The Musafir
Back to Wind Bell Village
The conversation continues.
“But if someone has a talent for playing literature, then he can match the writers who have been looking for decades of literary concoction it.”
“Talent does exist, we cannot dispute it. Talented people have a bright future, rivaling those who have tried hard but are not talented in a field.”
“However, the fact is still not acceptable to the old warriors all over Dwipantara. They do not recognize Hero Man as a Sky Stakeholder, but the young talent should have earned the same position as his ability. Wasn't he the mastermind behind the killing of thousands of black warriors in the northern sea battle?”
The people who looked like a trading group were silent for a while when the name Hero Man was mentioned, but the atmosphere in the store did not immediately become silent because Mantingan still continues to devour his food by negating the custom. His mouth always made a loud sound.
“Nobody people,” timpal one of them.
“Let's. If he was clingy and knowledgeable, it would be impossible for him to fall poor like that. It's true to be a herder, precisely adventure not clear jungle.”
“Just go back to the discussion just now. Isn't Hero Man now designated as a royal fugitive?”
“Yes. He became the most wanted man Tarumanagara was today, alive or dead. The prize offered is not only in the form of gold or diamonds alone, but also a territory as large as unity. If you want to be a little king, try to hunt down the young swordsman.”
The proposal was answered with a headband. “I myself am not interested at all. He's too strong. Besides, I have no reason to be hostile to him. No matter whether the news about Hero Man who helped the treason act was true or a lie, but however much he had saved Tarumanagara from absolute destruction in a time of turmoil.”
His friend chimed in with an agreeable tone, “Ya. In the time of chaos, I remember very well that my trade effort was almost destroyed by looting for looting everywhere. The loss I incurred was not the reeds, I had to sell my large house like the palace with all my cattle. But before I was completely exhausted, the chaos suddenly disappeared after Hero Man flapped. Now I can buy back my old house, although now I know very well how much better it is to live in a place that is not so big with my wives.”
“Wahai, have you increased the number of your wife?”
“Ah, not too much. Only three women I added.”
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MANTINGAN continues its journey by air by riding Munding Caraka. The buffalo has reached the mega-mega, which is very difficult for ordinary humans to be able to breathe at such a height, but Mantingan has a science of breathing that allows him to keep breathing with a little air. The science is more mature after he trained in samadhi against the fall due to the death of Chitra Anggini in the cave.
After a day had passed, they finally arrived at the Wind Bell Village.
The mantingan changed his disguise. With his clothes clean enough, he placed a fresh bundle of grass on Munding's back. That is how he then disguised himself as a grass raiser that usually sells fresh grass from the foot of the mountain to a village or urban area that is quite far from the mountains.
Although actually the Wind Bell Village was not located so far from the mountains, it was, but if the villagers would still consider it reasonable if the young man was only looking for trading experience in the villages nearest from his home, he said, and later if it has swallowed the bitterness of selling grass in prosperous villages will certainly look for opportunities elsewhere.
He still did not forget the intricacies of the Wind Bell Village that was so missed. Now that several full moons have passed, the village has not changed much. The wind bells made of bamboo still let out a dull sound. The people in that place were still friendly to newcomers. At first he saw the Mother Wira Shop which has now been closed tightly, but looks still quite well maintained.
The mantle wondered. Who would have gone to great lengths to care for the building without turning it into another building? The nameplate of Toko Ibu Wira is still displayed on the front wall. Flowers of the same type still grow as fresh.
Mantingan had heard for himself that Mother Hero no longer had children and grandchildren at that age. He is a former black swordsman who resigned from the martial world, so it is very unlikely if he has a fellow swordsman who later inherited the shop.
There was no other possibility other than that the citizens of the Wind Bell Village themselves were taking care of him.
However, another question arose in Mantingan's head. Why would the village head not take over the building to then be used for the benefit of the village rather than being completely unused?
Mantingan only stopped briefly in front of the building to simply express his gratitude to the Lady who had played a role in protecting Cana and Kina at the time of the attack. He had also given work to the North River Angel who at that time decided to continue the journey alone without Mantingan.
And more than anything, Mother Hero had created the Maman Potion that had managed to save the young man's life from the Named Poison. If there were no good old woman, there would be no Mantingan to this day.
“Ah, how memories ...” The mantan chooses not to drag on in dark memories that could have brought him back to the death of Chitra Anggini at the tip of his own sword. Not wanting to fall, he continued his steps to leave the place.
It really needs to be admitted by him that living in the Wind Bell Village was the best and warmest times he had ever had during his life. Together with the Angel of the North River, Cana, Kina, and the Lady, Mantingan felt like he had got his own family. Perhaps not many warriors who have the opportunity to feel the same feelings as him, even the martial world considers the sense of family as taboo because it can bring bad disasters.
But as a warrior who still set his foot on the path of the martial well, Mantingan could not feel the peaceful feeling for too long. In the end, he parted with them all.
It was like someone who was climbing a steep mountain on a foggy day, then the wind suddenly blew strong to get rid of the fog so that the scenery was very beautiful from above the altitude, but the wind stopped blowing and the fog again covered the view before the climber had to return to continue his journey to the top of the mountain. The beautiful but short view is a small gift from the sky to simply encourage the climber.
Kiai Guru Kedai likens the journey to the peak of martial perfection as it is with mountain climbing:
“The mountain is thick misty, very thick so that it covers the eyes. Your range of vision is only up to two fathoms. For the rest, you will see nothing but the error that is no more than that. Everything's tainted. The top of the mountain you want to reach will not be able to see with such a thick fog, but many people say that the view on the top of the peak is very promising, so you become very curious to continue and continue to climb it. Too bad, the path you're walking is too steep, it's impossible for you to recede back home. If you keep pushing back, you will only slip and fall into the gray fog without ever being found again. That's how the world is.”
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Are there any readers who live in the Cianjur area?
