his observation of the glowing gems in the Thousand Drops of Water. One line is one day. But in a state of sleep, which due to the absence of the sun can be slumbering for a long time, Mantingan really can not count days.
That's how the calculation of the day in the Thousand Drops of Water becomes something that is not too important. It was as if the Named Woman had deliberately made time seem to be infeasible, so that someone in it could truly center themselves on training without being hunted by time.
So once he woke up refreshed, Mantingan immediately flashed out the building and went to the middle of the field practicing where he carved wood for Golek Soul yesterday.
***
ACTUALLY, it is not easy for Mantingan to sculpt wood that is very hard surface using only one arm, only, but he still managed to make a pair of arms and a pair of legs for his Soul Golek within two weeks.
Indeed, the manufacture has not reached the body, even the fingers for the hands and feet of the golek has not been made. However, what Mantingan did was actually much better than it should have been.
As mentioned earlier, the Soul Golek is not an easily created object. It takes a lot of time and money to make it. Each Golek Soul the size of a stone sculpture requires usually takes fifteen full moons to make. Mantingan has managed to sculpt the arms and legs Golek Soul in the span of two weeks is very good.
There was still a lot of ulin wood left, but not enough to make the body, head, and additional parts for his Soul Golek. If the wood has been used up, Mantingan plans to cut down the ulin tree itself without the help of Gema Samudradvipa, then he does not need to disguise himself as a layman so that everything can be done quickly.
And during these two weeks, of course, not all the time is spent on carving wood, because however much doing the same thing over and over again will lead to saturation. So Mantingan also practice swordsmanship, by opening a new book available in the Thousand Drops of Water.
It contained simple and easy-to-understand languages, but that was no longer true after Mantingan tried it out as a style.
It is as if a fragment is written in the book:
...The movement of the sword to the left...
...then behind...
...then above...
...then down...
...and when moved to the right...
...will create a bunch of sharp winds...
Mantingan thought that doing what was written in the book would go very easily. What is the difficulty of moving the sword left, back, up, down, so that when it is moved to the right it will create a set of sharp winds?
But when Mantingan made that movement, something did not happen. Let alone the sharp wind, not even a single gust of wind was created. Mantingan has done that over and over again, hundreds or perhaps thousands of times, but still nothing happens that can meet his expectations.
And it is worth mentioning in the book:
...Swirl the sword to the right three times...
...Swipe the sword to the left twice...
...then the sword will return sharply...
...until the ends of the hair will be split...
...became two...
And the end of the story remains the same, that nothing happens that can meet his expectations. The Savrinadeya Sword still could not split the ends of the hair. And let alone to split the ends of the hair into two parts, cut dry jerky even the sword could not.
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note:
I want to start selling works on karyakar*, see other writers start moving there. According to the dear readers, how? And if you're willing to support, what kind of work do you want?
The traveler will continue here until it is finished.
Readers' answers are highly anticipated, thank you.
