The Musafir

Get stuck!

MANTINGAN found nothing on the first floor, so he moved towards the second floor. There, a dim light filled the room that was not clear what it contained. But before the Mantingan had installed the Science of Hearing Dew Drops, but only all the doors including the windows closed simultaneously and also locked very tightly with magic spells. So tight that even the sound of wind from outside can not go inside!

Although he had calculated himself to be trapped, Mantingan still could not withstand the flow of cold sweat that poured profusely from his face and also the rate of heart rate that increased rapidly.

The room that was just dimly lit is now bright after all the lanterns and torches are lit. There were dozens of people in all black clothes who circled Mantingan with each of them shimmering in their hands.

No doubt, the mantang has been framed!

There was applause and laughter from the voice that could Mantingan as the voice of the king!

Sure enough, the middle-aged man with a shriveled body stumbled out of the rows of warriors clad in all black with something in his hands. Mantingan eye to just see the object brought by the king. But then, his heartbeat stopped instantly.

“How, Hero Man? You surprised?” The king smiled sinisterly as he looked at the thing shaped like a watermelon in his hand. “You may have known you would be trapped in this place, but did you ever expect to meet your teacher here?”

King Koying then threw the object in his hand towards Mantingan who was still stunned like a large rock that was not blown by the wind or pushed by the slightest water. Really silent. Even his heart was silent.

The round thing rolled and continued to roll until it arrived right before Mantingan's feet, looking completely worthless, nothing more than a ball usually played by children.

The young man kneeled helplessly. His entire strength seemed to just disappear into the earth. Not remaining. His skin turned a very white color, like to match the mega-mega in space, also like the blood in his body has been wiped out. Pale.

Betis not? Is he not so? Is it true that a ball-like object is a human head that has the face of its teacher? Would it not be if he knew that the man who had taught him martial arts was now killed?

King Koying laughed out loud as he stroked his chin several times. “I really did not expect that the teacher of the Sky Starter was so easily killed in the hands of young warriors. So, they are right that you actually do not deserve to occupy the bench of honor as a Sky Stakeholder. You do not deserve to maintain the balance of the martial world when keeping your teacher alone is not able!”

Finished the words were thrown out, a drop of tears floated down from the chin of the Mantingan. How could these words destroy his whole mind.

Did he not promise the Kiai Guru Kedai that all his martial arts would be used to protect those who were precious to him?So, why then could he let one of the most precious people in his life die with such a terrible situation at the hands of the enemy?

Rara's memories came back to him like a dozen sharp arrows. Increasingly helpless. He recalled how the girl's body lay lifeless on the sand of the beach. When he screamed so loud, so loud, so loud, so loud, that it was as if he deliberately wanted to make the throat no longer be able to speak. Because she was so weak, the innocent girl had to die.

Now, how much like that happens again. Again, the life of a very precious person for him is taken by the enemy!

Soon the turmoil of grief was soon replaced by a fire of hatred. His originally pale skin was like a mega-mega in a clear sky, now red-adam like embers in a forging furnace. His hand moved so quickly it grabbed the hilt of the Savrinadeya Sword, but just before he pulled the sword, a conversation he had with the Kiai Master Kedai in the past filled his head.

“Mantingan, do you know what things can happen in the martial world?” Kiai Guru Kedai asked as he raised his head to look at his disciple at the top of the fir tree.

Hearing the answer from him, Kiai Guru Kedai nodded his head in satisfaction. “If that is your answer, then is it possible if you suddenly see me die right before your eyes?”

To that question, Mantingan was silent for a moment just to think. “Maybe, Kiai Guru. As Master once told me: everything can happen in the martial world.”

“I want to know what your actions are.”

The mantle went silent again. This time was quite a while before he replied, “Murid should remain calm. That's the attitude of real warriors, isn't it?”

Again, Kiai Guru Kedai nodded in satisfaction at the student's answer. But as if his satisfaction was not enough, he again asked, “I am glad to hear your answer, but can you do as you say? It is so easy to say, but it is certainly difficult to do it.”

Mantingan replied, “Do the Disciples need to prove it , Kiai Guru?”

The conversation ended with Kiai Guru Kedai kicking the evergreen tree in half. They laughed out loud, as if the conversation was not really going to happen. But now, Mantingan knew that Kiai Guru Kedai was not making small talk at that time.

“Murid will definitely prove it, Guru.” The Mantin took off his grip on the Savrinadeya Sword before then looked at the Koying King intently.

“Heh? You're not attacking me?” King Koying smiled widely, as if mocking, but anyone with a sharp look must have realized that the king's lips were trembling which might once have come from fear.

“If that's what you want, why should I do it?” While saying that, Mantingan started to rise up. “You are an astute king, I must admit that. You are able to make a tactic for the sake of a very difficult tactic to guess. But, for me it is still not clever enough.”

King Koying's smile began to fade.

“If my state of mind is still reasonable, you obviously know that no swordsman can defeat me except the other Sky Stakews outside of Dwipantara. However, isn't it taboo among fellow Sky Stakeholders to create a fight? Then the only way to defeat me is to make my mind not as it should be. When you killed my teacher, you must have thought my negligence would be wide open.”

The smile was perfect.

“No, Sire. My mind will not be messed up.” The mantan began to pull the hilt of the Savrinadeya Sword, without any accompanying fury.

“Don't rush to draw conclusions.” King Koying flicked his arm while laughing softly. “Do you think I'm too stupid to prepare a backup plan?”

Mantingan movement stopped. What kind of backup plan?