The Musafir
The Non-Material Soft Voice
“We only need half a day to arrive in Kotaraja, Chitra. From here on out, there will be many more civilizations that we encounter. So with or in the absence of this buffalo pedati, we will still not fly.” Smiling coat.
“Stay I don't like.” Chitra Anggini has perfectly melted down. “Don't you realize that the villagers gave us all these useless things just to pay for their shame?”
“If those rice sacks are already sold, all the money will be yours.” Mantingan hoped that with that answer, Chitra Anggini would be satisfied and silent. However, his hope was not fulfilled.
“I'm not interested in the money from selling this rice. The result would probably be only a hundred gold pieces. But if I ask you for money, then surely you will give me one Stone worth a thousand pieces of gold! Isn't that right, he?” Chitra Anggini raised his head, showing a witty smile.
***
MANTINGAN pulled something out from inside the coffers on his waist, before throwing it to Chitra Anggini. The woman knew what the Mantingan was throwing, so as quickly as possible she breathed it in the air.
“You are crazy, Mantingan! You're crazy!” Chitra Anggini. “This is Stone, Mantingan, Stone that is not just stone! This was worth a thousand gold pieces, for whatever sake it was not a small amount. And you throw it like throwing a bean!”
Mantang folding forehead. “Aren't you the one who asked for it?”
“Give it in a good way. This thing is too precious for you to throw like that!” Chitra Anggini cradled a piece of Stone the size of a finger in his hand. “Do you really give this Stone to me?”
The mantle shrugs the shoulders. “Take it. I think you'll need it later.”
“I don't really need it, but I'll keep it. Maybe you're right, someday this will be needed.” The stone was then put into his coffers. “If the bandits all over Suvarnadvipa knew how much you still have a Stone worth a thousand pieces of gold, they would have fought desperately to get it. Yes, there may be some who do not use violence, but rather gentleness. There are many beautiful girls ready to tease you all out.”
“I'll never be tempted as easily as that.” The mantel answered flat.
“Create to that?” Chitra Anggini raised his eyebrows while smiling broadly. “I will also never believe in the sweet words of men so easily. Looks like, I have to test you first.”
“Ongng ...” Munding who either understood or did not speak, replied without slowing down his path.
“Munding said that I will never be tempted by you,” Mantingan said while scratching his head that does not itch, with an awkward smile on his face, “because you are so ugly...”
Chitra Anggini jumped out of his sleep. Without any cue hovering for a moment in the air before flashed towards Munding who was pulling the pedati. Munding was late to notice the move. A loud slap hit the buffalo's back in a landslide.
Chitra Anggini again flashed into the pedati, directly back to the bottom. While Munding Caraka was a long megaum before starting to run fast!
The mantan immediately acts by flowing the prana energy of the goods as quickly and as much as possible through the bridle in his hand connected with a pair of Munding horns. If Munding Caraka still ran at this speed, then the pedati he carried would quickly run aground! Mantingan certainly did not want it until it happened.
“Quiet, Munding!”
Pranic energy and the word Mantingan helped Mundingan to calm down a lot. The buffalo's footsteps slowed slowly, until it finally returned to its original speed. Munding turned his head as far as possible to look back, sharply looking at the crumbling Chitra Anggini with an indifferent smile. The buffalo snorted angrily but was well aware that he could do nothing.
Mantingan also turned towards Chitra Anggini. “Chitra, what you did earlier was completely unreasonable. Immediately apologize to Munding.”
“I? Apologizing to the buffalo? Never will be!” Chitra Anggini said cynically. “After all, didn't your Munding itself start it?”
Mantingan only let out a long sigh, and said gently to Munding, “You should start to understand women, Munding. They always blame, but don't want to be blamed.”
At once a loud voice broke the coldness in the sword. The back of the mantle is curved like an arrow longitude. His head turned upwards. Face wrinkled. Mouth grinned. Because apparently the loud voice came from his back which had been slapped hard by Chitra Anggini!
“Lelaki is also the same, before speaking never think mature.”
***
On that night, everything seemed smooth, except for the streets were a little filled with mud and puddles. Several times, Mantingan and Chitra Anggini had to go down the pedati to help Munding pull the pedati wheel from the mud puddle.
Although as a stealth animal, Munding has great strength, but the power is too great. To just pull the wheel out of the mud puddle, it's very dangerous. Pedati can bounce far forward, then hit the ground so hard, shattered into pieces.
Although such activities are very annoying, because footwear will always be attached to the wet ground as thick as it is, but none of them complain.
As a man, Mantingan is accustomed not to complain in all circumstances. That's not an incredible achievement.
As a woman, Chitra Anggini was naturally complaining under these circumstances. Darkened. Mud. Mosquitoes. Those three things were more than enough to make a woman cry and whine about wanting to go home. But Chitra Anggini is not an ordinary woman. Although the beauty he had seemed to reveal that the woman was not a warrior, because the muscles owned by the girl's body were not too big, either, but the look in her eyes had clearly said that Chitra Anggini was a mighty woman.
The mantan secretly put a sense of admiration on the young woman. Beautiful, but still powerful.
“This path is too quiet.” Chitra Anggini suddenly said, breaking Mantingan's little daydream.
“Do you feel anything?” The mantel asked in a low voice. Alertness installed.
The mantel was silent for a moment. He plugged the ability to read signs, then nodded his head. “I also felt it, but only a little.”
“Which I feel is currently quite large.” Chitra Anggini grabbed the coffers filled with leaves lying on the floor of the pedati. “We must be fully alert.”
The mantan nodded his head, then took off the twists of cloth that wrapped around his Savrinadeya Sword. Unlike yesterday morning, where he fought the concubines belonging to the merchants of the Land of the Roof of Heaven who were in fact the thieves, with his bare hands. It was obvious that such a way would be more wasteful of inner energy and make his opponent feel excruciating pain before being picked up by death.
After all, he still has not really proven the sophistication of his flagship swordsmanship, the Human Establishment which contains all the typical movements of humans. Other than when fighting between life and death against Gema Samudradvipa, when else will the Mantingan play the Human Establishment that contains the three attitudes?
And so is the martial world, where the ability of a new style can be determined by the fight between life and death. The rules are unwritten and unagreed, but they are also undeniable.
“This bad feeling is getting stronger.” Chitra Anggini half whispered. “Whatever we will face later, must have strength far above us. It is much better if we leave this pedati and fly to the sky with Munding.”
“We're late.” The coat smiled wryly. Through the Science of Hearing Dew Drops that have been planted since, he was able to hear the sounds of greatness from a distance of twenty spears that increasingly narrow the distance in a short time. It's too late to escape. “We must prepare for the fight.”
“Damn it! We should have run away earlier!” Chitra Anggini swearing loudly. “Monkey damned! Pigs eat chicken! It's all because of you, Mantingan!”
Mantingan ignored the parables to say, “You stay here, Chitra, watch the pedati. I'll try talking to them.”
Mantingan pulling bridle straps Munding. The buffalo stopped instantly, his sense of wonder also realized there was something wrong around him.
“Hei, wait!” Chitra Anggini grabbed the arm of Mantingan who was just about to jump down from the pedati. The mantle stared at him impatiently. “Kauwill leave me again?”
“I will not go too far from you, only five fathoms, it is more than enough for me to flashed to save you in case of a problem beyond estimate.” Finished saying so, the arm of Mantingan was not released by Chitra Anggini. It was clear that from the look of his brave face, there was an immense fear.
“Stay here .. Even if one of us has to die, then we will die together.”
“None of us will die tonight.” Mantingan. Now it is he who holds both arms of Chitra Anggini. “Hold my words, but not my hand.”
Chitra Anggini released his grasp from Mantingan's arm. Nodding small with great confidence and hope. Then so then Mantingan jumped down from his sword.
An unusually cold night air immediately greeted him. Stabbing to the bones. Inside the blade, the air was not as cold as it is today. But for Mantingan who carries out the circulation of prana energy, cold air like this is not a problem of goods at all.
With the Science of Hearing Dew Drops, Mantingan can immediately determine the number and location of the enemies he will face. They numbered about fifty people. Armed with a thin sword and a few daggers that were all adorned at the waist. They are all warriors. Watch from behind the grove of trees, under the concentration of night.
It was easy for the Mantingan to kill them all. With a single jolt, he was able to slash dozens of poisonous needles that were however capable of killing someone in the blink of an eye. However, the young man still held back. He knew that there was a great power behind the fifty warriors.
Is not this kind of strategy ever called by Kiai Guru Kedai, namely by sending low-skilled warriors to provoke the mediation of the opponent before attacking him with true strength?
The mantle stood upright in its place. Perfect sculpting. He felt one or two specks of rain hitting the body.
Silence and darkness make the atmosphere extraordinarily tense. How in that silence, death looms. And how in that darkness, bloodthirsty warriors hid.
“Hero Man, I'm looking for you in all directions, I never thought I'd find you in a remote place like this.” Sounds break the silence. Although it was clear that the voice came from a man, but somehow it sounded very smooth and soft.
The mantan was unable to exist to find the person who emitted the sound even though it had suppressed the Science of Hearing Dew Drop to the highest limit. Even the direction of his voice could not be determined at all!
What kind of warrior is he facing right now?
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