The Musafir

People from White Wind College

Dinner is over. True Mantingan conjecture, the food at the table is not completely exhausted. The food was taken by some who seemed to be servants, not knowing where they would bring the high-priced foods.

And the night is getting late, but in this situation of course Mantingan still can not sleep. While Dara seemed to be closing her eyes soon, now she was on the bed, covered in thick. Even though the window of this room is not open, but the air duct hole is enough to make the room air very cold. I can't imagine how cold it would be if it was out there.

“Hei, Mantai. I've done that a lot .. so you can come here if that's your will, you won't get in trouble.”

“Stop talking.”

Mantingan was currently sitting behind the table and was still continuously trying to find the true meaning of that Blood Wind Palm Book. Mantingan read the book over and over again, until he realized a line of writing that might lead to the silat movement.

The writing is like this:

when the hand is straight against the sky, ask Him for blessings, for all blessings come from Him

feel each heartbeat, center part of the mind in the place between two eyes, flow the blessing on the palm of the hand

do not use His blessing to break His law

There are many things that can be referred to as “grace from Him”, it could be the blessing of food, happiness, or many others. But in the Book of Blood Wind Sites contains about silat, then the greatest possibility that is meant as “blessing from Him” is a deep energy.

The first thing to do is to focus your mind on the spot between the two eyes. Mantingan had learned a little about the science of chakra from his peers in the village, that there is a chakra point between two eyes and slightly below the forehead, but Mantingan never tried to concentrate his mind in the place of that chakra. Peers who have tried it say that the body like hovering, because the feeling that makes Mantingan reluctant to try it first. But now he has no doubt about trying it.

Mantingan raised his hand upwards, focusing his mind between his two eyelids. Mantingan closed his eyes. Keep your mind centered. But that feeling did not come.

***

I don't know how long Mantingan has been sitting on the bench with closed eyes and centered thoughts on his forehead, slowly but surely his body feels like hovering. But Mantingan could not also channel the same feeling into his hands, nor could he use it as a deadly blow.

In the end, Mantingan opened his eyes and sighed in disappointment. Actually not only the disappointment he got, but also the dizziness and nausea due to too long focusing the mind in the chakra. The mantan was still not used to the feeling of his body that was like hovering.

“Looks like I don't have talent,” murmured.

“Not having talent, but you have no energy in.”

Mantingan turned his head, apparently Dara had not fallen asleep.

“To master the kanuragan style, you must have energy in.”

The mantle patted his forehead. How could he forget that? Of course he still does not have the energy in, then it is impossible to master the science of canuragan contained in the Book of Blood Wind Sites.

“In addition to having no inner energy, you may also misrepresent what is contained in the book.” Dara yawned once. “Can you turn off the lantern? I can't sleep in this brightly lit condition.”

The mantle stood up from its stool, moving to blow the fire inside the lantern, making the room dark-gulita without lighting except for the dimness of the air duct hole. Mantingan sat back on his stool, closed his eyes, trying to sleep.

But before that, Mantingan said softly to Dara, “Sorry to have disrupted your sleep time.”

“Not why, I'm used to waking up late at night like this,” said Dara. “But I'm sure you're not used to sleeping on a bench like that.”

The mantan did not answer, his sleepiness began to overwhelm him.

***

Mantingan prepared to banging his two elbows simultaneously to the back. He was sure that behind him was Dara, because he clearly saw in the dimness that Dara was still asleep on the bed.

“We came to pick you up.”

The mantis grimaced, its pretense exposed as well.

“There's no need for you to be afraid, and don't make a rowdy. We are from White Wind College.”

Mantingan's eyes bought, a little more surprised. “How can you guys know?”

“We don't have much time, but we need permission from you.”

Now Mantingan thinks, if the person says the word “kami”, then the person is not alone. And if indeed they were from the White Wind College, Mantingan would not mind a single bit.

“What is the evidence that you are from White Wind College?”

“May you understand this sign of ours.”

The mantan felt the breeze that crossed his neck, then spun slowly around his body. That's enough evidence, they can control the wind.

“What is enough?”

“Enough.”

The mantan stood up slowly, intending not to wake Dara. The existence of the White Wind College that was discovered could be dangerous, so Mantingan decided to leave secretly. But the plan failed.

Dara jumped from her bed dexterously, as if she had realized the existence of people in her room earlier. Inside the darkness could be seen the sheen of the sword that extended out from Dara's hand, then whose room was shaken momentarily by the sparks and the whirring of the sword!

“Who are you?” Dara sounded out.

There was no answer for a moment, neither Dara nor the person from White Wind College still refrained from attacking.

“Tell me who are you?!” Dara asked again.

“We're sure you've heard it all.” Another voice sounded. “If you have no problem, let us bring this young man.”

“So true White Wind College is still alive today?”

“No need we explain again, it is also already a public secret.”

“But you can't be as good as kidnapping Mantingan!”

I heard the sound of breath. “Youth, say your decision.”

The heart beats a little harder. “Nyai, let me come with them, because this is my will to come to the city and come to the auction event. And beg me, Nyai, do not tell this to a wide audience.”

“You will join that misguided college, Mantingan?” Dara's voice was hoarse, as if he could not believe what he had just heard.